{{{-t}}} That sucks. I hope you can find a way to get it straightened out.
I gave her everything... jewels, beautiful dresses -- with beautiful girls in them.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
sj - Nov 28, 2005 7:57:50 pm PST #7059 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
-t - Nov 28, 2005 8:03:41 pm PST #7060 of 10003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Thanks, sj. i've typed up my appeal letter and will fax it off as soon as H has signed it. And mail a copy. And keep a copy for my files. And then wait for however long for them to get back in touch wit me for the next round. Gah.
No deposit back from my former property management co., either.
And it sounds like everyone else had a good day. Well, so did I aside from this foolishness. I should let it go, it's not that big a deal, just aggravation.
Emily - Nov 28, 2005 8:13:30 pm PST #7061 of 10003
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Oh no! I usually abbreviate to "Em" for the toddler because I always forget how to spell her name.
No problem. There's just a moment of puzzlement each time, is all.
How IS that Gymboree thing going, anyway?
Pretty well, I think -- I'm making some connections, doing some networking, and lately I've really been getting into this slide thing they have there.
-t - Nov 28, 2005 8:15:09 pm PST #7062 of 10003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Congrats on the possible job(s), Emily. I thought I saw mention of another one, or is that the same one? Anyway, aside from the locker weirdness, it sounds like a great opportunity.
Cass - Nov 28, 2005 8:53:31 pm PST #7063 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
and lately I've really been getting into this slide thing they have there.It's gravitalicious. And we all know that gravity is just another way to be mathy...
Cass - Nov 28, 2005 9:05:29 pm PST #7064 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Okay. We are breathing.
(Jilli font) Puppycat just found a huge spider, and not the first one in recent days. I squarshed the critter and then had to hold Puppycat up to the squish mark on the wall to investigate and so she could satisfy her curiousity. It was a big spider.. .
I'm not even totally spider- adverse but blech.
sj - Nov 28, 2005 9:19:09 pm PST #7065 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ewww.
SuziQ - Nov 29, 2005 1:26:58 am PST #7066 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I am wide awake. This is not fair.
vw bug - Nov 29, 2005 2:24:08 am PST #7067 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Timelies!
I still feel like crap. But, I have to go to school today. Plus, I have a meeting with my Independent Study professor that I'm TOTALLY not prepared for. Oh, well. All I can do is my best.
Fay - Nov 29, 2005 2:38:53 am PST #7068 of 10003
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Man, playing catchup takes a long time. Go vw! Curses upon FEMA. Bless the wee Buffistasprogs in all their sartorial glory!
On Saturday I had a moment of powerful DamnIWishJilliWasHere, because as I walked away from a friend's house I became aware of these swoopy-flappy skirls of movement in the darkness overhead, where the huge mango trees reached branches across towards each other like long-separated lovers. And it was bats. And bats. And more bats. Big bats. Fruit bats, I suspect. I kept pausing near street lights and staring up into the twiggy darkness with an idiotic grin on my face, listening to them making their wee bat noises and darting back and forth. They were a lot less haphazardly fluttery than the wee bats at home. I kept murmuring "BLESS the wee bats!"
I have converted many small children to liking Neil Gaiman over the course of the past 2 weeks, by reading The Wolves in the Walls to them. When I asked KG2 if they liked the story they all said "Yes Miss Fay! Thank you Miss Fay!" And then one little girl piped up: "I love you, Miss Fay!" and several others chimed in, which was terribly disarming.
(Grade 5 also loved it, as did Grade 4 and Grade 3, and Grade 2 burst into spontaneous applause. In short - Gaiman is a hit with the Egyptian kiddies. Especially the bit where the wolves turn the television up as LOUD as it will go, and I bellow LOUD as loudly as I can, which is pretty damned loudly, and all the kids jump, and then burst into startled giggles.)
Mmmm, custard apples. So yummy. So squishy. So sweet. Just a pity about the big black seeds, that's all. Still, one has to wonder if there's other fruit out there that tastes like treacle sponge, or chocolate fudge cake or something - it's SUCH a Willy Wonka kind of fruit.