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.
Now I'm feeling all blushy and shy. Thank you, everyone!
I am not feeling so birthdayish, but rather discombobulated and vaguely morally itchy and uncomfortable. Yesterday was my dad's birthday and I did nothing, partly because I'm so damn broke I couldn't even take him out for a cupcake, and also partly because I'm chronically lazy and a poor planner. I should've at least sent a card, but I didn't, and now I feel crappy about it; I called and left happy birthday messages on his home phone and cell, but even there I fucked up by not calling until 6 p.m., and later I got a message on my own cell thanking me for the birthday messages but sounding vaguely grumpy. And not without reason. What the fuck is up with me? He's gone from being the really difficult high-maintenance therapy-justifying parent to pleasant and mellow and kind, and last week he basically gave me a whole entire car (I still have to pay some kind of tax on it at the DMV, but other than that, free) and I couldn't even get my shit together enough to call. Bleah.
::kicks own ass::
eta Completely randomly: Lilty, did you read about the Tigger man's life? So cool -- not just Tigger, but an acupuncturist, a hypnotist and the inventor of an artificial heart prototype.
Ah, I see you've started the traditional Birthday Flagellation. Some pointers:
(1) You have a spouse to do that now, and he's required to make it fun for you. [little levity, there....]
(2) Don't beat yourself up, sweetie. If you feel that badly about it, you can make it up to him, and include further thanks for the car.
(3) Enjoy your damn birthday! That's an order, missy!
Happy birthday, JZ! You are wonderful daughter and a wonderful person and I am sure you will find something cheap to do this week to make your dad feel loved. You have a talent for expressing affection and for saying exactly the right thing, which you show over and over again on these boards, and I am sure that transaltes into your daily life.
Don't fret, JZ. You remembered, and that's ok. You don't want to set effigies of your dad on fire and scream random threats at it on his bday, and that sets you ahead of 50% of humanity on the 'rent love.
oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DOLLFACE!!!!!
I am very groggy this morning. I dunno why; I went to bed at 11-something. Maybe it's the weather, which is FUCKING HOT. Maybe it's the fact that I'm into week 3 of working every single damn day for a fucking MONTH. (Except July 4. Yeah.)
But, gronk.
I spent too much money throwing a bacherlorette party for my friend F. Sat night, and it was a smashing success. 3 strippers, 250 jello shots, obscene decorations, loads of sangria and vodka tonics....the bride-to-be was thouroughly debauched by the strippers, as was her two older sisters and niece (!) and the rest of the guests. And she ended up throwing up in the tomato plants at 2 a.m. And I think one of the guests had sex with a stripper in the upstairs bathroom, but I'm not certain.
A Good Time Was Had By All.
JZ, I did read the Tigger article- he did lead quite the life!
ION, what everyone else said- enjoy your birthday and don't beat yourself up. You'll make it up to him and he knows you love him!
Happy Birthday, JZ!!
Sorry about the parental guilt stuff. Perhaps you could have him over to dinner some night this week? Many parents of adults usually have enough "stuff" and the whole time and attention thing inherent in dinner might make him happy.
{{{JZ}}} These things happen every once in a while. Don't beat yourself up too badly for it, k?
I just went into work on my day off (not to work, mind you) to meet the girl they're thinking of hiring to replace my boss. Boy, am I glad I went in and got to put in my two cents. She's awful. Boss and I sat down after I chatted with her for a while. Neither of us are happy with her. Apparently she was all professional and stuff when she interviewed, but we got to see a different side of her today...and professional is not at all how I would describe it.
My poor boss, though. She is now not at all comfortable hiring this person. They have one other decent prospect that they'll call in for a second interview. That person won't be able to come observe the kids until Friday, though, 'cause the kids are all gone on a camping trip till then. And Friday is my boss's last day. Poor thing. I reassured her, though, that I was willing to step in a bit until they find the right person. And, I think it's important enough that they take the time to find the right person. Ack.
I think that's a good call, vw. Better to wait for a good person than have to cope with one who can't do the job.
