$6, 20 minutes in the bathroom with nice-smelling goop on my head and Bob's your (red-headed) Uncle!And Mama's got some 'splainin' to do.
I kissed him, and I told him that I loved him. And I killed him.
Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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Topic!Cindy - Jul 16, 2005 11:46:09 am PDT #1301 of 10001
What is even happening?
Scrappy - Jul 16, 2005 11:54:42 am PDT #1302 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Snerk, Cindy!
vw bug - Jul 16, 2005 12:24:28 pm PDT #1303 of 10001
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Oh, Stephanie, that sounds really nice. When I lived in Chicago, my roommate and I had Toto, my parents had a dog, and her parents had a dog. So, we would have parties with the three dogs. For Toto's 5th birthday, we had lived in MA for about a year. I had just gone on disability and was really depressed. I just decided on Toto's birthday that we were going to have a party. So, I went out and bought stuff to make a banana cake and have presents for him. There are pictures here: [link]
I had a great time. It made my day. And Toto was so cute. So, I was remembering that day and how much fun it was and thinking about how much more fun it would be if I planned it out a bit in advance so I could have more people there to share it with, and so now there will be Toto's 7th birthday party.
People think I'm crazy. I am. But it's fun.
sj - Jul 16, 2005 12:25:09 pm PDT #1304 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
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Hi everyone!
Plei, could you please e-mail your meatspace address to my profile address when you get the chance?
Stephanie - Jul 16, 2005 1:56:20 pm PDT #1305 of 10001
Trust my rage
People think I'm crazy. I am. But it's fun.
I've gotten that reaction before too. The Dog Club (the beach dog people) were just about my only Brazilian friends that weren't connected to the consulate in some way. I learned tons about Brazilian culture from them and they helped me fit in. They also made me feel less lonely and far from home.
One morning when we had been there for just 4 months, I lost my key to our apartment. Joe was in school and I had no idea how to reach him. I had no cell phone yet and the only person I knew within walking distance was at work. I was wearing a sports bra and shorts and had just Toby with me (no wallet, no ID, etc). I managed to convey my problem to our door man. He offered me the money he had on him, but it was not nearly enough to take a cab to Joe's school and no one would have picked me up the way I was dressed with a wet sandy puppy. Thankfully, I ran into one of the women from the beach. She took me to her home and it so happened that her husband was having an english lesson that morning. The teacher explained to the couple why I was in tears. We left Toby at their house and the husband drove me to Joe's school. Thankfully, I found him and he went home with me and let me in.
That was a long story, but my point was that I really bonded with people over my/our dogs. That made the parties fun.
vw bug - Jul 16, 2005 2:10:41 pm PDT #1306 of 10001
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Stephanie, that sounds really nice. And the parties sound like lots of fun.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 16, 2005 2:38:47 pm PDT #1307 of 10001
What is even happening?
Thankfully, I ran into one of the women from the beach. She took me to her home and it so happened that her husband was having an english lesson that morning. The teacher explained to the couple why I was in tears. We left Toby at their house and the husband drove me to Joe's school. Thankfully, I found him and he went home with me and let me in.Okay, that's a really cool resolution. You poor baby. It must have been so frustrating up until then.
brenda m - Jul 16, 2005 2:40:24 pm PDT #1308 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Stephanie, that's a lovely story.
My dad was staying here one night while I was in NOLA, and had the wrong key to get back into the building. This was at like two am - he had to go out to move my sister's car. (Don't ask.) A lady let him into the building with the comment "I know that dog." Good thing he took her with.
Gronk. I just woke up from a nap feeling like utter death. Now I'm running late to get together with people. Crapity.
Stephanie - Jul 16, 2005 2:47:17 pm PDT #1309 of 10001
Trust my rage
It must have been so frustrating up until then.
I rarely cry, but I was in tears that day. It didn't help that we had an apartment but non of our furniture or other things had arrived yet. We had a bed/couch/table/4 chairs from the consulate but that was it. And a 13inch TV with all Brazilian channels. I hated it there for the first 4-5 months. Once I made a few friends and got settled in, I was much happier. Part of my problem was that until we had an apartment, Toby (who was 5 months old) had to stay on a tiny porch in 90 degree weather at the house of these people I had just met. I missed everything in my life at that point and it made me miss my puppy even more.
brenda's story is familiar to me. It always seems that I know the dogs before I know their owners.
Anne W. - Jul 16, 2005 3:42:23 pm PDT #1310 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.