Aw, jeez. I'm really sorry, Kristin. You so don't need this.
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
We had a pine tree that was 2+ stories high growing in our front yard in Jamaica, Stephanie. So, yeah, they do. However, they might not be used to the idea of growing them, cutting them and selling them--Jamaica sure wasn't. However, PR's closer ties to the US might pay off for you there.
My first kiss is a patently unspecial story...it's too bad.
So, I call to make my GYN appointment. The OB/GYN Center at the hospital doesn't do routine yearly physicals (or paps). They want those done by the PCP. THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW LIKE TWO YEARS AGO! I've been putting this off for literally two years, and now I find out my PCP has to do it anyway. I am SO frustrated.
I'm still going to see them. Irregular periods counts as a "problem," so they will see me, but they won't do a pap or anything...they'll just talk to me about the irregular periods.
Ok. Radical Acceptance. Move on to the next call.
Ok. Called to make appointment with PCP. Now, I LOVE my PCP. She's wonderful, but she's also a resident and only has three appointments available a week. This means that I can't get in to see her for a month. Ugh.
BUT, I needed to talk to her about the GYN thing, and I just paged her. She called me back and talked with me for 10 minutes. She really is wonderful and worth the pain-in-the-ass office.
We had a pine tree that was 2+ stories high growing in our front yard in Jamaica, Stephanie.
Cool! I'll be okay if there's no real tree next year. It's more just intersting to me to see how different people celebrate the holidays. IIRC, January 6th is the big day in PR. I only know this because when I was in the Army, all the Puerto Ricans had the option of taking the 6th off to celebrate Christmas.
Stephanie, that's Three Kings Day or Epiphany.
aka Twelfth Night
Timelies.
I got an A in my Business Law class, but I think my History class is going to kill me. And I'm honestly not exaggerating this time. The teacher likes to "role-play". Write a letter citing your reasons for wanting to be on the Mayflower. Pretend you are Myles Standish and send a report to King James regarding the harvest festivities and your relationship with the indigenous people.
I HATE that kind of stuff. Seriously hate it.
Write a letter citing your reasons for wanting to be on the Mayflower.
"Dear King,
"How are you? Enjoying a first-class quality of life? Avoiding religious persecution? That's swell!
"Me, NOT SO MUCH. My life here is sucking pretty bad, as are my family members' lives. (Except little Geoffrey, who died of the consumption last winter when we couldn't heat our thatch hut. That was fun, let me tell you. He's in a better place now, and the rest of us envy him mightily.)
"I figure that wherever the Mayflower ends up, it couldn't be worse than here, so I ask for your consideration in giving myself and my family passage when she sails.
"Yr. humble servant (but hopefully not for much longer), etc.,
"Thomas P. Groundling"