Skipping lots to say that my heat is finally back on!
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Anne W. - Dec 05, 2006 3:52:48 pm PST #4441 of 10004
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Cashmere - Dec 05, 2006 3:53:17 pm PST #4442 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm eating more now that I'm not leaving the house with the kids. This is bad. I weigh more than I've weighed in ages (even at the tail end of being pregnant). I'd say I've put on 15lbs. since we brought Olivia home and that is very, very bad.
It can't be helping my back issues any.
I'm watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town and recording it for Owen. He's got no clue about Santa yet.
Brenda, we'll have bail money ready!
Crap, I'm now salivating over teapots online. I usually just make mine by the mug with my kettle.
There is a Backyardigans episode about a tea party and Owen can now say, "pip, pip, cheerio!"
sj - Dec 05, 2006 4:13:18 pm PST #4443 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
When I had my first big depression, I ate nothing but nutrigrain bars and snapple, because that was what I had in my dormroom and I refused to leave. Now I just snack constantly to deal with depression, stress, boredom, etc.
Yay, for heat, Anne!
ChiKat - Dec 05, 2006 4:26:43 pm PST #4444 of 10004
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Skipping lots to say that my heat is finally back on!
Yay!!!!!
My heat, however, is no where to be found. I have electricity, but I have steam heat. With no heat actually coming out right now. It's cold in here.
Cashmere - Dec 05, 2006 4:28:19 pm PST #4445 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm glad you have heat (finally!) Anne.
I just realized how apt the current thread title is (for me, personally).
meara - Dec 05, 2006 4:34:34 pm PST #4446 of 10004
Moooooom, Vortex gave us meara. Give her a cookie!
I think I will! I like making cookies. Especially around the holidays.
Today, for the first time in I can't remember when, I woke up pain free
Awesome, Deena!
Did we know that erinaceous is on Rachael Ray right now?
WHAT!? Dude. Someone should YouTube that shit.
It seems EVOO is going to be added to the next edition of the dictionary.
NOOOOOO! Surely you jest. EW!
Trader Joe's Southwest Salsa (with Jicama) is so yummy
Ooh, salsa with jicama? That sounds yummy!
As in cleaning type fasting. Only consuming my mixture of water, maple syrup, lemon, and cayenne pepper.
Good god. I can't even imagine! Eeek!
Sadly, I eat when I'm sad. And when I'm happy. And, you know, the rest of the time.
Cause food is, y'know, yummy! I've always thought, though that if I could just go cold turkey, it would be easier. To be hardcore. But you can't coldturkey food like you can cigs or booze or whatever. You still have to eat. For the rest of your life. So compromises start slipping in....and even if you're good for a while, eventually, it all goes to hell.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 05, 2006 4:35:12 pm PST #4447 of 10004
What is even happening?
Cashmere, did you get a new appointment, yet? How are you doing, today?
amych - Dec 05, 2006 4:38:07 pm PST #4448 of 10004
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I made a cranberry salsa with jicama for Thanksgiving!
and then we totally forgot to eat it.
Cashmere - Dec 05, 2006 4:41:52 pm PST #4449 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm doing ok now--with the aid of some flexeril, Cindy. Today was rough. Christopher's dealing with a complete fuckus at work (not his fault but he took the job and it's his responsibility now so he's getting roasted). Which means he's put in two 12 hour days this week (since he's taking Thursday off to stay with the kids for my gyno appointment and he's flying out Friday morning).
He got home and I climbed into a hot bath and cried for about 15 minutes. Then I promptly drugged myself up and am now pretty looped.
I'm set for Friday for the injections--bring on the needles in my spine! A coworker of Christopher is driving me (her sitter, who was the person who watched Owen this summer) is watching the kids.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 05, 2006 4:45:26 pm PST #4450 of 10004
What is even happening?
I'm set for Friday for the injections--bring on the needles in my spine! A coworker of Christopher is driving me (her sitter, who was the person who watched Owen this summer) is watching the kids.
Oh, I'm so glad. I was so worried you'd have to put the shot off longer. Stupid asshat doctor. Still. Frakking Friday. That's not right. They could have given you your darned shot by flashlight.