And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men: evil. You know, straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy metropolis BAD.

Buffy ,'Sleeper'


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.


Nicole - May 02, 2005 7:25:54 am PDT #6876 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

The left foot stands alone.

I don't know how I missed this earlier, Deena, but I think I just frightened a co-worker with a loud guffaw! Hoping PT goes well today and you're pleased that you went after it's over.

Since he's napping now and I've had plenty of sleep I'm trying to decide, shower or read?

Cashmere, I'm curious to know which one you chose to do.


Deena - May 02, 2005 7:29:47 am PDT #6877 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

PT went very well. She was highly impressed with my ability to stand up straight without having a wall at my back, my butt muscles are actually working, and the muscle tone of my lats is improving, slowly. My pesky left shoulder was still tight, but my neck moved by itself.

I felt positively bouncy walking out of there. When I started, I had to use the elevator to get up and down to and from their basement office. Now I use the stairs. Before you know it, I'll be taking the stairs two at a time.


brenda m - May 02, 2005 7:30:21 am PDT #6878 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Whoo-hoo! Go Deena!


Nicole - May 02, 2005 7:36:39 am PDT #6879 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

Yay Deena! Bouncy Deena!!


beth b - May 02, 2005 7:38:04 am PDT #6880 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

calm and cool ma~~~ to Betsy.

horray for anne being safe and sound

and double yays for Deena's body working better.


Cashmere - May 02, 2005 7:50:52 am PDT #6881 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Cashmere, I'm curious to know which one you chose to do.

Heh. Reading. I just got a biography of Christopher Marlowe at the library and I'm nearly half-way through. Now I'm sitting here stinking.

Deena, excellent!

How wrong is it that I'm excited because Noggin is premiering new music for kids? *sigh*

It's official, I have to now gate the dogs out of the kitchen while feeding Owen. He now teases and SHARES his food. Shares as in putting down a cracker or whatever so that one of the dogs can reach up and eat half while he holds onto the thing for dear life, giggling. Then promptly popping it into his own mouth as soon as the dog is finished.

Christopher is completely grossed out. I'm not so worried about the germs but it is pretty nasty. Not to mention my dogs are both going to gain 20lbs before O turns 2.


DCJensen - May 02, 2005 7:51:36 am PDT #6882 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

I would make a wire framework, reinforced with rebar, and maybe even the paper mache mentioned earlier. Then I would cover the whole thing with the plasticized cement they sell now, so you can trowel it on and make it conform to any shape.

t sings If I only had a brain.


Nora Deirdre - May 02, 2005 7:55:57 am PDT #6883 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Christopher is completely grossed out. I'm not so worried about the germs but it is pretty nasty. Not to mention my dogs are both going to gain 20lbs before O turns 2.

When you were describing the sharing process, I was picturing Christopher's reaction...sacre bleu!


Aims - May 02, 2005 7:58:26 am PDT #6884 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Will. Not. Kill. Student. Loan. People.


Cashmere - May 02, 2005 7:59:24 am PDT #6885 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

When you were describing the sharing process, I was picturing Christopher's reaction...sacre bleu!

He just stared in horror. Then looked to me to do something. When I ignored it (that's how I deal with a lot of gross stuff) he just said, "THAT'S IT!" and chased the dogs into the hall and put up the gate. Then he wiped O's hands and looked at me and said, "I really can't stand that."

I shrugged. It's REALLY hard to keep the dogs away from the baby 24/7. Even if I give him a snack in the baby gates, he reaches through the bars to share with the dogs. All our rooms are interconnected (but separated by baby gates). If the weather's good, I put the dogs outside--but this isn't always feasible.