So Graco rocks my world. Again.
Ages ago my Graco swing stopped swinging and they replaced it. They do indeed rock.
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Laura - Nov 01, 2005 9:45:27 am PST #2046 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
P.M. Marc - Nov 01, 2005 9:51:39 am PST #2047 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It's a horrid little twist, isn't it? Almost O Henry-ish, but with a nasty dash of grindingly mundane to leave an extra-bad taste.
I KNOW!
So I'm finding new ways to cope that do not involve shopping. Or window shopping. Or dreaming of shopping. Or shoes.
I'm thinking decluttering my house will be my new coping thing. I could do that forever!
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 9:56:20 am PST #2048 of 10003
Because books.
So I'm finding new ways to cope that do not involve shopping. Or window shopping. Or dreaming of shopping. Or shoes.
Isn't it awful? My first response to stress today was, "What do I need at Target?"
I mean, that's not even *fun* shopping. And yet, the idea of buying toothpaste and baby wipes (and okay, possibly a paperback and some cheap earrings) was so very comforting.
Susan W. - Nov 01, 2005 9:59:22 am PST #2049 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
OK. Ducking out. Back eventually.
Deena - Nov 01, 2005 10:05:02 am PST #2050 of 10003
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I mean, that's not even *fun* shopping.
This is why I love grocery shopping. I read labels, I compare price per oz., I weigh the ephemeral joy quotient of a bundt cake over a carton of ice cream.
Other kinds of shopping are too hard. I start with a blouse, it's lovely, on sale for $35.00, and then I think about how much food I could get for that money, or that it's the telephone bill for a month, and then I put it back and go to a different store and find one for only $15. I'm proud of myself for a moment, until I hold it up, and I realize it hangs a little funny and it might not be quite my color, and besides, $15.00 would pay for several loaves of bread and jars of peanut butter, which are a necessity in this house, and then I put it back and decide I'll just pick up some replacement buttons for the clothes I have at home, and then I go grocery shopping instead.
SuziQ - Nov 01, 2005 10:07:57 am PST #2051 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Damn, forgot to bring lunch. Have no cash on me. Am resisting hitting the ATM.
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 10:09:13 am PST #2052 of 10003
Because books.
My problem is Stephen does the grocery shopping. So I can relate to, "But these three books will pay for my meds this month" (or whatever) but when it comes to food? Little to no clue. I don't know how that happened, either -- I used to love food shopping. Now when I do go, I go nuts and wind up with Oreos and Pop-Tarts and Bugles, like a six-year-old who's planning the menu.
Aims - Nov 01, 2005 10:10:55 am PST #2053 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm a double whammy.
Or triple.
I do the family accounting AND grocery shopping.
Everything is in denominations of bills, food, diapers, and daycare. There is no real money.
Which, does not stop me from spending it.
amych - Nov 01, 2005 10:11:22 am PST #2054 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm thinking decluttering my house will be my new coping thing. I could do that forever!
Oh, dude, I can get with the decluttering love. Ohhh, yeah. I'm completely addicted to the get-yer-shit-organized thing and we don't even have to talk about how I use it to avoid actually getting my shit together.
P.M. Marc - Nov 01, 2005 10:12:51 am PST #2055 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Isn't it awful? My first response to stress today was, "What do I need at Target?"
That's hilarious!
Deena, I have the opposite reaction. Grocery shopping depresses me because, by it's very nature, you are doomed like Sisyphus to do it over and over. "But didn't I just buy butter?" you think, and of course you did, but it's been consumed in the fires of the oven, dripping through the bucket holes we call recipes.