Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough.

'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.  

[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.


JZ - Sep 23, 2006 5:17:46 pm PDT #4531 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Oh, EEEP. Kidney-ma in abundance to your mom, Suzi. Keep us posted!

Would it be possible to put shelves up higher than normal, like around the border of the ceilings, maybe a foot down, for books and things, and Hec can get up on a chair when they're needed?

Thought of that and still might do it, but there are money issues and wall-integrity issues -- the building was chopped up into separate apartments from what was probably a single dwelling, and some of the walls are oddly pasteboardy and not really reliable-seeming. We have one long near-ceiling shelf in the living room, but the wall behaved really weirdly, even using anchors and braces, and I pretty much trust the shelf only as a display area for vintage paperbacks. No way will anything that actually weighs anything go on that shelf.

Same deal with my attempt to put shelves in the one hallway closet -- even with anchors and bracing and whatnot, half the shelf brackets just toppled out of the wall the second they were asked to bear any weight.

Are you planning on eventually doubling her and Emmett up?

That was under consideration a while ago when baby-having was purely theoretical and Emmett was rather more wee, but, really? Middle school boy and girl toddler whose existence he already sort of resents in one room? Doesn't seem to work. And Emmett's room is already a worse ineptly-stored detritus disaster than the rest of the apartment. With two? Holy fuck.

I'm now considering storing all the vintage dresses until we move and doing a major wardrobe purge, down to 3 knit dresses, 3 skirts, 3 pairs of leggings or pants, 6 tops, and 6 pairs of shoes. That'd be enough stuff that, if I kept the vintage hats, I could still rotate enough to feel vaguely dressy and non-repetitive and free up two dresser drawers and the living room closet.

Aimée, I can't get into my SFistas email from here and Hec is napping... when exactly are we meeting for dinner?


DCJensen - Sep 23, 2006 5:18:27 pm PDT #4532 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.

Kidney-ma to your mom, Suzi.


beth b - Sep 23, 2006 5:25:02 pm PDT #4533 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

JZ

Dinner is at 8 p.m. at Helmand - 430 Broadway - there's a parking lot directly across the street from the restaurant. We'll be having cocktails at 7 pm at Monkey Noodle - 1268 Grant.


JZ - Sep 23, 2006 5:27:50 pm PDT #4534 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Clearly, beth is made of awesome.

IOW, thanks.

::goes to prod DH into awakeitude::


brenda m - Sep 23, 2006 5:30:05 pm PDT #4535 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Yeah, my brother and sister shared for a long time, but he was a couple of years younger than Emmett when she was born, and there weren't the same issues in place. Tough one.


Lee - Sep 23, 2006 5:55:15 pm PDT #4536 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY SUZI! I hope it is working out.


WindSparrow - Sep 23, 2006 6:03:29 pm PDT #4537 of 10000
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.

Much ~ma for your mom, Suzi!


Nicole - Sep 23, 2006 6:06:35 pm PDT #4538 of 10000
I'm getting the pig!

Tons of ~ma on the way to Oakland, Suzi!


SailAweigh - Sep 23, 2006 6:10:50 pm PDT #4539 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

meara, peace~ma to you and your family. And I think your mother would like it if you went and visited, even if she said not to.


Lee - Sep 23, 2006 6:13:23 pm PDT #4540 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm so sorry, meara. -ma to you and your family.