The burden now becomes: prove that a boy/man identifying with a woman deserves the word "strange."

See, 'cuz guys only see women as the soure of teh sex.

Or something....

What tommy said.

I don't think it should be strange (and will never be so once I take over), but that doesn't make it not so.

The burden now becomes: prove that a boy/man identifying with a woman deserves the word "strange."

Just to be a pedant, strictly speaking the word used was 'stranger', i.e. a comparison of the relative strangeness of identifying with Lara Croft as opposed to ogling her.

Due to the fact that the driveway behind our house is being torn up and replaced, the local roach population has been disturbed and is making appearances in our house. (Please note: we are not horrible unclean people. Roaches are an unavoidable fact of life in the south.)

I'm putting together an online auction to benefit my mother's chorus. A friend of hers got people to donate all sorts of amazing music-related items, and I am paranoid that I'm going to do something to mess it up.

I sooo feel your pain dear.

Fella is living in an apartment, around which, construction is creating new condos. Everytime anything gets shaken up, (which is pretty much daily) the roaches come marching in. He's been staying at my house 5 days a week because, otherwise, he keeps waking up in the night with the surging beasties on his body. Shudder.

I'm also worried about messing up the massive reunion I'm organizing for June. Not sure why, but the paranoia is strong.

bugbegone and confidence ~ma headed your way!

t waves at Nilly We're doing pretty well, thanks. Still settling, but I have a deadline for having the house in shape for visitors, which should help motivate me to actually finish unpacking and so forth.

Speaking of which, I should do that rather than chat here.

This morning we had our first mouse sighting here at work. Eeek! (for the record, I didn't see it, but the person who did, screamed.)

Jackhole Uncle Bob? Just found out he's selling my great-grandmother's house. It's been in our family for 106 years! Her father built that house. Damn that generation and their complete lack of sentimental value and family history. My grandfather wouldn't have sold it. Grrr.

xposty from Bitches

Emmett's Little League picture for 2006 (mocked up like a magazine cover)

Just found out he's selling my great-grandmother's house. It's been in our family for 106 years!

That's hard, Aimee. I was sad when my uncle sold the family farm a few years back (it had been Moran land since 1862), but no one in my generation is still in the farming business (except for one cousin who couldn't afford to run the farm on his own), and the developers' offer was just too good, especially with farming profits being so reduced for family-run operations. It's really bizarre to drive past the old place and see a subdivision sprouting up overnight and the house, all the barns, and apple trees gone.

So while we're vaguely on the topic of creepy crawlies...

Anybody got any home remedies for flying termites? (Other than, of course, calling the exterminators to come to your home)

signed, Didn't Know That Swarms of Insects Could Bring Me To This Level of Rage