Some words I wrote

Witness:

What is your "role" in your family?

Your mom.

Here 'tis!  I have wanted this tattoo for like, um, seven years.  When I was in Finland, I took a trip to the Arctic Circle and was given a Lappish name in a horribly tacky tourist ceremony--namely, Bear: "Sä oot ihan karhun näköinen!" (You look like a bear!) I was told.  So the middle bit is a Lappish-themed bear; the outside is a Lappish-themed sun (top half) and moon (bottom half).

New tattoo

OMG so cute and adorable and, also, talented.  Behold!  (The song starts at about 2:35, but the first part is kind of cute, too..)

I've been memed into a tag!  Or, um...  I never get this stuff right.

Anyway, I'm to:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences. [Including the fifth or after the fifth?  Damn meme writers. -SC]
   
5. Meme another tagger!  [Er--dammit! -SC]
   

It should probably be noted that I am cheating a little, since page 123 of the closest book didn't have five sentences on page 123...  So, instead, from Desmond Morris's The Naked Ape:

At this stage, around three to four months old, the response starts to be more specific.  It is narrowed down from any old face to the particular face of the mother.  Parental imprinting is taking place.

So here is the thing: I am so tired of dealing with people's CRAP!  In the last two weeks, I have:

1) been called a racist by someone I work with (DUDE! I hate you cause you are a jerk, not because of the color of your skin)
2) been afraid to go to work because I don't want to encounter said person against whom I am allegedly racist (DUDE! This is my office, too!)
3) been yelled at for things that I haven't done yet (DUDE! That is not what I was going to do)
4) been the only voice of reason at more than one meeting (DUDE! You should listen to me; I am nearly always very close to right)
5) bombed a telephone interview for what is basically my only hope of reasonable escape from this horrible burg for next year (DUDE! I get nervous talking on the phone, okay?)

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That is all.