I would like to request motivation-ma for today and the rest of next week. The house goes on the market Feb 22, and there is still a lot to do. Not to mention the fact that I still need to find a job in St. Louis.
Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Anne W. - Feb 12, 2005 4:47:55 am PST #615 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 12, 2005 5:01:06 am PST #616 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I have a new Motorola flippy phone. We are still getting acquainted.
~ma for Anne
ETA- yes, I'm now on Cingular. I used to be AT&T, but because of the merger, with the new phone, I get a new plan and I'm "officially" Cinglar now.
sumi - Feb 12, 2005 5:02:21 am PST #617 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Happy Birthday -t, Maria and Kristin!
Much Saturday motivation-ma to Anne!
I had skipped and skimmed too much and mis-understood the sort of "market" Anne was referring to.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 5:04:06 am PST #618 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cashmere, my doctors have been really strict about not feeding too soon after vomiting. Don't be afraid to stick to clear fluids, and just little bits at a time. If they throw up, they lose more than they got (from either food or drinks). Pedialyte, crushed ice, room temperature ginger ale are all good. If he keeps the drinks in (teensy bits, every half hour is enough), Jello is good, too. White grape juice is supposedly the mildest juice when he's ready, but there's no rush. You just keep an eye out, to make sure he's staying hydrated.
Toast (no butter--dry or with a smidge of jam) and saltines are also your friends.
vw bug - Feb 12, 2005 5:05:11 am PST #619 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Much ~ma headed Anne's way!
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 5:09:53 am PST #620 of 10001
What is even happening?
Getcherarsemovin~ma to Anne!
Laura - Feb 12, 2005 5:10:45 am PST #621 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
{{Cashmere}} Brendon Jr. has vomitted maybe twice in his entire 13 years of life. Bobby was nicknamed "back at ya Mom" as a kid. He still (at 10) gets sick once or twice a month. He is almost trained to at least seek tile floor.
Speaking of Bobby, in my never ending battle to get him healthy I sent 4 viles of his blood off for allergy testing. The only thing that got a moderate reaction was oranges. It seems more likely that his constant congestion is dust, or mold, or dog related. Ugh.
Anne - would you be so kind as to send me your snail mail address? Not sayin' why.
Lilty Cash - Feb 12, 2005 5:13:05 am PST #622 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Gronk.
The neighbors started bumping obnoxious music before I wanted to get up. Until there's coffee, I'm just going to sit here pondering how they should die.
ION, Happy Birthday -t, Kristin, and MFNLaw!!!
Anne W. - Feb 12, 2005 5:19:57 am PST #623 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Laura, insent.
I was planning on lounging until noon, then working, but the motivation has kicked in. I'm gonna get up and get to work. Yeehaw!
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 5:30:38 am PST #624 of 10001
What is even happening?
Bobby was nicknamed "back at ya Mom" as a kid.Hee!
He still (at 10) gets sick once or twice a month. He is almost trained to at least seek tile floor.Oh, poor little guy. Sounds like his allergens aren't easy to avoid, either--at least dust and mold, and if you have a doggie, well...shoot.
We had one horrific night, when Ben and Chris both had a stomach virus, one from which Julia was still recovering. Ben would vomit at 12:00. Chris would vomit at 12:15. Ben would vomit at 12:30. Chris would vomit at 12:45. It went on 'til (I think) 4 o'clock in the morning. Chris was still a baby, maybe Owen's age, and we couldn't get him to aim, at all. We finally put him in the portacrib in the living room, surrounded it with towels, and put more towels over the mattress. Ben could at least hit the bucket. We were up doing laundry all. night. long. During this, Ben tried to make it to the bathroom, rather than the bucket, one time. He threw up in the hallway on the floor and wall. Scott washed the floor while I settled the boys. Scott took the mop & bucket down cellar to empty it, slipped, and dropped it, and so ended up having to wash the cellar stairs and floor, too.
It was like something out of Dante.