I forgot to say, yay Cashmere! I am glad the pain is easing up a bit and I hope it continues to improve.
She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
sj - Jun 17, 2006 8:32:58 am PDT #392 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
WindSparrow - Jun 17, 2006 8:41:28 am PDT #393 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Happy Cassday!
Steph L. - Jun 17, 2006 8:43:05 am PDT #394 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
One of his brothers was served with surprise divorce papers, when he got home from work.
Oh, yikes.
sj - Jun 17, 2006 8:44:47 am PDT #395 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Cindy are you watching the Red Sox game? Did you see the opening salute to Father's Day? I found it annoying how they concentrated on sons. As if no daughter enjoys watching baseball, playing catch, or playing little league with her father. And I am sure not "every" baseball player was lucky enough to have a father influencing them in their playing baseball.
Polter-Cow - Jun 17, 2006 8:52:00 am PDT #396 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Yeah, but daughters don't normally grow up to be fathers.
sj - Jun 17, 2006 8:57:52 am PDT #397 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yeah, but daughters don't normally grow up to be fathers.
I realize that, but they were concentrating on enjoying a baseball game with ones father.
DavidS - Jun 17, 2006 8:59:40 am PDT #398 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Are you sure there's not some sort of error with the invitation, Hec?
I talked to her on the phone. The invite just says Noon. They're driving from Albany to Pleasanton - at least half an hour away.
So: Emmett woke up at 4am with stomach pain; laid around on the couch all morning complaining about his belly; barfed an hour or so ago, is still on the couch, not dressed and sleepy, and we need to leave in three minutes if we want to get there on time and still pick up a present on the way.
He wants to go, but I don't think there's any way he's ready for lazertag today. This may be a barfy blessing in disguise, because I've got more than enough excuses not to go at this point.
I mean he's lying on the couch in his jammies, covered with a blanket with his eyes closed. I think we're cancelled for the birthday party.
sj - Jun 17, 2006 9:01:40 am PDT #399 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Emmett}}} I hope he feels better soon.
DavidS - Jun 17, 2006 9:02:45 am PDT #400 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I realize that, but they were concentrating on enjoying a baseball game with ones father.
One nice thing about our Little League is that it really is inclusive of girls. Not that there are many still playing at the Triple A level (just one this year. There's one girl in the Little League Majors too. And that good catcher we saw in the tournament in Sacamento.), but they're welcome and it's no big deal. Emmett's manager this year, Elliot, managed his two older daughters on their softball teams for years, and they're both on their JV team now.
The girls do tend to transfer to softball at some point though. Just more options going up and the culture is already there.
erikaj - Jun 17, 2006 9:04:07 am PDT #401 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
In my own sad, pathetic and underpaid fashion, I am hot right now. Or at least my words are...I got the official notice about being in Victor's journal. So now I don't have to torture him till he likes me.(Although, perversely, part of me anticipated that.) Third biographical statement in a month. This one will definitely feature "almost got shagged" somewhere.