Oh yeah, despite my dad's efforts to ingrain a good work ethic in me, I still have a crappy one.

Chalk it up to laziness. Or the fact that I'm easily bored. Or that I'd like to focus on the really interesting things to the exclusion of everything else.

Oh! And I really need to see a picture of lisah as the beehive queen.

I was trying to see if there were any pics online but it looks like no dice. I'll have to see if I can scan some sometime.

Yay for Aimee's sister!

Okay, I want to read that like Strong Bad. Aimee...Aimee's sister. Aimee...Aimee's sister.

So happy for your sister's good news, Aimee!!

{{{S and S}}}

Ellie is too precious. That story reminded me of a time when I was around 7 or so and my mom had pissed me off about something. I was sitting on the front steps mumbling to myself, "It's so unfair. Why won't she let me? I'm going to run away and then she'll be sorry!" and the like. My mom was around the corner listening to the whole thing and eventually came to the front steps laughing. I couldn't help but laugh, too.

I didn't work in high school, but in the summers I was usually taking summer school or going to camp (or working at camp) or what have you--not just sitting around all day for weeks on end, usually.

Summer before college, I was a cashier at the grocery store. That was plenty of "glad I'm going to college" right there, believe me.

....clearly the work ethic is but so strong, given that I am typing on here, eh?

I used to write angry notes on tiny scraps of paper and throw them down the stairs at my mother: "I hate you" "You're so mean" "It's totally unfair and you are too" and the like. My mother seems to have valued it as a commitment to literacy and kept them.

Summer before college, I was a cashier at the grocery store. That was plenty of "glad I'm going to college" right there, believe me.

One summer I worked a second shift job at a pickle factory. Got paid a little more than minimum wage, but got some overtime. There was a guy there who was in his 40s or so, and he was just so bitter at the fact that he had this crappy factory job. (Oh, and he had the worst work ethic of any of us there.) He took a strong disliking to me when he found out I was a college student.

was trying to see if there were any pics online but it looks like no dice.

lisah, are they on the honfest site? where my brain goes when I hear "beehive"

[link] (a couple at the end in here)

Oh yeah--a lot of the customers were completely obnoxious to us as cashiers (most of them were fine, but given the number you'd see in a full day shift...) acting like we were morons, assuming we couldn't add or subtract, etc etc. Which may have been the case for some, but I was like "HI. I'm going to Georgetown in the fall. Libby over there is going to be a sophomore at Northwestern. [Someone else I think was going to a big name school too]. We are probably smarter than you. Go ass yourself in the ear, ma'am."

GC! I thought of you when my friend posted this video (which has music, btw) to flickr the other day. This is part one:

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