Dammit, look what erika and Cindy put in my head:

Lying beside you
here in the dark
feeling your heartbeat with mine
softly you whisper
you're so sincere
how could our love be so blind?

I miss my Spike.

Yeah, bugger that. Did I tell y'all I got invited to host a "We Love Our Tubes" rally for Terri S? I shit you not. People with caths and feeding tubes are converging on public spaces all over the USA to protest TS dying from "our revulsion". Sometimes the dark humor writes itself. I do not understand those Not Dead Yet people, man.

Oh, juliana. I don't mind Journey myself, but I never would have put them in your mind, on purpose. Hee.

When I was in college, I met a boy at the beach, in town. He was a student at another college. We dated for a little while. The first night he came to take me out, he was wearing Polo cologne, had pink Champagne (cheap, because college students, yo), and had Journey on the car stereo. I remember thinking, "Okay, this is too 80s even for me, and it's only the Fall of '85."

This episode of 80s nostalgia is brought to you by the letters, O, and Dear.

As long as someone is capable of saying "Remove that and I'll make your life hell," I don't think they're in danger.

Me either...that's what I don't understand. Any time a PWD dies, anywhere from anything they think it's the second coming of Joseph Goebbels. I hope to die in the saddle, so to speak? Would that be a naked protest? And they've never heard of Godwin's Law, apparently. I couldn't come anyway all my tubes are natural.

gronk.

nice new thread . Is it nap time?

Is it nap time?

It's always nap time somewhere....

Or maybe nap time is just a state of mind.

Or maybe we carry nap time in our hearts.

Or maybe you've always had nap time. Just click your heels together....

x-posted from my LJ because it rocks so hard...plus, it's a little sunshine in a gloomy month:

I possibly have the best mother ever. There I was, sitting in my classroom a few minutes before my first class was about to start. A few of my teenagers were milling about, and I was sifting through papers on my desk and feeling a bit stressed about the amount of grading I had to plow through later.

Very unexpectedly, in walks my mother with a little canvas bag. "Hey sweetie! I knew you were having a rough week, so I thought I'd bring you breakfast!" In the bag: coffee, a breakfast sandwich, orange juice, a pint of milk, and a little cheerios packet. My kids all said, "Awwwww!" in chorus followed by mumblings of, "I wish I had a mom like that!"

But wait, it gets better.

So I start class and put aside the food to be eaten afterward. About twenty minutes later, there's a knock on the door. It's my mom again, this time with two small shopping bags. "I didn't think it was fair to bring you food and not your students!" she smiles. In the bags? Two boxes of donuts and a half gallon each of apple cider, orange juice, and milk. Also cups for the drinks and napkins for the crumbs. Now my class choruses, "AWWWWWWW!!!" and "THANK YOU MS. T.'s MOM!!!"

We snacked on donuts and drinks, and they made her a thank you card, and my whole day got a hell of a lot brighter.

Any time you wonder where I get my odd impulses to just do something nice and unexpected for someone, think about this story. She is my role model in so many ways, and I love her dearly.

AWWWW!

Cool moms are the coolest.