What I particularly like is that there are automorphisms, isomorphisms, and homomorphisms, and they all mean different things and I'm supposed to keep them separate. Except don't they all mean "same/equal shape"? I mean, I do know what they mean, but... argh.
Xander ,'End of Days'
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.
Not a hayseed. And while, yes, they probably will make faces at you, they will be WRONG WRONG WRONG to do so.
Oh, poo, Stephanie.
You can join me in my cranky corner. Lillian's napping, and Paul's off at work because there's a broadcast or taping or something. (David Lynch is to blame. For reals.) I'm awake, and nothing is getting done, because I have to be here with the baby while she naps, and when she wakes up, I need to be entertainment central.
I seem to have forgotten how to live nicely with other people in the last year.
Sorry, Steph. This feeling comes and goes for me, too.
What Emily said, with an added they were WRONG to remove the lable, and you should at least torture them for a little while for doing so, even if that is all you accomplish.
Right, wrong to make faces.
Vintage clothes are generally more lovely than actually financially valuable. And I'd never sell the thing of course. But I want it nice and like he had it. And they didn't fucking get that. I said replace the missing buttons, not ALL the buttons (they don't show, its a covered placket) Grrr. Just pissy is all.
You can join me in my cranky corner.
Thanks, I think I need to be there. Sometimes I wish I could just take a timeout for myself, stop time for a bit, and come back when I'm ready to deal with life again.
How's Lily doing with the food? Anything new?
{{{all Buffista parents}}} Because I am sure you all deserve it for one reason or another, and because I think you are the coolest of parents.
Sometimes I wish I could just take a timeout for myself, stop time for a bit, and come back when I'm ready to deal with life again.
Truer words were never typed.
OK, I celebrated the non-gestational diabetes with a scoop of Dove vanilla ice cream and now the baby is doing the merengue.
How's Lily doing with the food? Anything new?
She rejected applesauce today.
If it weren't for the slight "Child, you've got to learn to eat sometime!" panic, it would be hilarious. As it is, it's just funny.
I put the applesauce on the spoon and tried it without cereal. Got it to her lips, where she tasted it and frowned. Tried again. Lips seal shut. Add cereal, in case it's a texture thing. Lips remain sealed. Hand her the spoon to play with, because sometimes, she'll eat what's on the spoon while playing with it.
Not this time.
Lily wipes spoon on hand. Puts to mouth. Decides that there's still too much apple on spoon, and wipes on hand again before happily chewing on the now-foodless utensil.
Thus far, the only thing she's even appeared to not dislike is blueberries, and they make her butt unhappy. This feeding thing, it's a slow process.