The Spam Thread!

[huckleberrypie]

I just moved! Yay! I love my new place, and this new little laptop.. even if it's just 400 dollar laptop I picked up from Walmart.. it get's the job done and let's be online!

Is it a Core iSomething laptop?

[Angel]

I just moved! Yay! I love my new place, and this new little laptop.. even if it's just 400 dollar laptop I picked up from Walmart.. it get's the job done and let's be online!

Is it a Core iSomething laptop?

It's a Dell Inspirion. Most of the laptops they have there are made by Acer, who makes the really really cheap netbooks.

[huckleberrypie]

Ahh. But I bet it runs on a Core i3 or something like that.

[Angel]

The umm.. I think what you are talking about is well, it has a Pentium Dual-Core.. is that what you are referring to? I don't know much about this sort of thing, admittedly.. Alexia is the one I go to for this stuff. XD

[RAMChYLD]

Ooo, Angel's back!

So this is what it means by the song "Somewhere Out There" appearing in my dream?

* hugs.

[Stella Grapes]

Original Grapes looks like an angry drunk in this picture. Oh well.

Speaking of Grapes and drinking, since I named her father Riesling Wine (after a drink made from "Germany's greatest grape"), my father's name is the same as Sandy and Angel's little brothers. It's actually Vilhelm, a German version of the name William, but he goes by Bill.

I forgot what I wanted to say.

Oh yes, something deep and depressing. :lol: Forget it! Angel is back and Sandy wrote -

Oh, Sandy! This isn't what I was going to say, but I keep forgetting to tell you that I saw the graphic novel version of The Metamorphosis! Our local library is getting lots of new books in.

And I have a kidney infection! Aaaaah! It's mild (for now), so hopefully I won't need surgery.

And I'll say the depressing bit I wanted to say, anyway. The last sentence in one of the library's new books was about how girls should be raised to look at themselves from the inside out, not the outside in. Yeeeees, of course, and all people should look at themselves that way. But - what if you are a hypocrite? What if you tell others to see themselves that way, and fail to see yourself that way? What if you see yourself as a person of such an endless number of personality flaws and worry that looking at yourself from the inside out would only make you a worse person than you already are?

Even if and/or when you don't see yourself as a person of endless flaws, what if you worry you will slip into being a person of endless flaws if you forgo caring about what others think of you?

I realize it is a matter of balance. I always was clumsy.

What I need to do is stop thinking that most people are by default morally better than me. It's hard when you've spent a lifetime thinking that kind of thing. I could look at all the good I've done, but I don't want to be conceited. . . . .

And all this begs the question, how can I raise confident children and a confident niece if I am not confident? Well, the same way I can instill confidence in students without being confident myself. I just can. It is just a natural talent I have, against all odds, perhaps proof that I'm meant for greater good than I even now know. I cannot, however, teach myself.

James often lacks confidence himself, and while he believes in me, we usually wind up being supports for each other. Half the confidence James does have is practical, and I already have that confidence. The other half is confidence James has earned that I feel I have not earned. Ben's confidence is exactly the kind of thing that I'm afraid I have somewhere inside me. Dee's confidence is something it seems I simply cannot have because I am not like most women. I do not have the "woman's intuition" she believes all women have. ("When you look in James' eyes, what do you see?" "Um. My reflection.") She thinks all women can look in men's eyes and know what they are thinking. I sure can't!

"[Something something something]. It's called Woman's Intuition. You have it somewhere inside!"
"Honey, I wasn't born with Woman's Intuition. I was born with Woman's Whininess."

After I said that, a lot of men laughed. This sort of blunt humor is one of many reasons why I've always been a "One of the Guys" female, despite being feminine in style and a lot of interests. I'm "One of the Guys" who happens to not be a tomboy. A rare creature. Come capture it. No, don't capture it.

I talk so much. :lol:

[cpd2009]

I just moved! Yay! I love my new place, and this new little laptop.. even if it's just 400 dollar laptop I picked up from Walmart.. it get's the job done and let's be online!

Is the new Dell laptop your first laptop, or did you have an older laptop or computer the new one is replacing?

You may have read this already, but I got myself a new laptop about a month ago. It's a Toshiba Satellite which I named Wendell. It is replacing an old Gateway Tablet/Laptop convertible (Chrysanthemum) I have had since 2006. I would have liked to keep using the old one, but it hasn't been working too well over the past year, and I needed a new one just in case if it died completely.

[huckleberrypie]

IDK, had to post this for the lulz:

[RAMChYLD]

I'm getting good at using The Gimp

[Stella Grapes]

Benita is silly. Easter egg hunting today, she kept dropping her eggs out of her basket (literally turning the basket upside down, sometimes on her head) and grinning a silly grin. She thought that was hilarious. Most of the eggs were plastic, but she did get real egg in her hair.

There are different egg hunts for different age groups: 1-2, 3-8, 9-12, and teenagers. Adults hide eggs for the teenagers. For all the teenagers talk of wanting us to hide the eggs where they can never find them, every year I've been here for Easter, they don't find about a fourth of their eggs and we have to tell them where the rest are.

Teenagers and adults work together hiding eggs for the younger kids.

Megan was hiding eggs for Benita's group and hid some in a popcorn popper, including the prize egg.

Oh, an explanation is in order. The groups ages three and older each have one prize egg hidden. Whoever finds the prize egg gets to trade it in for a gift.

Well, a woman took the prize egg out of the popcorn popper and placed it in plain sight while the kids were egg hunting. Megan was not happy with this at all. "They would have found it. Now who gets the prize will just be the closest kid to where she put the egg, not the kid with skill!" True, but Meg continued to rant on the subject a bit much, like a villain whose plan had been foiled - except that she wasn't being villainous. Brooklyn, the girl who found the prize egg, ironically probably would have found it anyway.

Benita didn't even try. Spilling her basket was too much fun for her. She was trying to be everybody's comic relief. Brooklyn chose a pink fluffy purse for her prize. Brook then turned to Nita and said, "Here. This has a zipper, so you can't lose anything. You need it more than I do." Benita laughed and thanked her friend while hug-tackling her.

Sometimes, Benita is in the mood to act about half her age. Because she is a tall child, people think that she is a few years older than she is. So when people think an eight year old is acting three, they usually aren't impressed at all. Does my daughter care? Of course not.

The beginning egg hunt wasn't really a hunt. There were plush eggs right in front of the babies, and parents and older siblings just put plush eggs in plush baskets if the babies couldn't figure out what to do.

I think that could stand to be a little more challenging. It's not much preparation for the next level! :lol: