I am so glad there is a gif of that.

Lived up to one of my favorite resolutions this year: always be the second drunkest girl at the party.

Last year Amazon delivered several items I ordered - including textbooks for my classes - to my address from 2006 instead of my default current and billing address.

"This guy from Bering Sea Gold: Under the Ice — a television show, apparently — kind of looks like a version of Jensen Ackles that never left Texas because he got a girl pregnant in high school and he knew he didn't love her but dammit he was gonna do the right thing so he got a job at the local Texaco station and…

Steak fingers are basically like large chicken nuggets except made of ground beef instead of ground up chicken. You usually eat them with fries and dip them in cream gravy and/or ketchup. They actually served them in the cafeteria at my elementary school too.

In Texas, DQ does burgers, hot dogs, steak fingers, and Texas toast with cream gravy and fries. The burgers are a bigger deal than the ice cream (although ice cream is still popular).

I'd bet a fair number of these are regional, yeah. People don't seem to realize how often fast food places have regional products. For example, in Texas McDonalds has a "Texas Homestyle Burger" (which is awesome but apparently didn't do so well in other states). And I just found out recently that apparently in other…

He's a pretty anxious guy, so he's been known to tremble when he's nervous or frightened, but this was definitely much more severe and more of a fit.

My dog had some sort of trembling fit yesterday. It didn't seem like a seizure to me - it wasn't that severe, he was conscious and responsive, and he wasn't disoriented or confused after, he bounced right back to normal.

I am really glad that no one in my group of friends thinks that "Don't Take the Girl", a.k.a. THE SADDEST SONG EVER is appropriate for karaoke. And disappointed that somehow "Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks didn't make this list.

I love The First Wives Club. I see the similarity. I will watch the shit out of this.

I can't quite bring myself to be upset about #1. In 2009, I had a woman behind me get seriously rude at me for bumbling my way through the TSA screening because obviously everyone knows the rules by now!

A big part of the difference (and I mentioned some other things in response to other comments) is between someone who considers themselves a professional nanny and someone who doesn't.

When I have a nanny position, I have a series of responsibilities that includes actively engaging with and educating the children at all times and, essentially, being their primary caregiver.

Some people don't care, but I know women who consider themselves professional nannies (have been doing it for years and plan to do it indefinitely) who would be offended if someone called them a babysitter, because the term calls to mind a teenager who spends all night on the couch eating pizza and watching TV while…

Nannies are basically primary caregivers for the children they care for. They usually have more training and experience than a sitter, and spend more time with the kids, but to me the big distinction is investment in development. When I'm nannying, I stay abreast of child development issues and I'm responsible not…

What I get called doesn't bother me a whole lot - I worked for families who were uncomfortable with the term "nanny" and referred to me as "Baby's friend" instead. Whatever works. But I also know a lot of professional agency nannies who would be seriously offended if someone called them a babysitter. I just think it's…

So is she a nanny or a babysitter? Please don't use those terms interchangeably. As a former nanny, I can tell you they are not the same thing.

I was a nanny for years, and am white. The mom I worked for the longest had the same hair and eye color as me, so the babies and I looked like we could easily be related. Most people assumed they were mine, and moms at the park would start conversations with me based on that, but when I mentioned I was actually the…

Once, when I was about 7, I loved Lisa Frank stuff, and my mom encouraged me to write a letter to the company and told me that in return I might get a letter back or maybe even a coupon or some stickers.