'Unleashed'
[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.
May everything go well for your mom, Erika.
I have a tale in the naked toddler genre. I was at a friend's recently and her almost-three-year-old came in from the pool and promptly dropped his wet swimsuit, then went tearing naked through the house, with his mother pursuing him shouting, "Stop him before he pees on the dog." He had done that the day before.
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Oh, great, now it posts. Nora, I will check later. The internet is being bad, and people who read my lj will likely be telling you.
Damn Internet is supposed to have everything. So, why can't I find the history of the pinwheel quilt block?
And Nora, I'll be RSVPing today. Look out!
Some snapshots from our big baseball weekend:
We put up with 8-9 months of clouds for evenings that look like this: [link] [link]
Moving back in time to the night before, DH got a shot of Palmeiro's #3000 in midair: [link]
Susan, those are fabulous! Thanks for sharing.
Poptarts:
Damn. I think I'm going to have to go to the quilt museum to research my question. What a horrible hardship.
Now the question of the day is, do I go today, or do I wait till next week when things have calmed down again? I really should wait, but I have a writing bug, and I don't want to lose it.
erika, surgery~ma to your mum!
lots o' ma for erika's mom!
Mental health is overrated. Bah.
Here's the thing: therapy was really good for me. One of the things I learned -- and it was hard work -- is that I've always had shitty boundaries (or none at all) in my relationships with everyone. Family, friends, boyfriends, etc.
And, well, now that I know that, I intend to start setting healthy boundaries with people. Only -- just because I'm determined to change, doesn't mean that (1) other people will like it, or that (2) I'll be able to enforce those boundaries.
So far, all I have is the intent, the resolve, that there are going to be some boundaries, by god. My actual follow-through, however, hasn't been so great. When the ignoring of boundaries comes from the other person's neediness, I'm unable to say Cut That Shit Out, because I'm too afraid of hurting the other person. Particularly when it's my Dad. Or a close friend.
Bah. All the good intents in the world aren't going to help if I can't follow through. This sucks. I'd rather be mentally unwell again.