Nillied especially for Lilty:
MFNlaw "Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some" Feb 15, 2005 12:38:49 pm PST
Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.
'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Maria - Feb 16, 2005 11:09:42 am PST #1457 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Topic!Cindy - Feb 16, 2005 11:10:54 am PST #1458 of 10001
What is even happening?
Gud, I like Mere. Are you reading the actual Bible at all, though? If not, try Luke.
§ ita § - Feb 16, 2005 11:23:45 am PST #1459 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Slacker mom article also on MSNBC: [link]
Lilty Cash - Feb 16, 2005 11:25:02 am PST #1460 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Thanks, MFN! I hadn't thought of keeping long-standing accounts open. The rates are all too astronomical to feel good about using, even as emergency "Winifred the Echo is sick" cards, but maybe it's worth not closing them all, at least right away. I'll throw them in the freezer until it's decision making time.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 16, 2005 11:27:04 am PST #1461 of 10001
What is even happening?
Maybe the slacker mom article will be more my style. I couldn't get through the first one, because I was too busy rolling my eyes at the perfectionism.
Java cat - Feb 16, 2005 11:32:55 am PST #1462 of 10001
Not javachik
Timelies. I just got back from driving a coworker to the emergency room where her husband was taken with nausea and cold sweats. I hope it's the flu and not a heart attack. They both take transit and the hospital isn't transit accessible.
Congratulations, PC! on the letter from the physicist. Your parents will enjoy reading it, I'll bet.
More on credit scoring from THE credit scoring company: [link]
Susan W. - Feb 16, 2005 11:34:38 am PST #1463 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Maybe the slacker mom article will be more my style. I couldn't get through the first one, because I was too busy rolling my eyes at the perfectionism.
Huh. I thought the article was very anti-perfectionism. But in a way that made me realize it's not just me putting pressure on myself, it's the whole current Culture of Motherhood.
Beverly - Feb 16, 2005 11:37:51 am PST #1464 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Huh. Who knew I was a slacker mom? Well, I did. But I figured it was more important that they did stuff with me than that I took them to somebody who did stuff with them professionally. I mean, laying out on the grass in the backyard with a couple of magnifying glass and making up stories about the ants we were watching was a whole lot more fun for them and for me, than a guided tour of the natural science center, with a quiz after. We did the NSC, too, and the Planetarium, but it was much more relaxed and less programmed.
I had acres of free time when I was growing up. I wanted as much of that for my kids as I could give them. Given, of course, that idle hands get into mischief, and they needed at least modest supervision. They got motivated on their own soon enough, and joined things. But it was their choice, not mine or DH's.
Gudanov - Feb 16, 2005 11:38:52 am PST #1465 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Right now when my son Leif sees an ant in the backyard he'll start yelling 'Hi Ant!', 'Hi Ant!'.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 16, 2005 11:39:04 am PST #1466 of 10001
What is even happening?
Huh. I thought the article was very anti-perfectionism.I mean the woman who was talking about how she used to put in three hours of high intensity quality parenting before work, and another three after. I knew it was going where you say, but I couldn't read about all the now former-or-dead perfectionists, to get there.