April 2010
Blue fingernails + Veronica Mars = Getting through the week the best I can.
March 2010
Isn’t Passover just, you put the blood on the door and then the Smoke Monster...
– thatisawesome (via sandwichday)
@Neezie
Key Lime?! It’s like I don’t know you anymore!
Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry!
I really do respond better to positive reinforcement. When I get emails like “Great, comprehensive and useful e-mail, Anne!” I feel happier and want to work harder. When I feel like my work doesn’t matter at all, I just want to stop.
Professors who tell me to call them by their first name > Professors who insist on being referred to as “Dr. Whoever” in all correspondence.
I know you got a PhD. I’m proud of you. But you are also a person.
It was a shocking thing to say and I knew it was a shocking thing to say. But no...
– Philip Pullman, addressing an audience at the Sheldonian Theatre in Oxford about his latest book, The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ.
Last year for my friend’s potluck, I made whoopie pies. What’s this year’s trendy dessert? Other dessert suggestions?
After all, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which...
– Anne Shirley, in Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery (via ohsuicideblonde)(via starry-eyes) (via ransombookquotes) (via booklover)
Blueberry is losing?! WTF? →
Key lime? More like key lame!
Red velvet for the win, though.
When I was little I had a lisp, but I didn’t really notice it until my mom took me to a speech therapist. The speech therapist showed me what I was doing wrong and said I didn’t need speech therapy classes.
Sometimes I still wonder if I sound like that, but people are too polite to say anything.
Nice things people have said to me today:
“Thank you for the suggestion. You always go the extra mile!” (Plus she CCed my boss; hurray!)
“These cookies are delicious! Thanks so much for bringing them in.”
Smiles for Tuesday afternoon.
New plan: become independently wealthy, stay home and bake all day.
eject: My story about the film 'Monster House' →
waltinboston:
I had totally forgotten about these emails until the two tweets above jogged my memory.
This is a story about the nicest thing a non-relative has taken the time to do for one of my children without getting paid for it.
When Salinger was 7 she became plagued with nightmares about the…