We were only five minutes late to the pediatrician. Everything looks good. Especially now that we have Tim Horton's donuts for breakfast.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe? Zoe: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Cashmere - Apr 13, 2006 5:49:31 am PDT #9099 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
SailAweigh - Apr 13, 2006 6:03:35 am PDT #9100 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Happy Birthday to the Nose Beep Protector!!
Still haven't done my taxes. I be lazy as all shit. I liked being stationed overseas while claiming California for tax purposes, no state taxes to pay! I got spoiled.
Jessica - Apr 13, 2006 6:22:39 am PDT #9101 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Ginger - Apr 13, 2006 6:28:19 am PDT #9102 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Happy Birthday, Squeakaboo! We need birthday pictures.
DavidS - Apr 13, 2006 6:31:02 am PDT #9103 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Happy birthday, Lilybean! Feel free to eat a cake face first.
SuziQ - Apr 13, 2006 6:37:24 am PDT #9104 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Big breath.
DH let K-Bug borrow his truck so she could drive to and from school today.
Minor mom-freakout. Yes, I knew she was going to do this today but that doesn't help. I keep picturing her as a cute 1 year old. One year olds should NOT be driving.
Plei - hold Tickybox tight - she is gonna insist on growing up before you know it.
vw bug - Apr 13, 2006 6:42:09 am PDT #9105 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Oh. Dear. Just had a very strange conversation with my dad.
So, I called him crying. He's trying to figure out what's wrong, and I'm all, sniff, sniff, "I'm overwhelmed." Sniff, sniff. "And the steroids mess with my emotions." Sniff, sniff. "And I got my period." Sniff, sniff.
"Oh, well, honey that's wonderful that you have your period."
Huh?
Huh?
Um...does he think I'm having sex, and he's glad I'm not pregnant? What kind of comment is that? Who does he think I'm having sex *with* anyway? Does he know something I don't?
"'Cause for a long time you weren't having it. This means things are settling down, right? And maybe you can have kids someday?"
That's not a conversation I ever thought I'd have. Especially on the phone.
Steph L. - Apr 13, 2006 6:44:52 am PDT #9106 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Here is the first announcement in-thread of Tickybox's arrival: Polter-Cow "Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up." Apr 13, 2005 11:02:42 pm PDT
Followed by lots and lots and lots and lots of squeeeees and posts that just say "Tickybox!!!!!" over and over.
Happy Birthday, Lovely Lilybean Squeakaboo Tickybox!
Nora Deirdre - Apr 13, 2006 6:51:12 am PDT #9107 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
"'Cause for a long time you weren't having it. This means things are settling down, right? And maybe you can have kids someday?"
Well, the power of positive thought, looking at the bright side, and all that.
vw bug - Apr 13, 2006 6:59:05 am PDT #9108 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Well, yeah. It was just weird.
Ok. I am, once again, irrationally angry. I just got a phone call message thingy from the city of Cambridge letting me know that the trash rules have changed. Now, did they send out a mailing? NOPE. THE DAY BEFORE TRASH COLLECTION (when we put out trash the night before) they call and let us know the new rules.
They will no longer pick up the white kitchen trash bags. And, if you put them out, you'll get fined $25 a day. They really want you to put out tight-lid trash cans filled with your garbage. Well, that's great if you don't have to carry the damn thing down three stories and PEOPLE DIDN'T STEAL THEM! But, they will take the heavy black trash bags if you put them out in the morning of trash day, before 7am.
Good thing I was home to get the message. But, couldn't they have done something else to let people know...like a mailing? And a little sooner than trash day? This doesn't give me much time to take care of these things. So, now I have another errand today. I've got to go pick up heavy, black trash bags. And, I have to make sure I'm up in time to take the trash out in the morning, when I was gonna sleep in, since Emily has the day off.
I hateses life.