God help us all.
Garth Brooks has a foundation called Teammates for Kids. Here is the website:
www.touchemall.com
I'll let you think about that for a while.
Infrequently updated, uninteresting blather.
Garth Brooks has a foundation called Teammates for Kids. Here is the website:
I apologize, dear readers (all three of you), for the long delay in my posting. I usually write from home, but now that Gavagirl and I share the internet connection back and forth between our computers, it's usually more trouble than it's worth to spend much time on the internet at home. I've decided to just start blowing off work more to post.
My time with AmeriCorps is rapidly coming to a close, and it's time to evaluate the year and what I've accomplished. Here are some of my responses to the online survey that CNCS (the Corporation for National and Community Service) sends out to all exiting AmeriCorps*VISTAs.
I heart anagrams. I've been playing around with all of my coworker's names on this online anagram generator and then sending them the anagrams through email with no explanation. The best one is E's full name, which came out of the generator as "My best lingerie."
Conversation with Lorne last night:
A momentous event has occured here in Ow-steen Tay-haas: two bloggers that have linked to each other and commented on each other's blogs from afar for months have finally joined forces in the same city. Rachel (aka Gavagirl) got here Tuesday night, and it's been a barrel of monkeys ever since. We began by hauling all of her stuff out of her Protege at midnight since this isn't the kind of neighborhood in which you should leave valuables in you car. This was a bit painful for both of us, since I live on the third floor; Raquel had to carry heavy computer equipment and I am still recovering from the foot surgery. We made it, though, and since then, she's set up camp on my very comfy couch and works all day on her computer at my dining room table. It's only a one-bedroom apartment, but we don't seem to get in each other's way too much, mostly because Gavagirl is a slender slip of a girl and I can slide past her with a fair amount of ease. Wednesday we made an ecstatic trip to Central Market, where Rachel remembered what it's like to see produce that isn't rotting in some Oklahoma grocery store.