Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
[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.
Happy anniversary, Connie! 19 is quite an accomplishment.
Considering that the box my mom sent me for Christmas this year, which arrived in January, contained items she's been "meaning to send" for three Christmasses - including, I kid you not, a 2003 calendar, birthdays and anniversaries that get celebrated sometime in the right year are ok with me.
Wow, Erin, that sounds like a dream job. It goes without saying that you rock, but I'm really glad that they caught on so quickly.
Yay, Erin!
I got the job, y'all!
Right the fuck on!
Congratulations to Lyra too. Excellent good news.
The Jobma is strong in this day.
My mom decided to make me a calendar one year, with photos on each month. Took her so long to get around to it that she had them make an April - March calendar instead of Jan - Dec.
Erin that's fantastic!~
WOOT Erin! I knew you'd rock! Yay Lyra!
Also, yay for Lyra and Erin!
Just as you shouldn't let your parents force you to do a PhD, you shouldn't let them prevent you from doing one, if you want it. Otherwise they're still controlling you.
ita is wise.
Never close a door just because there's a possible "I told you so" on the other side. However, in the event that the "I told you so" greets you on arrival, "Bite me." is a perfectly reasonable response.
Feh. I'm feeling both very down and kind of dumb. Was all prepared to go to the Reel Moms showing of Mr & Mrs Smith this morning. Baby was dressed, I was dressed, both of us were awake. I put her in the carseat, went to get my keys and, because the world HATES ME AND NEVER LETS ME HAVE ANY FUN--no keys. Can't leave the house without keys. No spares, so no way to check under the seats of the car (a visual spot check revealed no keys, but there are many blind spots). As we have a Well Baby visit this afternoon, I had to call Paul, who took a FlexCar down so he could either help me find my keys, or, if that failed, leave his here. They turned up in a blind spot in the car. Which is a relief, because hey, keys aren't lost and I can get us to the doctor's office, but it doesn't help the really stupid crushing feeling of disappointment at not getting to go and do something nice and mindless and not in the house all due to my own stupidity (well, actually, also due to a fussy baby and a long wait for Paul at his bus stop last night, but my stupidity has at least a walk-on in this situation).
I hate hate hate disappointment. Even the word. It makes me feel like I'm two, and not in the good running around naked and playing with stuffed animals 24/7 way.
Yay Erin!!!