Buffy: A Guide, but no water or food. So it leads me to the sacred place and then a week later it leads you to my bleached bones? Giles: Buffy, really. It takes more than a week to bleach bones.

'Dirty Girls'


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.


sj - Jun 13, 2005 3:56:40 pm PDT #4553 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Oops. I thought I saw 18. But I'm brain dead today, so that probably explains it.

You did. My mom's friend's daughter just turned 18. She is the youngest of the group, so they are ending the giftie thing.

ION, my keyboard stopped working momentarily, which led to a little freak out. I restarted the computer, and it is working again. Whew.


libkitty - Jun 13, 2005 4:00:10 pm PDT #4554 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

That happens periodically with my mouse. Like, when Fandango said that Serenity tickets were all sold out in Seattle, and I was freaking out because I had been in the process of purchasing said tickets, my mouse froze and I had to restart. I went back to Fandango and tried in vain to get it to say that there were actually tickets, and my mouse froze again. I think Fandango is cursed.


libkitty - Jun 13, 2005 4:02:15 pm PDT #4555 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

I'm actually home sick today (I will be better before I leave for my trip on Wednesday), and feel that I must leave and take a nap. The flu sucks, but at least I am urp-less today! TTFN.


sj - Jun 13, 2005 4:03:38 pm PDT #4556 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I hope you feel better, lib. Where are you headed? I should probably know, but the heat has fried my brain.


libkitty - Jun 13, 2005 4:06:55 pm PDT #4557 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

Outside of Salem, OR, and the Seattle area.

eta: and thanks, which is what I should have said first, except that clearly my brain is not working today.


sj - Jun 13, 2005 4:08:25 pm PDT #4558 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Oh, right. Now I remember. Feel better, and have a good trip.


libkitty - Jun 13, 2005 4:09:53 pm PDT #4559 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

Thanks on both counts!


Steph L. - Jun 13, 2005 4:29:24 pm PDT #4560 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Since Dad's heart attack I'm not sure what would be a good dessert.

A really easy summer dessert that can be made healthy (or not) is as follows:

2 containers fruit yogurt (see, to be healthy, you could get fat-free, Splenda-sweetened yogurt)
1 container Cool Whip (again, to be healthy, get the Cool Whip Free)
1 graham cracker crust

Mix the yogurt and the cool whip together, and then pour (or, kind of, shovel) the mixture into the graham cracker crust. Freeze for at least 5-6 hours, though you can make it the day before and let it freeze overnight. Then take it from the freezer and put it in the fridge 1-2 hours before you intend to serve it.

Can be topped with fruit if so desired, or chocolate shavings to make the heart patient feel like he's getting a treat.

Seriously, it is really yummy. I tend to make it with regular (not sugar-free) raspberry yogurt and extra creamy cool whip, and put it in a chocolate graham cracker crust, and then top it with chocolate shavings -- chocolate raspberry pie!


askye - Jun 13, 2005 4:34:39 pm PDT #4561 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

Oh that does sound good!


JZ - Jun 13, 2005 4:43:23 pm PDT #4562 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

One last sullen bitch about Bloody Monday.

So far, it's 6:40. I've done nothing all freaking day but Doctor Wordy's notes. The half-dozen clinic charts from last Friday? Still need updating. The half-dozen letters from same? Still need to be xeroxed and mailed. The additional four days' worth of inpatient notes? Still waiting to be delivered to the patients' charts. Three days' worth of intensive care nursery notes? Not even touched yet.

And what do I get to do tomorrow? Jury. Duty.

Also, the cushion on my transcriber's earpiece fell off, and the earpiece itself has little teeth, which I just discovered a few minutes ago when my ear started feeling kind of tickly and I patted it and discovered it was bleeding.

Clearly I'm being punished for being grumpy at my union. The union gods are smiting me, and lo, my own work tools rise up against me and bite mine ear. Dammit.