It's been quite the wacked out day. 2 deaths of close family friends, my closest Uncle back in the hospital for the umpteenth angiogram and then.....all the good stuff. WTF???
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
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Aims - Mar 11, 2005 6:36:16 pm PST #6127 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ginger - Mar 11, 2005 6:40:40 pm PST #6128 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Apparently the universe is trying to give you whiplash.
sj - Mar 11, 2005 6:41:32 pm PST #6129 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
They have decided to wait another month before doing the surgery on my nephew. It seems the doctors are stunned at how healthy he is despite his heart defects. It seem that most baby's with his condition are very sickly. So they are going to let him gain some more weight and see how it goes.
Thanks to Jilli's link, I now need a parasol.
Best. Audition. Ever.
yay, Empress!!! Go you!!!
JOE GOT A NEW JOB!!!
Woo Hoo!!!
Emily - Mar 11, 2005 6:45:11 pm PST #6130 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Aimee, I'm sorry on the bad stuff, and yay! on the good grownup stuff!
Also, I think personals sites should come with a warning. I was only going for fun, cause I know I don't have time to date and mostly don't think about it, and now all of a sudden I'm feeling lonely and old and OMG I'm going to die alone and I'm way overweight!
Which is insane, cause I'm young and totally gorgeous and I have all of you. I will still die alone, but not yet.
sj - Mar 11, 2005 6:50:44 pm PST #6131 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Aimee}}} Sorry for your losses.
Lee - Mar 11, 2005 6:52:16 pm PST #6132 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Aimee, Yay, except for the bad stuff. What is the job?
Aims - Mar 11, 2005 7:05:52 pm PST #6133 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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sj - Mar 11, 2005 7:07:48 pm PST #6134 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Nice! I hope he likes it.
Susan W. - Mar 11, 2005 7:08:24 pm PST #6135 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Wonderful news about the job, Aimee! And {{{hugs}}} for the rest of it.
I'm actually fairly calm about dad's situation, mostly because when I saw VCOB's name come up on the caller ID, I knew it had to be something about one of our parents' health, because for ordinary interaction we email each other. In the few seconds it took me to answer the phone and hear what had happened, I'd already had time to imagine the worst and start calculating how soon we could be on a plane. This is so much less frightening than I'd imagined that I'm coping quite well.
I do wish I had a better grasp on the medical issues involved, but I'm hearing the details third-hand, and VCOB is no more a doctor or any kind of medical expert than I am. So I'm really unclear on the part where his heart attack damage from 1991 could be causing clots or scar tissue or something now.
And I get the impression my mother is fixated on the cancer possibility, though from the way VCOB described it, there's at most a 20% chance that's it.
If it turns out to be the standard blood-clot induced TIAs, they'll probably put him on coumadin (sp?), even though he's already on a daily aspirin plus another prescription blood thinner.
beth b - Mar 11, 2005 7:10:12 pm PST #6136 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Go Joe!
and please send some work crisis ma~~~ to my DH and the people he is working on a site. Whatever happens they could use a little luck