Hil, I am glad you'll have someone to take care of you. Hopefully it will help you recover quicker.
We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
sj - Aug 15, 2005 11:53:39 am PDT #6544 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Beverly - Aug 15, 2005 11:59:19 am PDT #6545 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I discovered over the weekend that I've added Toto to things I worry about when I wake up at 3 a.m.
Oh, yes, me too.
No Cushings!
Yay!
Not going to click on the cat stacking link. Not. Bejeweled is all the crack I need. Now I have to match Raq's score. You know, sometime before I die.
I used to love thunderstorms. I guess I still do, but I worry about outages--they always used to interfere when I was trying to tape a missed ep of Buffy. Also why I dread ice storms. I like my electricity, I do.
Em is sick.
Oh, poor Emmie, and poor Aimee. Better-ma to both of you, yards of it.
Am so tired. However, I have found a new doctor. I swear she's not over 22, but she's smart and nice and she's willing to give me my pap next time so I don't have to find another doctor, and she's going to treat the psoriasis so I don't have to find a third doctor, and she gave me enough flexeril to take it twice a day instead of 15-20 times a month. I love her just for that.
Oooh. Can you clone her and send her south? What a wonderful find. On at least three counts.
I'm NOT looking forward to this shower and I'm really starting to NOT look forward to the wedding. I feel my BF and I drifting far far far apart and I feel like I'm the one paddling away from our friendship. I think differently than she does and other things are more important to me than they are to her and I just want to cry because I feel like I don't want to be her friend anymore.
It happens. And it's difficult as hell to deal with. But the reality is? Life's too damned short to spend a lot (whatever your definition of "a lot" might be) of time trying to salvage relationships that used to fit, but don't any more. If friends' needs and interests change, it doesn't take anything away from the friendship that was if you find yourself reluctant to spend time, money, or attention on things that bore you. Especially when there are things that demand those resources of you now. People who accomodate those sorts of changes in their friends' lives stay friends. Those who don't or can't, become more distant friends. Sometimes life brings your paths back together. And sometimes you wander farther apart. It just happens. What's wise is to acknowledge when it is happening, and not beat yourself up about it.
And also?
First, you're really tired right now. Second, weddings and any crisis around a wedding are not real life. Get through all of this as well as you can, and then give her a chance to be your friend again when her world extends beyond her wedding.
This.
(wanders off to kick at fake wood-grained office furniture)
Always a worthwhile endeavor when one is feeling the bad funk. Hope you feel better soon.
Hil, I'm glad you saw a medical person. I agree that recuperating at home where your mom can cluck a little, spoil you a little, sounds like a good plan.
Hi there. Long time no see. I've missed birthdays, for which I apologise and offer felicitations. I'm in a pretty good place right now, so no tears, it's all good. Hungry, though. Dinner--that's a great idea. I did a bunch of boneless chicken breasts on the Foreman late last week and bagged and refrigerated them for later use. I pulled one out last night to eat cold with a mayo-based dip. After a few bites I noticed a dab of brownish gelid stuff on my plate. It had to have come from the chicken. I glanced at it--under the browned outside, the inside was pink, and actually bloody in one spot . Urk. I threw it out, and now I don't want to eat the rest of the chicken. I'll cut each piece into strips and if they're pink I'll braise them quickly in a pan. But the experience has really put me off dealing with it.
Emily - Aug 15, 2005 12:32:05 pm PDT #6546 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Fat thighs may benefit health, say researchers
A-HA! Mind you, they still say the belly has to go, but apparently that ass that's sticking out about three counties behind me? Good for me!
Amusingly, the Google ad box directly below the column has two ads for thigh-slimming products.
beth b - Aug 15, 2005 12:36:33 pm PDT #6547 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
job ma please. DH's job is doing one of those announcement things where anything could happen. Nothing really or something annoying or something eveil. Nothing really would be best.
beth b - Aug 15, 2005 1:20:30 pm PDT #6548 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Damn. Killed the thread
Gudanov - Aug 15, 2005 1:26:15 pm PDT #6549 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Yeah, the thread is quiet. Too quiet.
Pix - Aug 15, 2005 1:29:45 pm PDT #6550 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
job~ma to Beth's DH!
Cass:
Last one too. I got covetous and actually interrupted the production meeting to see who was stashing it. Name him and he's yours. Unless he's a she.I will have to meet him/her before I find out what his/her name is. That's how it works for me with dragons--they tell me their names.
Hi Bev!
I have just finished painting a coat of terra cotta in my kitchen. This makes the FOURTH time I have painted the damned room in the last two weeks. I am exceptionally bad at determining how the little sample will look when up on the walls, especially in contrast with the very dark brown living room. I also seem to be a miserable failure at guessing what the light will do to said color...like, say, making what appeared to be a nice cocoa brown turn olive green when seen in sunlight. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I know that I should do the whole "paint a piece of plywood and live with it" thing to determine paint colors, but I am impatient, impulsive, and a tad obsessive-compulsive, a very bad combination when it comes to painting.
The good news? I'm really liking the terra cotta. So far. I still have to do the off-white texture over the top. Pray for me. I'm sick of going to Lowes.
Cass - Aug 15, 2005 1:33:21 pm PDT #6551 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
But ... but ... you said you wanted nothing to happen. I did nothing.
Well, I ~ma'd your DH but quiet like so as not to make it seem like anything was happening.
Cass - Aug 15, 2005 1:35:17 pm PDT #6552 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I will have to meet him/her before I find out what his/her name is. That's how it works for me with dragons--they tell me their names.Fair enough. Come meet the dragon and learn its name.
Ginger - Aug 15, 2005 1:44:02 pm PDT #6553 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Yay for no Cushings! I hope Toto starts feeling better.
Hil, may the antibiotics kick in quickly.
Cass, I hope you're not really sick, but just slightly allergic to people who use "task" as a verb.
I used to love thunderstorms, but I've seen too many trees go down around here this summer. Now I spend thunderstorms looking suspiciously at the trees in my yard. I haven't had a chance to miss thunderstorms this summer; we've been in the tropical thunderstorm practically every evening mode. They just add to the evil humidity.