I completely agree. My grandma was a wonderful person. A wonderful cook she was not. She would be the first to agree with this. Although, her cranberry bread was phenominal. I'll have to see if I can find the recipe for it.
Lorne: Snakes? Uh-huh. And they came out of your what? Okay. Okay, well, did they get up there themselves or is this part of a, you know, a thing? No, I'm not judging...Do we fight snakes? Angel: Only if they're giant. Or demons. Or giant demons. Are they giant demon snakes? Lorne: Well, unless this guy's 30 feet tall, I'm thinking they're of the garden variety.
'Lineage'
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.
libkitty - Aug 31, 2005 10:33:44 am PDT #9845 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Fred Pete - Aug 31, 2005 10:34:01 am PDT #9846 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Hubs baked salmon last night. Salmon in baking dish, smothered in onion, plus butter and Worcestershire sauce.
Worked for me.
Atropa - Aug 31, 2005 10:34:20 am PDT #9847 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
screams
This is the email I just got from the HR recruiter (after I sent her one asking who I should contact for feedback about my interview, because I was starting to get anxious):
I apologize for the delay.
You point of contact would be Tania (last name removed); she will be in touch with you later today. Please don't be so nervous, enjoy your day! :)
Please let me know what the feedback from Tania you received (I am crossing my fingers for you). :)
Gah. Gaaaaah. flail, flail, flail
There goes MY concentration for the day.
Volans - Aug 31, 2005 10:34:21 am PDT #9848 of 10001
move out and draw fire
We could do the anti-cookbook next. We'll take those fish recipes, Sean's Tub-o-Riz recipe, and my mother's jello salad recipe as a start.
Frankenbuddha - Aug 31, 2005 10:41:26 am PDT #9849 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Oooh. Job-ma for Jilli.
Sounds like an emo band.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2005 10:43:10 am PDT #9850 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
But getting out of the house is a good thing. Do you have a park or something nearby that would be an inexpensive car trip? Even if you didn't want to walk somewhere, if you could drive to a park and hang out with Lily it might be nice. There might even be other moms and kids there.
I fear other moms. (I don't really talk to the humans much.)
Honestly, this isn't a huge change. I've always tended to hole up rather than leave the house by myself. It's just that pre-pregancy, I'd get out of the house to go to work, which provided me with all the mental stimulation and human contact I needed.
Yes, I was the girl who spent spring breaks in her room, checking message boards and thinking from time to time that she probably needed to get out more.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2005 10:43:45 am PDT #9851 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Fingers crossed, Jilli.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 31, 2005 10:43:55 am PDT #9852 of 10001
What is even happening?
Oh Jilli, that sounds promising. I don't know how they could be anything other than smitten with you.
Susan W. - Aug 31, 2005 10:45:18 am PDT #9853 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
job~ma, Jilli.
Amy - Aug 31, 2005 10:48:08 am PDT #9854 of 10001
Because books.
Whoo, Jilli! Fingers crossed, indeed.
I fear other moms.
It took me four years to join the Mothers and More chapter. I mean, Ben was too old really for me to need it, but I was finally at a point where I wanted to meet someone I could go have coffee (or really, preferably) a beer with.
I'm thinking of looking into a moms group up here, but I really don't want to. I hoping maybe a writing/my-kind-of-TV-loving/reader-type person will conveniently move in next door.
Sara just dropped a toy on the floor and, I swear to God, said, "Shit." Ooops.