You can have it all and climb Mt. Best too, don't sell yourself short!
'Shells'
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.
t gives Gud the stink-eye with a bit of a smile.
Catching up to say Congratulations, KB! It must feel wonderful to have a few things to choose from after waiting so long!
Happy Birthday, Stephanie!
Finally caught up after a busy-busy few days.
Happy Birthday Stephanie!!!
Congrats to KB, ouch-that's-SO-what-I-do-style sympathy to Kristen, feel-better-ma to wee Em, no-seriously-you're-doing-great-ma to Empress Mommy.
Lilty, I totally feel your pain. My best friend needs to leave her job (before they finish trampling her soul), and can't find anything doing what she wants to do around here. She had an interview last week in TX, and she's leaving tomorrow for one in MD. I'm in denial/panic mode - I have a few other local friends, but not another BEST friend. But I also know she needs to do this and I can't hold her back. Sucks tryin' to be mature, huh? (The money thing, too. Use your folks as a safety net, since you can and they don't mind. Happens to the best of us).
That's all I can remember. Hope I didn't forget anything important.
edited 'cuz "Stephanie"-colored was not as festive as I had in mind.
Use your folks as a safety net, since you can and they don't mind.
I think this is what it'll be. For one, I think my mother is actually happy. She was the one to suggest it, after I went over agonizing over the best way to ask if it was a possibility. I said "Sam's moving." and she said "Shit, hon, I'm sorry. Want to move home? You can have your own wing." (FTR, my parents live in a glorified trailer.) I think she'll like having someone to talk to again. And I'll feel better knowing that I can give her a couple hundred a month to help out.
I'm really going to miss Sam, though. We have a good time.
Lilty, I'd say that it's no big deal at your age to move back in and save some money before you make a bigger leap to Somerville. It sounds like a good opportunity for you. Take advantage of it.
I missed work on Monday. And now Em's sick and I missing today. I need to take care of my daughter - no question. Even if I'm just having new mom freak out. But I need to do my job, too. I feel like I'm letting them down. If she's sick tomorrow then Joe's staying home (it's why he got the permanent job, after all) and I can work Saturday to catch up but damn I hate this.
Awww. Thing is, folks are work are more accomodating about parental stuff than you might think. There is some tension in juggling the responsibilities, but my jobs always appreciated when I'd work out halfdays with EM to cover Emmett being sick. That made a big difference because if you can just get to the office for three hours you can answer calls and deal with emergencies, and the rest is maintenance stuff that'll wait.
It's fucking gorgeous in San Francisco again. I don't think anybody wants to be at work. I miss my minion, because I'd drag her off on a coffee break at the Ferry Building and we'd gab for a bit.
Does anyone know anything abot vitamin D - deficiencies and/or overdoses? My friend has apparently been deficient for months avan while taking supplements, switched to a high dosage of a different type of supplement (fish oil based to non oil based) and now has hives and a bad headache. I'm really worried about her.
David, the package just came. I can't wait to watch the videos. I'm saving the music for later. When I can enjoy it in some peace. Thank you so much!
Happy Birthday, Stephanie!!!
(not me)
I'm on Day 3 of the stabby stabby ice-pick stabby headache that started as a sinus headache b/c of the impending dramatic weather change (my head is a damn barometer), and is now so painful that whether or not it would be clinically considered a migraine is immaterial, since I have all the symptoms of one.
And yet -- I'm at work and later tonight I'm going to see Batman.
And then I might drill a hole in my skull to relieve the pressure.
Seriously, it hurts so badly that moving my head makes me want to barf. And no, drugs have not helped. I even missed bellydancing class last night b/c of the whole stabby stabby pain behind my eye and wanting to barf feeling.
Stupid head.
[No need to pet the Teppy; I just really wanted to bitch about it for a minute.]
Thanks for the ~ma, everybody. I'm feeling pretty much like the cat who got the cream at the moment. Too bad I still have to tell one of the jobs "Sorry." Look, Ma, I'm procrastinating! I think I'll have to pick perm over temp, although it will be very sad to pass on $2/hour more and a short freeway-free commute. After all, I'd rather not be unemployed in time for the holidays AGAIN. Couldn't I go to the Harvest Festival and buy stuff just once?
Quick, tell me what plans do you make when suddenly you have only one more week of luxurious free time to lie around drinking coffee and reading novels in the morning? Should I finish my chores or take a nap? Visit the beach or hit all the thrift stores?