Sometimes I miss having powers... Oh. Oh! I know what this is! This is peer pressure! Any second now you're gonna make me smoke tobacco and--and have drugs!

Anya ,'Showtime'


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.


-t - Jul 12, 2006 10:09:10 am PDT #3973 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Well done, vw! I'm glad that's behind you.


Fred Pete - Jul 12, 2006 10:09:18 am PDT #3974 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Congrats, vw!


Cashmere - Jul 12, 2006 10:10:31 am PDT #3975 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Yay, vw!

lisah, this one is KILLER CUTE! Gah!


Topic!Cindy - Jul 12, 2006 10:13:48 am PDT #3976 of 10001
What is even happening?

vw, that's great! I'm so glad you're done with it.

The thing about insulin (which I only took when pregnant) is that you can actually adjust it, once you know what you're doing. A friend had a Type I diabetic son, and she said if he knew he was going out for pizza with his friends, or a birthday dinner was planned, he could dose "up" accordingly.

A guy that hung out with me and my friends when we were teenagers was a Type I Diabetic. He'd screw around with his insulin to go drinking. I tried to avoid going out drinking with him. I was so afraid he was going to end up in a coma. He didn't have a couple of beers. Even back then, he was a heavy drinking fool. Scared the shit out of me.


SuziQ - Jul 12, 2006 10:29:42 am PDT #3977 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Todays spam...

last nut onto the asphalt. while they rested on the beach after a session of folded-wing snap rolls. came into my mind. That was a good deal we had at the institute. I could go divine than Fletcher himself.

vw - very happy for you...but you are losing your cred.


vw bug - Jul 12, 2006 10:32:16 am PDT #3978 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

but you are losing your cred.

I know! I know!

I just e-mailed the Honors Program coordinator, 'cause I stopped by her office this morning and chatted with her and the director about how low of a grade I could get and still get credit for the course. I had told her I hoped for a 40% on the final, but I knew that might be pushing it.

Well, I got a 24, so yeah, 40 was really pushing it. But, I also told her that I don't think I have ever in my life gotten that low of a grade. I'm doing pretty well about not beating myself up, which could I guess be seen as a bad thing, but with me, I think that's good.


-t - Jul 12, 2006 10:37:16 am PDT #3979 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

It is good. You obviously worked hard if you got 100% on all the homework and impressed the prof with your dedication. A hard-won C- (even if it's not exactly earned the way the syllabus laid it out) is something to be proud of. More so than an easy A.

I have a strange outlook on grades. I have been really angry at getting a D for a class I should have failed.


Fay - Jul 12, 2006 10:41:56 am PDT #3980 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

So my grandmother had a fall a little while ago, and hurt her ankle badly. She's pretty much restricted in her movements anyway, these days - basically she can shuffle from her bed to her armchair ( a few feet away) with the help of a zimmer frame, and she can just about manage to lever herself out of the armchair in order to shuffle over to the commode, which is a few feet from the armchair. She has carers visiting several times a day to help her dress and bring her food and all that jazz, and my mum visits every day. She has one of those 'Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!' buttons on a cord around her neck, which is a godsend.

After having had one fall, and hurt her ankle, she managed to fall again, poor lady, and has now hurt both her ankles. So she's presently in a wheelchair and in Respite Care at a very nice wee residential home a 5 minute drive away.

She's been getting frailer and frailer of late. She's going to be 90 on August 28th. She's been pretty much of the opinion that she'll be dying any minute for the past forty years, though, and has been living accordingly.

If she weren't my grandmother I'd probably feel more affection for her than I actually do - viewed objectively, she's a smashing old lady, and quite a character, and all that. But she had no interest in spending any time with me or with my wee sister when we were children, and she still hasn't any interest in either of us, other than as an audience, or occasionally as a source of one-upmanship. I don't have any affectionate memories of her doing, well, anything grandmotherly at any point, even though she only lives a few streets away. My parents had a string of babysitters when I was wee, because she had no interest in babysitting for her only grandchild (despite being a widow with no social life or hobbies). So we have more the facade of a relationship than any actual relationship. Which is a pity. I'd like to know her as a person, or as a grandmother, but she's never really been either. However, she is my grandmother, so what can you do? I don't hate her, although she can be a very mean-spirited and unkind old woman, she also likes to laugh, and can laugh at herself, so that's all good. I don't wish bad things on her, and I'm sorry that she's so fragile, and that she's hurt herself.

But I'm rambling. (...an inherited quality, heaven help us all...) My reason for posting was this:

Today we went to visit her, and my mother and I were both rather shocked at how much more slurred her speech was. She seemed to have gone rather rapidly downhill from the previous day, even. (The previous day she was telling us that the doctor thought she might have had a stroke, because her speech was more slurred, and we were of the opinion that it was much the same as usual - more slurred than it used to be back in the day, sure, but it's been a gradual decay, rather than an overnight thing, and it's still reasonably clear.)

"Duhah [something something] all righ'?" she said to me, and I, mishearing, reassured her that she looked very nice. She frowned. "Ah SEHD, duhah sowend all righ'? Ah don', duhah?" she said. (I cannot begin to reproduce the slurriness in print, but this'll have to do.)

"Oh," I said, understanding and glancing over at my Mum. "Well, no, you don't sound as good as you did last time. Um."

My grandmother dabbed her mouth, which was a bit dribbly. My mother and I exchanged pained looks. She really did seem to have gone downhill very fast - and my mum and dad are off for a week's holiday in the Baltics next week. I could see my mother thinking that she'd come home to a funeral at this rate.

My mother looked back at her mother and frowned.

"Mum, what's wrong with your teeth?"

"Wha?"

"Have you got your teeth in?"

"Yesh!"

"Well they're not - they're - Mum, you've got your teeth in upside down."

My grandmother quickly spat out her lower set of false teeth, turned them rightsideup and slotted them back in.

"Can you hear me better now?" (continued...)


Fay - Jul 12, 2006 10:42:02 am PDT #3981 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

( continues...) she said, with what passes for extreme clarity in the world of my Grandmother.

My mother and I dissolved into laughter, and the conversation then continued much as it ever does.


SailAweigh - Jul 12, 2006 10:43:39 am PDT #3982 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Yay, vw! You're still the vw that could. How are you going to reward yourself for completing this class? It doesn't have to be anything fancy, but you put a heck of an effort into it and you deserve a treat.