playtime!
Your children are ruining my neighborhood
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My right ankle has been hurting all day. I know, riveting.
I can't tell if it's the fifteen-year-old skiing injury (exaserbated by going en pointe years later, which, ow) or if it was because I spent most of the weekend sitting cross-legged with it jammed under my left thigh and didn't bother to stretch on the rare occasion I stood up.
I've been eating Advil Liquigels like popcorn today and trying not to whimper when I have to get my butt over to the proofer. If it's not out of the twinging stage tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll have to break out the Fugly Air Cast and Even Fuglier Supportive sneakers.
But on Fugly Air Cast days, I can usually get away with wearing jeans, so woo!
I am such a jeans girl. Seriously. I have worked at the Journal for seven(!) years and I still haven't made peace with the no-jeans dress code. Four days a week, I struggle into slacks and skirts and the occasional dress, ticking off the days until Friday casual and my ability to break out the denim. It's not that I don't like to look nice. It's just that I'd rather do it in a rocking pair of jeans and a fabulous pair of heels.
God, heels. If the ankle's still hurting, heels are definitely out. (I'm in flip-flops today, also strictly banned by the dress code, but somehow, we haven't been reprimanded for them this summer.)
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Oh, everyone say hi to Antonio, one of my friends from high school. He's ripped on me for a couple of enteries, so we all know he's a reader.
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Last week, Albuquerque had one of the deadliest days in its modern history. In the span of about eighteen hours, one mentally ill man killed a department of transportation worker, two kids working at a motorcycle shop and two police officers. Lost in the coverage of the double cop murder was the story of the wife of one of the cycle shop kids. She had given birth two weeks previous and doesn't have a lot of money. A collection's being taken up by Wells Fargo, but we're trying to pull together a diaper drive for her.
If you'd like to contribute, please let me know in the comments and we'll get something put together.
*~*~*~*
My right ankle has been hurting all day. I know, riveting.
I can't tell if it's the fifteen-year-old skiing injury (exaserbated by going en pointe years later, which, ow) or if it was because I spent most of the weekend sitting cross-legged with it jammed under my left thigh and didn't bother to stretch on the rare occasion I stood up.
I've been eating Advil Liquigels like popcorn today and trying not to whimper when I have to get my butt over to the proofer. If it's not out of the twinging stage tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll have to break out the Fugly Air Cast and Even Fuglier Supportive sneakers.
But on Fugly Air Cast days, I can usually get away with wearing jeans, so woo!
I am such a jeans girl. Seriously. I have worked at the Journal for seven(!) years and I still haven't made peace with the no-jeans dress code. Four days a week, I struggle into slacks and skirts and the occasional dress, ticking off the days until Friday casual and my ability to break out the denim. It's not that I don't like to look nice. It's just that I'd rather do it in a rocking pair of jeans and a fabulous pair of heels.
God, heels. If the ankle's still hurting, heels are definitely out. (I'm in flip-flops today, also strictly banned by the dress code, but somehow, we haven't been reprimanded for them this summer.)
*~*~*~*
Oh, everyone say hi to Antonio, one of my friends from high school. He's ripped on me for a couple of enteries, so we all know he's a reader.
*~*~*~*
Last week, Albuquerque had one of the deadliest days in its modern history. In the span of about eighteen hours, one mentally ill man killed a department of transportation worker, two kids working at a motorcycle shop and two police officers. Lost in the coverage of the double cop murder was the story of the wife of one of the cycle shop kids. She had given birth two weeks previous and doesn't have a lot of money. A collection's being taken up by Wells Fargo, but we're trying to pull together a diaper drive for her.
If you'd like to contribute, please let me know in the comments and we'll get something put together.
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