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.
Happy birthday, Laura!!!!!!!
Glad your mom is home, Cash.
~ma for your boss, Tep.
Hugs and comics for Emmett. Hope his leg pain isn't serious.
More hugs and some glitter for JZ.
Coping~ma for connie, though it sounds like she's in a good place with this.
Feel better PDQ, Jilli.
Did I miss any other significant events?
(Has anyone seen my pronouns?)
Are you a Prairie Muffin?
I'm gonna say....no.
Are you a Prairie Muffin?
No. If I am a baked good, I am some sort of fabulous chocolate confection that is made with a lot of booze. And is probably covered in edible glitter.
That Prarie Muffin site freaks me out. I'm not kidding, I'm really disturbed by it.
Being fiercely submissive sounds fun. I might try that.
I think you do not think it mean what they think it means.
PMs understand that the latent humanism and feminism in these stories and in the lives of these women is not worthy of emulation.
That is really the only thing in the PM Manifesto that bothered me. Everything else pings me as "some people juggle geese" (I do understand that a lot of people try to fit themselves into that mould when it's really not a good fit), but I fail to understand how a humanist life is not worthy of emulation.
"Prairie Muffin" sounds like a euphemism for "Cow Pie." Is this site legit?
If the pain's been going on for a couple of weeks, wouldn't that sort of rule out if was anything else?
'Fraid not, actually. Think of it as pre-shocks. Rapid heartbeat, sweating, and anxiety as frequent co-conspirators, though, if it's the real deal. Hubby doesn't get the shooting pain, he gets specifically located pain in the joints of his arm and jaw. The muscles are uninvolved. Hence the frequent idiocy of 'Are you sure it's not arthritis?'
I went to the doctor with an anxiety attack once, brought on by a condition I've seen mentioned here before, but I can never spell--Chondritis, maybe (dr. explained it as basically young person's chest arthritis). But when you're having chest pains and trouble breathing, it's hard to tell why.
Just had a mild epiphany, so I thought I'd come and share. I've been consulting with the voice in my head on the issues with my mother. The tried and true "But she gave birth to you!" statement came up, and I was momentarily thrown. Then I thought, "No, she gave birth the woman I was. I gave birth to the woman I am."
Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation. It's a small thing, but mine own. Whatever happens, I can cope.
Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation
I'm not one, but it sounds like the kind of thing my own mother would've heartily endorsed.
And don't let me forget to mention what a damn fine job you did, either.
Happy Birthday, Laura!
And see the chiro soonest. No hurty Laura, please.
Also, no hurty Jilli would be the best plan.
"Prairie Muffin" sounds like a euphemism for "Cow Pie."
Yup, to me too. And you know....not that far off.
Oh, I'm sorry, was that unkind and prejudiced of me? Tough. I'm tired of being the nice and pleasant and tolerant and accepting one. Loosen up, you pursed-mouth churchlady (tm Dana Carvey) types! Just knowing you're out there, you all give me a nervous tic!