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.
Eh, I grew up with pop country music, and I just can't listen to it. Familiarity bred contempt, in my case. 'Course, the same thing happened with Whitney Houston and Lionel Ritchie and other ubiquitous musicians of my formative years.
I had to line dance and two-step at my niece's wedding last year. It was hard to keep a straight face. And I took a lot of crap from the family: "You own a Stetson, and cowboy boots, and you ride...you HAVE to listen to Garth Brooks!" Well, yeah, I own a Stetson but rarely wear it due to hathead. My cowboy boots are pink. I ride English more than Western, and neither very much or very well.
But I'll keep the Coors coming while you guys line dance.
Speaking of riding (and I'm embarrassed at how long it's been since I've been on a horse), here's where we are going for our non-family vacation: [link] I've never ridden a Lipizzaner before. I love the photos of the Lipizzaner partaking in the picnic (partway down this page: [link] )
ION, one of my NOLA friends has found that her house is intact, although the fridge exploded.
I grew up with country and bluegrass. I love bluegrass and I don't hate country (unless it's some of the "modern" stuff) to extremes. I happen to enjoy Garth (especially his rodeo songs, trite as they may be).
Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash and Pasty Cline are actually my favorite country singers.
The baby woke me at five (he fell asleep before 8 p.m. because of his cold medicine) but I managed to coax him back to sleep. Not so with myself, of course. A combination of pregnancy discomforts and DH's cold-induced snoring fit. *sigh*
Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash and Pasty Cline are actually my favorite country singers.
Add Hank Williams and you've got my DH's country list also.
Sorry about the lack of sleep. Pregnancy discomforts are of the suck...but they are finite.
I have to get back to working, but I had to share.
It's so nice to be back home in my bed. Both of my dogs are sound asleep - the smaller one next to me on his back, the bigger one at the foot of the bed. Ellie is sound asleep next to my hip with her little hands in the air. (Joe is at work already.) It just feels so good to have everyone finally where they should be.
It's so nice to be back home in my bed. Both of my dogs are sound asleep - the smaller one next to me on his back, the bigger one at the foot of the bed. Ellie is sound asleep next to my hip with her little hands in the air. (Joe is at work already.) It just feels so good to have everyone finally where they should be.
Stephanie, you gave me goosebumps! I'm so glad you're all together, and home, and getting settled.
Cashmere, other than hiccup girl, how was the film? Also, when I reply to your text messages via my e, do you get them?
Susan, I'm never completely sold on the COLD is superior to HEAT theory. In the immediate wake (48 hours) of an obvious injury, I've found ice to work better. In the face of a chronic sort of problem (like my own neck/shoulder), heat makes me
feel
better. Now whether or not it is improving things, I don't know. How does your shoulder feel after a hot shower?
I do think Plei's suggestion of swapping your mouse over to lefthanded is probably something you need to try, since you're pretty sure constant mouse use is part of your problem. At least you'll stop exacerbating it.
I love my country music, and no one will ever take it away from me. Tease me endlessly? Yes. Take it away? Nope.
Poor Susan! Sounds like you're doing all the right things, though. Cut yourself some slack. You'll get through these things. I have faith in you.
Yay, Cashmere!
ION, one of my NOLA friends has found that her house is intact, although the fridge exploded.
Well, that's better than it could have been. Although, finding an exploded fridge has to be a little disturbing.]
Stephanie, I'm crying over here. I'm just so very, very happy for you and your whole family. You are one strong chickie, and I'm so proud to know you.
My husband loves to tease me caue despite my heavy metal leanings, when we lived in Washington state years back all I listened to was country. We moved back home and I was back to my hard rock.
I can't explain it. But I can line dance. Two step - not so much.
I can't line dance. I've always wanted to learn how, but no one would ever go with me.
Come on down - I've been wanting to hit the Saddle Rack, but never had anyone to go with.
Did I just admit to that?!?!?
Yay for Stephanie-at-home!
My sister forced me out on the floor to line dance. I agreed on the condition that she'd let me teach her West Coast Swing. Line dancing's actually kind of fun, and better for me than two-stepping, as I always want to crack up while two-stepping for some reason.
Mal and I just got caught in a thunderstorm. We hid under someone's carport until it was past, but it was right on top of us - the lightning and thunder were simultaneous, and LOUD, and all my hair was standing up. Every lightning strike, the birds would all launch themselves into the air.
