In 1995, I did the Spanish version of La Macarena with the Dixie Chicks at a nightlong cancer-fighting fundraiser. This was before the Dixie Chicks were famous. Sony signed them only that very summer.
Helped Benita sell Girl Scout cookies today and will also do so tomorrow and the next week and the next. Took her and other girls to the Justin Bieber movie, although most of them had already seen it and just wanted to see it again. They sang throughout the movie. Very cute.
Within the hour, I'm too tired to blab as much as I thought I was going to.
James has been showering me with affections and presents.
The rest of the world has been pooping in my pudding. I am now in debt to people who did nothing for me, an enemy to even more people than I was yesterday, have walked over 14 miles for what turned out to be a complete waste of time, and am apparently in danger of getting dismissed from my teaching position because of prejudice from folks who have not actually seen me teach. Fun day. Oh, and now that I'm home, my Internet is only slowly and sporadically working.
This Valentine's is thus far more symbolic of my life in general than most years are. I'm loved (by James). While other people wish they weren't single or whatever, I receive limitless love from my spouse and worry about the outside world's hatefulness toward me.
Elvis Presley. Most of "his" songs were not his and were instead taken from black artists. Elvis was one of many people of his era to take songs from African-Americans and make them popular for white people. I dislike that entire concept. This isn't to say that there was anything wrong with him singing in whatever genre he wanted to. Genre and dance are for everyone. Songs themselves have to come from you or be written for you or at least be used with permission if you're going to make money off them, without the aforementioned type of agenda.
I don't hate Elvis. But he is still adored today while Pat Boone (who was, in my opinion, truly evil about this whereas I wouldn't call Elvis malicious) and others have faded from memory.
We don't have stakes on either team, so this is a relaxed atmosphere for a Super Bowl. The commercials are funny, as always. Eminem's Brisk Iced Tea commercial got laughs from me.
So did this. . .
Megan: "Wisconsin's G is for Green Bay - " Moi: "Packers." Megan: "Whuh?" Moi: "Green Bay Packers." Megan: "What?" Moi: "Green. Bay. Packers." Megan: "I hate that you knew this and I didn't!"
Ah, yes. Such ultimate shame. My cousin's very tomboyish daughter sees me as something of a foo foo.
I wish I hadn't drowned these baked potatoes in flavor quite so much.
I am in favor of merging ASD diagnoses. What I am not in favor of is trading one form of rigidity for another.
Imagine how this will be used against people's best interests! "I'm sorry, Level 1's don't qualify for this." "I'm sorry, Level 3's can never do that." "I'm sorry, Level 2's are so fucking impossible to work with at all!"
Ugh.
Furthermore, what happens when people can't be pegged into one category? If you think it won't happen to most, you're wrong. According to this, I'm a Level 0 - 2 who used to be a Level 1 - 3. What's that supposed to mean???
Another issue is that these categorizations do not cover the main problems for many people, myself included. What is the purpose of choosing only certain aspects of diagnostic criteria to determine "levels"?
And what's more, a person's ability to "pass" for typical does not necessarily determine shit. What defines "passing", anyway? I think of how very differently my husband and I come across. Who passes better depends on what people you ask!
Guys, what the bonkity fuck?
Feel free to take the image. Hell, please do. I saved the proposed criteria from the DSM-V website and simply macro'd it.
iam_disneys Marina Del Rey of The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning! indescribable