A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.

Wash ,'The Message'


Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.  

[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.


SuziQ - Nov 01, 2005 5:26:35 am PST #1919 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Thanks Trudy. When K-Bug called I told her I wished I had a way to make it all better, but that I was barely holding on as it was. I said that we each needed to find a way to make it through the next ten minutes, then the next hour, then the day - and things would find a way to be better.

Who knows if that makes sense to a teenaged brain. Not sure if it makes sense to my 37 year old brain, but it was all I could come up with.

Then about 15 minutes after that my mom called me to find out what was up with DH, so I had to break the news to her. She bitched at me for keeping her "uninformed" and then bitched about having to buy new milk since it didn't get put away.

Love being in the middle.


Trudy Booth - Nov 01, 2005 5:32:27 am PST #1920 of 10003
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

You'll find your way through it.

(heavens KNOWS how)


lisah - Nov 01, 2005 5:40:44 am PST #1921 of 10003
Punishingly Intricate

holy heck are all those babies in their halloween gear the just the cutest evah. EVAH! I gotta figure out how to get me one...

MARIA! Congratulations on the house buying! Both of the houses you linked to are within 3 miles of my brother and sister-in-law's house. If you want some info on the area let me know and I'll get you in touch with them. They've lived in Frederick for ... oh 7 or 8 years now and they really love it. It's true the houses in the suburby part of town are kind of cookie cutter but it's an easy and lovely walk/ride to the pretty charming downtown at least.


Calli - Nov 01, 2005 5:41:13 am PST #1922 of 10003
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

She bitched at me for keeping her "uninformed" and then bitched about having to buy new milk since it didn't get put away.

Would dumping the milk-of-dire-import on her head be an option? I mean, if ones SIL gets laid off, that seems like a reasonable time to ease back on the bitching.


Ginger - Nov 01, 2005 5:42:55 am PST #1923 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Thank you, Laura! I have no exciting plans except getting a haircut.

I think teenagers, particularly sharp ones like K-Bug, can be remarkably resilient if you level with them about what's going on.


Deena - Nov 01, 2005 5:51:09 am PST #1924 of 10003
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Happy Birthday Ginger!

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Suzi, I'm wishing you a moment to breathe today, a little peace in the storm, and a little clue-sticking for the other adults in the house.

I forgot to comment on the houses. They're both nice, though my preference was for the one with 4 bathrooms. Go Maria! You'll soon be a real citizen. Someday I will be too, I hope.


SuziQ - Nov 01, 2005 5:53:03 am PST #1925 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

This is getting ridiculous. Now one of the programs at work is not working because Corporate has messed with our server connections.

CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!


Susan W. - Nov 01, 2005 6:10:40 am PST #1926 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Maidengurl, I'm vibing hard for better things for you in a hurry.


Almare - Nov 01, 2005 6:21:07 am PST #1927 of 10003
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "

Happy Birthday Ginger!

Timelies all


SuziQ - Nov 01, 2005 6:21:35 am PST #1928 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

It is hitting a point now where it is so bad I can't even cry anymore. It is either laugh at my life or completely crumble and crumbling is not an option.

There are good things - the kids are healthy. I'm healthy - at least physically. School is going alright - this class that I had been dreading is not as workload heavy as I had anticipated (I know, I just jinxed myself there). I do have friends who care, I just need to reach out to them - not something I do well.