Ok, today, I have:
- finished grading a stack of portfolios
- prepped for 3 sections
- gone to the employee meeting for My Bar
- answered student emails
- finish the next stack (major arguments turned in late, so it's not a full stack; phew)
- print feedback for the first stack to turn back
- print the extra credit that got emailed in over the weekend
- finish another stack
- teach three sections
- read a short story and a poem, so I can
- prep African American Lit for the week
- grade discussion board posts for African American lit
- finish another stack
- teach two sections
- print feedback for the stack to turn back
- finish the stack I most certainly won't have actually finished by then
- teach three sections
- write the next short essay assignment for African American Lit
- grade the extra credit that was emailed in over the weekend
- and a few more things I've forgotten
- print feedback for the stack to turn back
- teach two sections
- take a frickin' break
- 20:44 Sinatra on the box and old Italian couples dancing on Saturday night...perfect! #
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Last weekend I went to the Butterfly House at Faust Park in Chesterfield, Missouri. I'd never been before and didn't know what to expect. Some guy suddenly yelled "show me some leg!!!" You do know Missouri is known as "the show me state," but even I couldn't believe what happened next....
The little hussy obliged as she dangled her leg off the leaf.
Yesterday was just glorious in St. Louis...
All sorts of best buds were at the park.
What's the oldest article of clothing you own? Bonus points if you show us a photo!
If by this you mean the oldest piece of clothing that is mine and worn by me (not antique clothing), then it would have to be my giant blue sweatshirt from high school - it's a Coconut Joe sweatshirt.
It's the only piece I have left. I would have had more but I had a zen-like purging of my closet not long ago, getting rid of cheating boyfriend's concert shirts and other assorted items from decades ago. Never mind that it's all just crap taking up space, who needs to look at stuff and be reminded of how shitty people can be?
Considering I was wearing maternity clothes right up until a few years ago (and my kids are no longer babies) then it's pretty embarrassing to even admit having saved this ancient stuff in the first place. I have new clothes now, I've lost a huge amount of weight, and I'm happy to rid my house of bad juju from people who do not wish you well. And in this new house my closet is a walk-in and HUUUUGE, so no need to have anything bouncing around in there that I don't want to see. Even my storage areas are happy places :)
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