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.
Picking Sean up between 12-1 today and force-feeding him. Also distracting him with random silliness and shelf-installation.
Excellent!
If the interviewer tells me the whole thing's on the square, I guess I'll be all set.
snerk
I've figured out what I'm wearing at the interview, down to the mysterious ring that showed up in Mom's jewelry, which neither my sister nor I had ever seen before. I claimed it and can't seem to stop wearing it. Luckily it's reasonably professional-looking. It's gold, with an oval, blue-green, translucent cabachon stone. Inside the band there are some interesting markings including what looks like a wee Masonic symbol.
It sounds very pretty, and that's such a nice thing to have, particularly since there's a little mystery to it. Was your mom's father a Mason, or anything? Could she have been in Rainbow, growing up?
I've woken up groggy and then asked the same questions over and over again all the way on the drive home.
yup , that's the one.
the worse time was when I had to take him to the ER . we had just moved here - 10 days on the job for Matt. they gave him demerol. he thought he could walk, but he couldn't . and I had to figure out how to get to the right door of the hospital to pick him up. and then I had to drive home, not 100 % sure of the way. and I had to make a stop on the way home at a pharmacy. I told matt how I was driving home. Seconds later he was all "WHERE ARE YOU GOING" . then I had to lock him in the car at the pharmacy , praying that he couldn't figure out how to unlock the doors. then I had to get him in the houe when he could barely walk....
Picking Sean up between 12-1 today and force-feeding him. Also distracting him with random silliness and shelf-installation.
Good plan. Silly brainless movie may also help.
Last time CJ had surgery he was so concerned that he would remember, he kept asking the doctors if he would remember as he was going under. His first words upon waking? "Mom, I don't remember anything!" Well, yeah babe, that is the point.
That was also the recovery room where I read him another chapter of Harry Potter, don't recall which book, and ended up being asked to speak up so the other kids in recovery could get in on the story.
Was your mom's father a Mason, or anything? Could she have been in Rainbow, growing up?
Not that I know of. Which leaves me free to speculate. Secret cabal? Pre-Dad boyfriend? Maybe Mom was in a supersekrit group that uses the Masons as a front. When the Order of the Golden Compass takes charge I'll be in the elite! [Note to self: Read those Pullman books already.]
Not that I know of. Which leaves me free to speculate. Secret cabal? Pre-Dad boyfriend? Maybe Mom was in a supersekrit group that uses the Masons as a front.
Whee! I tried to google, but since I can't see the ring, it was senseless. There are a lot of hits if you google "Masonic Jewelry". Eastern Star and Rainbow Girls would probably give you hits, as well.
When the Order of the Golden Compass takes charge I'll be in the elite! [Note to self: Read those Pullman books already.]
Heh. My father was a Mason (pretty high up, 33rd degree, I think), but lost interest in it. My mother tried to find his apron thingie before his funeral, but couldn't. I'll wear it, and my uncle's Shriner lapel pin, and stand next to you and your seekrit ring.
When I was in junior high, a girl invited me to Rainbow Girls with her, but it wasn't my cup of tea, and Dad didn't seem overly invested one way or another. I think he was a bit of a joiner, in his day.
{{{Sean}}}
First time I had general, it was wildly disorienting. They put me under first thing in the morning, and I remembered clearly counting backwards from 10 (I got to 8) and the next thing I knew the windows had moved to the other side of my bed and it was sunset. Then I puked.
Next couple of times, general and local + conk-out gas, DH was there to try and talk me up out of it. He gets freaked because he says my eyes go all ice blue, like I'm on melange.
Anyway, last time I was on general the anesthesiologist said I shouldn't go under again as I don't come out of it easily, so everything since then has been local. Which is fine with me as I don't tend to freak out, but annoys the cutter and crew as they can't speak freely.
ND's dad is a Mason at some ridiculously high level. Every time I see him I'm tempted to shout, "Are you hiding the GRAIL?!?", but I have a feeling that wouldn't go over well. Makes me giggle, though.
Seanie, I hope today is better, for both you and S. I'm glad Kristin is going to force feed you.
In Yay news, Bessie the carpod seems to have recovered from dying last night. Now I wonder if she frequently takes evenings off, and I just didn't know since I don't go out at night.
Raq, when do you expect your biopsy results?
