Sir? I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off.

Zoe ,'Serenity'


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.


Cass - Feb 09, 2006 10:28:59 am PST #8204 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Happy Birthday, Suzi!

it basically consists of teaching wee groups of 1-4 kids from Grades 3-5 who need extra support with what they're doing in class. I think it should be pretty good, and I'll have my own classroom and computer, which is nice too.
This sounds like a good thing. Congratulations, Fay!

Cash, I hope the babies start sleeping at the same time occasionally for you.

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Stepmom called and my cousin passed away last night. She was at home, which she wanted.

I didn't get to see her because frankly her actual parents are jackasses. But mom did get to and, since she is the person who has taken care of Brookie and taken her to every doctor appointment for the last several years, that means a lot more to me.

I came to terms with the fact that I might not get a chance to see her when I was out of town.

The fact that I was back and wanted to go directly from the airport Tuesday evening? And there was a request for no visitors for a few days? Well it strikes me as deeply deeply shitty but entirely unsurprising.

Also I am not supposed to mention anything about Brooke's passing to my neicelet. This is subject #1087 that I am not supposed to mention to her.

I am still completely reeling from my s-i-l telling us the day before my grandma died that my neicelet was being sent off to an all-girl's boarding school in Vermont the next morning. You know, I have always told her that I would never lie to her. I think I am reduced to sending notes that are just blank.

lots of apartment ~ma your way first thing tomorrow morning. I'd send it now but it'd just get there early and then wander around and get lost.
I'll take some of that too. My family is rapidly splitting itself into Those I Will Miss Terribly and Those I Should Not Wish Horrible Things Upon (But Kinda Think About Anyway) and I want to be somewhere else.

Huh. That got a LOT ventier than I intended.


sj - Feb 09, 2006 10:31:15 am PST #8205 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{{{Cass}}}}}


ChiKat - Feb 09, 2006 10:32:04 am PST #8206 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

{{{Cass}}}

And, apartment~ma to sj/Dave and Cass.


beth b - Feb 09, 2006 10:33:15 am PST #8207 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

hapyy birthday Suzi!

happy travel perkins

hugs for Cass and glares at the stoopid people in your life.

and hooray for pancakes!


Gudanov - Feb 09, 2006 10:33:19 am PST #8208 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

(((Cass))) Vent away.


Toddson - Feb 09, 2006 10:34:35 am PST #8209 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

waves to Nilly

(having just emerged from our monthly 6-hour staff meeting)


amych - Feb 09, 2006 10:36:10 am PST #8210 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

(having just emerged from our monthly 6-hour staff meeting)

My mathy side tells me that this is no worse (and in many months, better) than our weekly 1.5-hour staff meeting. The hates meetings side says gaaachh!


Calli - Feb 09, 2006 10:36:52 am PST #8211 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm sorry, Cass.

Six hours, Toddson? Every month? That seems a trifle insane.


Gudanov - Feb 09, 2006 10:38:06 am PST #8212 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

How do you come out of a six-hour meeting with any brain function?


Toddson - Feb 09, 2006 10:39:04 am PST #8213 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Six hours ... when it isn't more (shudder). A friend described it as the Bataan Death March of meetings ... which pretty well fits how we feel at the end.

ETA: I come to the Buffistas ... although not having any brain function does deter zombies.