Did not.
There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
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.
Lee - Apr 23, 2006 4:38:48 pm PDT #898 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Laura - Apr 23, 2006 4:39:20 pm PDT #899 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Thanks Cindy. I think I'll ask his teachers. They were all there last year and would know this stuff. I'm just looking forward to meeting someone that has text messaged my son over 1300 times in 3 weeks. Good grief.
Nicole - Apr 23, 2006 4:41:08 pm PDT #900 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
You made her cry. Thanks a lot.
Which "her" are we talking about here? Em or Aimee? My money is on Aimee.
Also, cool pic, Aimee, but I was hoping for a pic of Em in the shirt with her harried gorgeous momma holding her...
Strix - Apr 23, 2006 4:43:13 pm PDT #901 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, and corsage? Yes. Just a rosebud, or some other little dainty thing. She will love it. And flowers are (almost) never unwelcome.
(and it'll prolly be her first corsage, and she will dry it and keep it. Awww.)
Lee - Apr 23, 2006 4:46:26 pm PDT #902 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nicole, insent.
Cashmere - Apr 23, 2006 4:47:36 pm PDT #903 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Love the t-shirt
Cashmere's post about the Great Refried Bean Shortage is making me crave a crappy 39-cent frozen burrito. Hmmm. I could go to the grocery store....
Nobody could be arsed to make a refried bean run so we settled for leftovers. I found some sauerkraut, onions and hotdogs in the fridge and voila! dinner.
I've managed to get a video clip of Olivia emailed from my cell phone to my computer. And I've converted it to an mpeg. Now I have to figure out how to post it to a website for lo, I suck at the tech stuff.
beth b - Apr 23, 2006 5:03:43 pm PDT #904 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
We went out fo r mexican. it was teh Yum. and partially Cash's fault.
Steph L. - Apr 23, 2006 5:11:05 pm PDT #905 of 10002
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Cashmere's post about the Great Refried Bean Shortage is making me crave a crappy 39-cent frozen burrito. Hmmm. I could go to the grocery store....
Nobody could be arsed to make a refried bean run so we settled for leftovers.
I did, in fact, go to the grocery store, and did buy a crappy frozen burrito (I was wrong about the price; it was 34 cents, not 39 -- a veritable bargain), but by the time I got home, it was after 9:00, and I fear nightmares if I have a burrito right before bed.
Which is where I'm headed, as soon as I put clean sheets on it.
Nicole - Apr 23, 2006 5:49:07 pm PDT #906 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
Perkins told me the Em surprise! Wheeee!
ION ~ Bad Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy for running clip eps and forcing me to watch this Hallmark movie.
Maybe forcing is the wrong word.
Why is tomorrow Monday? Why are we getting snow after a week of 80 degree weather? Why did I put away all of my winter clothes? Why?!?
DavidS - Apr 23, 2006 6:28:11 pm PDT #907 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Back from baseball and Greek Easter.
Emmett walked three times, scored once. Was wild again while pitching, but wasn't throwing them all in the dirt and once he started taking a breath between pitches was getting strikeouts.
We should've won this game but we pissed it away. Fumbly hands at first base, running into double plays and just not hitting. Except our star player, Reed. He hit a home run. Not an inside the park home run. An over the fence 200 feet away home run. First time a 9 y.o. has done that on that field in the 40 year history of Albany Little League.
It was an awesome blast. He tomahawked a high pitch and it just went up and up and out and out.
Then he pitched crappy the next inning and was thoroughly disconsolate. Baseball - it's more of a rollercoaster ride than PMS!
Then we went to see JZ's Greek relatives for orthodox Easter celebrations. We got there late, but we got to see her cousin Nicole, the baby goth we sat at Jilli's table at the wedding. She's the Michael Jackson impersonator.
Turns out she's a huge fan of the movie Tombstone too, so she and Emmett bonded immediately with their Doc Holiday impressions. (She's 18.) Then they told fart jokes. Then they took a baseball bat in to the side yard and exploded easter eggs.
Emmett was very sad she had to leave early. But then he played whiffle ball with the littler kids for a good hour (including him leaping over a planter and wiping out and skinning his elbow into a bloody mess. But he didn't cry, he just "walked it off" per Dad's advice.)
We're going to have Nicole in for a weekend in the city this summer. She went to a Michael Jackson impersonator convention in Las Vegas this year, and met her true love, Tony. He's 22. He's got Cerebral Palsy. He's a christian and a Michael Jackson impersonator. And he loves Tombstone.
Ten minutes after she turned 18 she tattooed his name on her shoulder, much to her mother's surprise.
We're at home watching What a Girl Wants and JZ is crushing on Colin Firth even more than usual. (Which is usually maximum crush.)