Zoe: Yeah? Thought you'd get land crazy that long in port. Wash: Probably, but I've been sane a long while now, and change is good.

'Shindig'


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.


Stephanie - Dec 20, 2005 1:15:34 am PST #648 of 10001
Trust my rage

I'm taking my dogs to a open space, group play kennel today, as we are leaving for Christmas. We've never been to the kennel before. I saw just now that I was supposed to have sent the forms in a week ago. Probably no one will even mention this when we get there, but I am now stressed about it. I hate this aspect of my personality.

Oh, and Good Morning!


vw bug - Dec 20, 2005 1:22:39 am PST #649 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I hate this aspect of my personality.

I do that too. I too hate it. I'm sure it will be fine, though.


Stephanie - Dec 20, 2005 1:39:44 am PST #650 of 10001
Trust my rage

I do that too.

At least I'm in good company. One of the reasons I love my husband is this sort of thing never bothers him. Even if something becomes an issue eventually, he can talk his way through it. I try to just put my faith in his ability to make stuff work out.


vw bug - Dec 20, 2005 1:47:07 am PST #651 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Radical acceptance has helped me be a bit more like Joe. I usually have a little panic, then remember that I can radically accept it and deal with the consequences as they come. It's helped a lot.

t /therapy likes carrots


WindSparrow - Dec 20, 2005 2:06:09 am PST #652 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I miss my therapist. I should call her or drop her a line or something.

Hugs to all the early risers. And anyone else who wants 'em.

I got nothing more to say.


WindSparrow - Dec 20, 2005 2:12:00 am PST #653 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Oatmeal.

I just thought of something nifty at work. The new nurse, in spite of looking about 12, is bright enough to get that if a resident's usual, non-sick, under the armpit, temperature is in the neighborhood of 92 degrees F. then when it gets up to 97, in spite of not being in the traditional fever range, there is something wrong. Turns out the poor fellow has pneumonia, but who knows how long it would have been before he went to the doctor if she hadn't been paying attention.


billytea - Dec 20, 2005 2:47:49 am PST #654 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

therapy likes carrots

Ain't that the truth.

Wally report! I have indulged myself in a frenzy of new approaches on the various online dating sites. Trying something a little different, just having more fun with it. Hey, I don't get many replies, so at the very least I may as well entertain myself.

Seems to be working pretty well so far. I've had a couple of responses so far (within the day, that is), one person has already sent two emails. The other person thinks I'm pretty funny. Aww.


Tom Scola - Dec 20, 2005 2:50:22 am PST #655 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

Depending on how well Wally goes, you might find this to be useful, billytea.


Laura - Dec 20, 2005 3:02:15 am PST #656 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Eat a lot of fruit, vegetables, seafood, and honey to maintain your stamina. Don’t smoke. Smell good. Be diligent in brushing your teeth.

Always good advice even if you don't have 4 wives.

{{Cass}}

I'm making my lists. My there is a lot to do before I leave town next Monday. Thankfully the pets aren't an issue. Mom will take Brandy (but I need to bathe her first) and Georgia will hang with the neighbors.


brenda m - Dec 20, 2005 3:19:02 am PST #657 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I'm taking my dogs to a open space, group play kennel today, as we are leaving for Christmas.

Lucy used to go to one of those in DC, and loved the hell out of it. It was so nice to be able to go away and know that she was having a fine old time, especially when I was going away because of horrible family trauma shit. I was walking her one day and she suddenly started freaking out and jumping up and down and going all nuts, and I couldn't figure out what was up until I realized that the lady from dog school was coming down the street. So funny.