I'm off for a hair cut!
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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.
...I also terrorised her with seaweed when she was 6. Because there was a Rupert the Bear book that we'd both read, which had the creepiest seaweed creatures in it. They were seaweed, lurking on a beach, and then they were all creatury, and they captured him and dragged him off to the King of the Sea, and it was just very disturbing.
And she was a bit creeped out by the seaweed on the beech in Jersey, and so was I. But less so, what with being 15. So I grabbed some and chased her with it. Because it was funny. Um.
...she screamed and screamed and screamed.
...actually, I may have had my moments of evil. But for the vast majority of the time I was a Very Good And Caring Older Sibling. I changed nappies, I cooked, I read stories, I entertained, I took her sledging, I made her fantastic birthday cakes shaped like the teddy bears' picnic, or a 3-D dragon covered in chocolate scales - most of the time I was Very Good.
Just, occasionally, I was a wee bit evil. But not in a beating-her-up way. Um.
Owen and I were listening to Dan Zanes today and heard Jamaica Farewell. I have to say, I immediately thought of ita.
Down the bay where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave my friends in Kingston town
Down the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
`Akey' rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico
You people are all making me VERY VERY GLAD that I'm an only child.
WORD.
Oh, and hair wax has been achieved. Giovanni, for those playing along at home. The song stylings of Steve Earle have also been achieved. V. exciting.
You people are all making me VERY VERY GLAD that I'm an only child.
t sits with Jilli and Juliana
t shudders
ION, I am at the laundromat. It's brand new with shiny stainless steel washers and dryers. I am doing all of my laundry...ALL of it...in two ginomous loads: one lights, one darks. The entire wash and dry cycle should take about an hour.
I'm...I'm...well, kind of enjoying myself, if you want the truth. All of my laundry done in a single hour? Really? Cool! Look at it spin!
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Heh. You'll stop enjoying it when you have to fold.
Not that I know anymore as Joe does all of our laundry.
I used to kind of like the laundromat. Fascinating people watching, and the tumble dryers are hypnotic.
The tumble dryers may be hypnotic, but the see-through washers are FASCINATING. Look at the soap! And water! And spinnyspinnyspinny so fast!
Oh yeah. When I was a little kid, I tossed action figures in so I could watch them get caught in the torrent, and then pretended I'd left them in my pocket.
What?
I used to kind of like the laundromat. Fascinating people watching, and the tumble dryers are hypnotic.
I've got very good childhood memories of going down to the laundromat & doing our laundry & showering during the winter. (The pipes would freeze solid at least once a winter. Normally 3 times or so.) I was allowed to have bubblegum! And watch network television! These were Big Things.