The next time you decide to stab me in the back... have the guts to do it to my face.

Mal ,'Ariel'


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.


SuziQ - Aug 21, 2006 3:53:07 pm PDT #9619 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

"Well who wouldn't want a Red Sox onesie?"

Raises hand.


DavidS - Aug 21, 2006 3:57:49 pm PDT #9620 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Raises hand.

The conversation started on a review of the A's onesie, actually.

Emily is here and she's been given a drink. The interview went okay.

She brought billytea a present from Paxton's Gate. I am extremely disappointed to report that it was not a raccoon's penis bone.


Gris - Aug 21, 2006 3:58:10 pm PDT #9621 of 10001
Hey. New board.

Erin: Its teacher_oasis


Strix - Aug 21, 2006 4:00:25 pm PDT #9622 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Thanks, Gris!


vw bug - Aug 21, 2006 4:00:59 pm PDT #9623 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Hec, can you have Em give me a quick call? I'm about to crash.


sj - Aug 21, 2006 4:01:44 pm PDT #9624 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I could definitely arrange for the Halloweenie to have a Red Sox onesie.


beth b - Aug 21, 2006 4:10:50 pm PDT #9625 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

sad dh called bev mo is out of fernet. really I was looking forward to the opiate like relief. oh well, gin it is . tall glass w/lots of ice will be good for my hand. poor dh didn't relieze how little i can do. I can type- only one and a half hand needed. mouseing works. I did do lanudry. button pushing is good. opening a pull top can of cat food - very hard. ditto an ibrophin bottle ( damn child proof caps).no shoe tying.

I talked to a teacher friend today - she said emily answered the no child left behind question quite well, and agreed that it was unfair.


JenP - Aug 21, 2006 4:13:37 pm PDT #9626 of 10001

Glad you're not broken, beth, but ouch. Hope the ibupro is helping.

I ate (too much) yummy Chinese food for dinner, and I think I'm about to slip into a sleepy food coma.

Sounds like fun times at Hec and JZ's.


SuziQ - Aug 21, 2006 4:26:05 pm PDT #9627 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Hec, in all the chess playing, have you taken any notice of the A's/Jay's game? Tis a hum-dinger.


Katerina Bee - Aug 21, 2006 4:37:54 pm PDT #9628 of 10001
Herding cats for fun

Buzz~ma!

Buzzword Bingo~ma. May you always have all the pertinent suave insightful yet politically correct answers they wanna hear, no matter what crap they ask.

Today I got “What is the single greatest achievement of your life?” I didn’t think the real answer was really any of HR’s business so I rattled off something about having learned to repair my house as needed. Too bad I don’t have offspring, I could have said Motherhood, and that would have been a Right Answer. I think.

I wonder about C., too.

I don’t know if I find it advisable to consider accepting a Joe-lung donation. There might well be zombie issues and then you’d be sorry.

Libkitty! Try Pacific Grove. It’s just north of Monterey proper and less expensive. I once stayed at a fabulous little place right near the beach and the golf course and there were deer everywhere wandering around looking at people. Plus: aquarium!!! I so wanna see it again, I haven’t been enough times yet.

Then the ice weasels come out.

(apprehensive now)

In job-interview-related news, I went on one today. Just 20 hours per week, but less than 3 miles from my front door. This would be an easy life for me, if I can put up with a career at the front desk. So I set out all the good underwear, including pantyhose packed in a ziploc bag, which I left sitting out on the chair while I showered. When I came back, apparently it had become a kitty toy and only the bag remained. I still haven’t found the contraband.