I went to Austin recently for a festival that had us walking around downtown between venues all day. One afternoon, a man loitering on the sidewalk said, “slow down, so I can look longer,” as I passed by with my husband. Um, NO. Too bad my angry eyes don’t shoot lasers.
It’s disturbing to hear the stories (and relate to them!), but amazing to know you’re not alone.
Google Voice attempted to transcribe a message left in Dutch while believing it was in English. It was Husband’s brother letting us know our second niece had been born in The Netherlands. Still a great message, though.
She’s two now, and fantastic. Hey you So much.
JEFF:Professor, what would you say might be the difference between a religion and a cult?
PROFESSOR IAN DUNCAN: Why don’t we open that question to the floor since I don’t know and the book for this class is expensive? [2x03]
I was so shy as a kid that I can perfectly remember the moment I bit into a muffin with the paper still on and MY LIFE ENDED. I was in 2nd grade and didn’t normally get to school early enough to eat breakfast, so I was sitting with kids I didn’t usually see in the mornings. It took everything in me not to cry in front of them. And I swallowed the paper to keep it a secret.
The very next year I had a fantastic teacher, who noticed how shy I was, and spent the entire school year bringing me out of my shell at school. (I wasn’t shy outside of school. According to my grandmother, I could “talk the horns off a billy goat.”) I’m not shy anymore and I can’t remember the last time I was truly embarrassed by something. Thanks, Miss Viola!