That's really, really creepy. My thought while reading was that Bec should talk to her pastor, rather than the guy, and let the pastor do the dirty work.
None of it means a damn thing.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
Topic!Cindy - May 29, 2005 4:37:36 am PDT #1622 of 10001
What is even happening?
Anne W. - May 29, 2005 5:02:29 am PDT #1623 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
That's a good suggestion, Cindy.
Good morning everyone. I am feeling like a slug. This is not a good thing.
billytea - May 29, 2005 5:08:54 am PDT #1624 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
That's really, really creepy. My thought while reading was that Bec should talk to her pastor, rather than the guy, and let the pastor do the dirty work.
I think she's comfortable talking to the guy first. I mean, he was married for 16 years, and he's a good and involved father too (his son has cerebral palsy, which doesn't make it easier). And Bec did think he was a good guy before all this, and she has good sense (hey, she married me).
So, yeah, he needs to get some perspective here, but I don't think he's stalker material.
billytea - May 29, 2005 5:31:44 am PDT #1625 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Further update: Bec has now talked to him and straightened things out. It sounds like the fact that Bec got on so well with his son had a lot to do with things. If you have a kid with a disability, and you come across someone who relates so easily to them, that's got to make them look pretty special. And she is, of course. But it's been sorted.
Lee - May 29, 2005 5:39:12 am PDT #1626 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Both Ikea and the Farmer's market open at 10:00. Which one should I go to first?
Betsy HP - May 29, 2005 5:57:28 am PDT #1627 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
The farmer's market will actually open early today because it's a holiday weekend.
Lee - May 29, 2005 6:07:00 am PDT #1628 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oooh. What time?
Cashmere - May 29, 2005 6:25:38 am PDT #1629 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
After investigating on ebay, it doesn't appear anyone wants to bid on the type of heavy, black diamond point pattern Tiara glassware my mother gave me. Can't say that I blame them.
Looks like this stuff is going to go into the garage sale.
DCJensen - May 29, 2005 6:35:29 am PDT #1630 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
I'll be there will be at least one Buffista who would want to buy diamond tiara glassware.
Okay, so with this diverse group, a statement like that? Fish in a barrel.
Susan W. - May 29, 2005 7:28:22 am PDT #1631 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Good morning, all.
In mememe news, my back is so much better that I've switched from Tylenol 3 to ibuprofen, which makes me happy because I don't feel so sleepy and drugged. I'm going to try to ease my way back into normal activities today and tomorrow, with frequent breaks to lounge in my back brace with an ice pack in between. Then Tuesday I'ma call and make an appointment with a physical therapist. I don't want to repeat this any time soon. Or ever, really, though that might be too much to hope for.