Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
Like Cashmere, I didn't dare make a plan, because I would have felt married to the plan, and seen anyone who tried to get me to veer from the plan as a horrible, horrible interloper. And because I have the kind of luck where, like Aimee, everything not on my plan would have wound up on my plate.
RAWR. That is one fine-looking future monarch.
Yeah. I uh remember his folks marrying. I uh remember him being born and Christened. I uh remember feeling bad for the poor young boy whose mother died. I uh try not to look at pictures of either young prince, all too often, because it makes me feel like uh a dirty uh old uh lady. Say what you want about him marrying her, but at least Charles first choice brought some looks back to the gene pool. I thought was going to be the last Windsor I could look at.
Some please remind me that my father is actually a really good father and not trying to drive me batty on purpose.
Your dad sounds like my dad in a lot of ways, askye. Mountains of patience to you.
{{askye}} Not trying to drive you batty, just clueless. My dad is the same way. Fortunately, I no longer live with him or I'd be in jail for patricide.
{{Nora}} House~ma! Lots of it, because that is one pretty house and you should have it.
I'm not cleaning, again. But I got so much done yesterday I don't feel a push anymore. Besides, the daughter is home and she just gets in the way. She'll try to "help" and I'll be looking for stuff until infinity if I let her put it away for me. Troll logic is not my logic.
I know Dad doesn't do these things on purpose, but he's so oblivious to stuff. Yesterday he tried poaching fish (it was actually pretty good) but he was going to let it cook until the rice was done. The brown rice. He seemed surprised when I told him that once the fish are done they need to be taken out so they won't over cook.
The front right burner on the stove doesn't work right, which doesn't bother him at all. Several years ago down at our trailer on the beach, the stove slowly died. The first the oven went, then one burner at a time. Dad did nothing until the remaining burner caught on fire when a guest was using it.
The same thing with the dryer and the microwave. Well, those didn't catch on fire, but they didn't get replaced until they were well and truly dead.
My mom just bought me beautiful tulips for my new living room! They're beautiful! Soon I will have pictures of them in my new living room. I know you all just can't wait.
ION, have we heard anything from Nora? The whole house offer/acceptance thing is nerve wracking - I hope it goes smoothly!
We put in the offer and should hear back tonight. We put a pretty low offer in to start with, and are expecting a counter-offer, by 9:30pm.
Got a message when we got home saying that the listing realtor says that maybe the sellers aren't as motivated as we thought. But, you know, it's in her best interest to have us think that.
vw, tulips are my favorites!!!
bid-ma for Nora & Tom.
We're off to take DH to the airport. This sucks.
Nobody I know who's given birth actually wrote out a plan.
I had a plan, too, though it was about preferences rather than The Way It Must Be. I'm glad we did, not because we got the birth we wanted (ha!), but because I could tell the staff were being careful and considerate about explaining all our options whenever we had to abandon part of the plan. Also, I had those strange issues WRT touch during the second half of pregnancy, so I talked about those in the birth plan. That way I avoided anyone other than DH touching me to offer encouragement (if they'd tried, I probably would've hit them), and the staff were very good about telling me first and explaining why when they had to touch me for medical reasons.
The one thing I'm still upset about when I reflect back on the birth is something that wasn't in the plan because I took it so for granted that I couldn't imagine it'd need to be there--namely, freedom to choose whichever positions felt most comfortable for labor and birth. I never had that, and it made me angry and bitter in a way that none of the other things that were out of my control did.
I wonder if it's a problem I've still got some lingering bitterness a year on, and what I should do about it...
Dammit, I forgot to sleep again. Spent all night learning how to modify Livejournal page styles instead.
