Reader: Back at work

Monday, July 21, 2008

Back at work

I have moved the two feet between my bed and my desk and I am now back at work. See how easy that was? I still haven't gotten out of my pajamas, but don't judge me for that - but you could judge me for posting a picture of my dad which he did not authorize me to post and then furthering my crime my posting a picture of me on my 30th birthday. Why did I do that? I wasn't even drunk.

I guess it meant what it says: better times.

Thank you to everyone who offered to guest post. I will take you up on it - probably very soon.

Later.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...: That commute rules. I hope those papers aren't too painful and that you find yourself zipping through them. I hope some kid surprises you with a well ordered, well composed, thoughtful, intelligent essay. :)

(Am I in fantasy land, there?); July 21, 2008 at 1:11 PM
Em said...: Are you 30 in that picture? Wow... you look so young! And glad to hear you made it to work this morning...; July 21, 2008 at 1:18 PM
Avitable said...: I haven't gotten into any additional clothes either. Stupid AC.; July 21, 2008 at 1:44 PM
Anonymous said...: THIRTY?!

See...now I was guessing 16. For serious.; July 21, 2008 at 10:43 PM
Mr. Bingley said...: Keep chugging along.; July 22, 2008 at 8:32 AM
sybil law said...: I want to know what you'd post if you WERE drunk! Woohoo! :)
Seriously - I love the pics! You're gorgeous!; July 22, 2008 at 10:24 PM
Anonymous said...: I'm thinking of you. Big hugs :); July 23, 2008 at 12:13 AM

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Who are these people?

Bibi - God bless the guy who gets Bee. I can't even think of anything obnoxious to say about her. She can eat pasta without gaining weight, she can run the ridges at Gertrude's Nose with no fear, and she is by miles the best climber of all of us. She's going to Kili with us. Hell, she'll be leading.
Buzz Elder Brother. Cross me at your peril.
Jib computer wizard, entrepreneur, stand-up comedian, stand-up guy I can count on to catch a movie and hold hands in the dark without it having any meaning whatosever. Every woman needs a man like Jib.
Joe - locquacious, flirtatious, 40-something hiking buddy - also, ex-manfriend of Pax.
Larry, WPITW - climber, hiker, badass (not in the good way, either). At a given moment, at least half of us are not speaking to him.
Liam - My nephew, whose favorite words are "noing," "Bobby," "dumptruck," "job-site" and "Daddy." He also says "obstreperous" "pulchritudinous" and "Nina" upon request.
Merry - Australian BFF spends the summers on a yacht, nannying for a celebrity couple with two children. She lives in a brownstone and she has a chauffeur. And we have no idea who she works for.
Newsy has been my friend for about 22,000 hours. Or more. I don't have a calculator. She has about 3423% more professional and personal commitments than I do, and yet she still finds time to think about me. I find this astonishing. If you knew her, you'd be astonished, too.
Pax - climber, hiker, corporate warrior, used to date Joe. Sticks by Larry in spite of his horribleness. None of us understands this.
Skatey- he rides a skateboard. He can dance. He can throw a frisbee and he's not bad at karaoke, either.
Sri - Bengali princess who, aside from kicking my ass at climbing, and aside from being a smokin' hiker, brought down the evil empire of Larry and also once told me that "even girls' are turned on my breasts." Also never turns down "one more round."
Supajewie - Long distance drinking buddy, just about the only person I know who "gets it". And no, she's not Jewish. It's a long story.
Tex - is what happens when you take a normal man, add alcohol, subtract common sense and tact, and then buy him another drink.

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I teach English, and I sometimes get a emotional about grammar, punctuation, and usage. I sometimes write posts about other people's grammar - or mine. This does not mean, however, that my blog is without errors. I constantly go back and edit for typos and sometimes even... misspelled words *clutching skull and gagging*. If you find a mistake feel free to call me out on it. I will persist in making mistakes whether I attempt to catch them or not, and I will continue to be my bitchy English teacher self despite my capacity to screw up just as often as the next person... and maybe more.