sj, maybe some preaddressed and stamped postcards (addressed to you, of course)? Some artsy, some funny, and maybe a pack of those postcards she can peel'n'stick one of her own photos onto.
I believe that's my hey. Hey!
Xander ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
JZ - Jun 06, 2006 8:53:08 am PDT #8094 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Lee - Jun 06, 2006 9:09:10 am PDT #8095 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nora, I emailed you back.
bounce
sj - Jun 06, 2006 9:11:13 am PDT #8096 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Good ideas, JZ. I want to get her a bunch of cute little things like that, but I was also hoping for something more like a keepsake. She doesn't wear much jewellery, so that is pretty much out, but there has to be some nice way to honor nearly twenty-three years of friendship and let her know that I will always be around.
SuziQ - Jun 06, 2006 9:14:14 am PDT #8097 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Crud.
Big waves of dread just slammed me regarding my mom. I just remembered that not only did I forget my cell phone at home, but that is the number the hospital has if they need to reach me. I did tell mom that I forgot my phone, but I doubt that translated into her telling her nurse my work number.
I know I could call the nurse's station and tell them, but then that means I'm a total worry wart instead of just a spaz. Gahhhhhhhhh.
This is what happens when I treat it all like it is no big deal and then I realize that any time there is a procedure there are risks. I can't allow myself to worry before hand cause I just plain don't have time to worry, but then it crashes into me and my brain goes kapluey.
Trudy Booth - Jun 06, 2006 9:14:17 am PDT #8098 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
If I were to have a boychild today, I would be hard pressed not to name him Damien, which I probably wouldn't, but my lord would I be tempted. I mean, I like the name anyway, but...
I feel ya. If I had a baby in a hurrichane I'd have to do that name too.
lisah - Jun 06, 2006 9:16:03 am PDT #8099 of 10002
Punishingly Intricate
I know I could call the nurse's station and tell them, but then that means I'm a total worry wart instead of just a spaz. Gahhhhhhhhh.
If would help you to alleviate the stress you should just go ahead and call. I mean, it's your Mom! You're totally allowed to worry.
sj - Jun 06, 2006 9:18:02 am PDT #8100 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
What, lisah said. Call the nurses station; you will feel better if you do.
-t - Jun 06, 2006 9:23:10 am PDT #8101 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Call and give them a number they can reach you at, Suzi. And if they happen to reassure you and say that everything is fine while you are on the phone, all to the good.
Today is a friend of mine's birthday - 6/6/67. He's a sweet guy and far from demonic - and not named Damien.
SuziQ - Jun 06, 2006 9:25:36 am PDT #8102 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My work extension is 7666.
I'm gonna walk around the building and get some tea. If that doesn't clear my head, I'll call. I just hate trying to get info from the nurses station. Last time she was admitted, I was told that she had been sent home by whoever answered the phone when she had just been moved to a different room. I'm not in the mood for misinformation.
Lee - Jun 06, 2006 9:26:58 am PDT #8103 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Suzi, send me your number and the nurses' station number, and I will call pretending to be your secretary.