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'Lies My Parents Told Me'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


vw bug - Sep 21, 2005 3:31:02 am PDT #4269 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, brenda, I hate that realization. I'm sorry. I hope you get it figured out and make it to the next paycheck.


Nora Deirdre - Sep 21, 2005 3:39:08 am PDT #4270 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I have two weddings coming up in early October that I haven't bought gifts for yet.

Now, I may be suffering under a delusion of fake etiquette, but the wedding gifts, you are suposed to have a year to give... so you may be able to stretch that out a little bit, over then enxt few months... right?


Laura - Sep 21, 2005 4:11:02 am PDT #4271 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I received many after the wedding gifts and didn't find it unusual. Actually rather fun.

Hi all! I'm going to have to master the art of the meara. It seems I have to catch up on hundreds of posts every time I get here. Sigh Stupid having to work for a living.


Topic!Cindy - Sep 21, 2005 4:28:10 am PDT #4272 of 10001
What is even happening?

We received gifts before, after, and during the wedding. Brenda, put me in the pile that says you have a month or two (I think etiquette-wise, you probably do have a year, but I know it would weigh on my mind until I was finally able to give the gift).


Madrigal Costello - Sep 21, 2005 4:30:01 am PDT #4273 of 10001
It's a remora, dimwit.

-just a brief self-centered sigh here-

I've been gone for a month and a half and it seems my relatives have just either forgotten me or are trying some shunning procedure. Almanzo gets email from his family a couple times a week. I've been emailed once by my mother, and it was only after sending out a ton of emails to her, my grandmother and a couple of my uncles, plus leaving some very expensive messages on her answering machine. It's making almost miss the days when she'd call at all hours of the day to come over to watch the girls or fix something or just yammer on and on about how perfect her firstborn is.


vw bug - Sep 21, 2005 4:33:32 am PDT #4274 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Poor Madrigal! That's just not right.

Ok...after all that stressing about my cancelled loans? Turns out they're not cancelled after all. After a little checking I have discovered that they have to cancel out the "pending" loans in the computer system before they put the actual money in.

My excess check? Will be ready after 2:30pm on Friday. Wheeeeeeee! I'll be able to breathe again!


Laura - Sep 21, 2005 4:37:41 am PDT #4275 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Madrigal's Mom! Write your daughter now! My mom doesn't do the email thing, and she doesn't do the phone thing either. Lucky step-dad is very big on the email and sends pictures.


Laura - Sep 21, 2005 4:39:09 am PDT #4276 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Yay for money! For vw in particular, but in general, yay for money!

No I swear I am not a Republican


Nora Deirdre - Sep 21, 2005 4:46:09 am PDT #4277 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I'll be breathing on your behalf once you get the statement that school is paid in full and when you get to deposit that check!

t crossing fingers


Madrigal Costello - Sep 21, 2005 4:46:20 am PDT #4278 of 10001
It's a remora, dimwit.

Woot for vw money! Breathing - of the good.

What I find odd about the no-email thing is that my mother considers herself to be a computer expert, since she took this one class on web design. Back in the US, I often got crappy forwards, warnings about fake viruses, huge pictures...and every so often demands that I repair something that someone else must have broken on the computer. Like when the 12 year old spilled the tea on the keyboard, or a neighbor must have deleted half the java because of a spam email claiming it was a virus. But as soon as I'm in a place where email is the optimum communication - nothing.

Or maybe it's part of the thing my mother sister warned me about - that my parents would probably just tell everyone I was really in jail or a maternity home somewhere because it'd be so much more believable.