Our school system’s website is impossible, but I finally located Miss W’s teacher’s email address. My child is not being challenged in the classroom. Then she gets bored and say things like “I’m bored. I’m going to take a nap now.” (yes, she’s a riot)

I don’t like Booth’s new girlfriend on Bones. I know I’m not supposed to. It worked. I don’t.

I got Big Star out last night to listen to in the car this morning and then left it on the table.

So this is what I’ll look like when I finally allow the silvery gray to take over? Not bad.

I’m not very random today. I’m feeling pretty specific. That’s no fun. Oh wait, I think it’s passed.

So I guess you’ll get two posts on Wednesdays this month. Random and the Halloween pic. I hope no one minds.

Ugh. Now it smells like onions in here. It’s too early for onions.

I never get tired of this song.

I’m sorry, but your 15 minute break does not start after you come back from your trip across the street to stockpile on snacks for the day and then last 30 additional minutes.

I am temperaturely vexed this week. I take my sweater off I’m cold. I put it on I’m hot. I can’t get comfortable.

I liked it better when it was socially unacceptable to walk around with a beard. I’m looking at you, hipsters.

I just had a moment of extreme nostalgia for 9th grade. Did I suffer a head injury in my sleep?

I wish it was easier for me to make friends. I hope girlie never has this problem.

There are some people I’m just never going to like. That’s just the way it is.

I’ve decided that I deserve some M&Ms.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I miss letters. Real, old fashioned hand written letters. Stupid technology.

There are a few things in this world, material things, that I just plain WANT. This is one of them. Sadly that price is just insane.

I confess I never read the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

I am, at this moment, irked about something I can’t divulge and have no control over. Stupid job.

I burned the roof of my mouth on my lunch. But it was a surprisingly delicious lunch.

I have begun hoarding incandescent light bulbs.

There is a difference between being self aware and being self absorbed.

Wow. That has to be the single most ridiculous conversation on HCR I have ever overheard.

I know it’s “geeks” but I like the idea of explaining things to geese. I imagine that if geese were so inclined, they’d be very opinionated. (Vanderlyle Cyrbaby Geeks – the National)

Wow. Bad news at work is really bad. No, I still have a job. It’s not that bad.

Magic underpants? Really? I always come back to that one. Weirder than transubstantiation by half.

There seem to be only 2 types of detectives in novels. The rumpled old timey guys whose jackets never fit properly and possibly have a history of too much drink. Or the youngish striking rogues with hearts of gold and a traumatic past. If I wrote a mystery novel I’d come up with something new. Like the 40 something regular Joe who loves Joss Whedon, makes mistakes and thinks watching his girl knit is soothing.

I don’t understand the appeal of sushi. Blech.

Water.