Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!

'Dirty Girls'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[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.


Cashmere - Jan 17, 2007 2:30:01 am PST #1208 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Seriously - today was the best part of our trip.

You really made my week, Aimee! I've been stressy about getting the kids out this winter and this really gave me a great opportunity to test my baby wrangling skills without a lot of pressure or stress. And I'd also been worrying about Owen's development but when I saw him & Em together it really put my mind at ease. You guys just rock. I can't say that enough.

Owen's sleeping in today. He was just worn out with all the playing yesterday.

Daniel, that link is just...wow.

From way back, OMG Nora - I have a co-worker friend that hates the word moist.

Me, too! (Well, ex-coworker, but still).

Glances at ragged, bitten fingernails and pathetic toenails. Not going there.


Laura - Jan 17, 2007 2:59:29 am PST #1209 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

If there weren't a long enough list of reasons to hang with the Miracleborns, Owen sleeping in is a most excellent reason.

My nails are a disaster. And my SIL owns a nail salon. Everyone seems to think I have an hour or two to go see her. Cashmere understands.

I'm eating moist oatmeal, with cinnamon and it is most yummy.


vw bug - Jan 17, 2007 3:01:01 am PST #1210 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

More pictures! Awesome! Looks like such a fun time. Emily and I went to the museum with another of the Michigan gang and her little girl, years ago. That's a fabulous museum. So fun!

Timelies!


sj - Jan 17, 2007 3:11:47 am PST #1211 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

My toenails are a mess, but I never do anything to them. I love manicures, and TCG gave me a GC for our dateiversary, so I should make an appointment soon.


Hil R. - Jan 17, 2007 3:21:47 am PST #1212 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Great pictures!

I was at Trader Joe's yesterday and bought a "guacamole kit." It's a plastic produce container with two avocados, two tomatoes, an onion, a lime, a jalapeno pepper, and a clove of garlic. I wasn't really planning on making guacamole, but I'm making burritos for lunch tomorrow, and it was just $2.70. I'm still just looking at it and thinking, "Huh. That's pretty cool." (Some of them had either avocados or tomatoes that didn't look too good. The one I picked out had good avocados and OK tomatoes -- I figured, for guacamole, that's better than the other way around.)


Nora Deirdre - Jan 17, 2007 4:07:08 am PST #1213 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

People have been bugging me lately about when we're getting married. We're not even engaged yet.

Rolls. Eyes. Forever. People! What part of "none of your DAMN business" do you not understand?

Oatmeal is of the yum, I just had some this morning. We use the regular steel cut oats, but par cook them the night before, so it's a quick finish up in the morning.

I always astound my doctors by having great cholesterol and BP, because, in their mind, I think, Fat=Totally Unhealthy. So when those indicators don't match up, they're all stuttery and shit.

Not to say that there aren't other health issues at stake- I'm currently wrangling with back/knee/foot/joint pain issues.

I'm not meaning to sound all braggy or anything, but seriously, everytime my BP reading is taken on any visit, whatever doctor or nurse that's seeing me ALWAYS sounds SO surprised.


sj - Jan 17, 2007 4:12:43 am PST #1214 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Rolls. Eyes. Forever. People! What part of "none of your DAMN business" do you not understand?

I need to learn to say this to people. Especially when it is someone like my eye doctor.

Is there less of a health benefit from instant oatmeal? I'm just curious because I am lazy.


Nicole - Jan 17, 2007 4:19:11 am PST #1215 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

everytime my BP reading is taken on any visit, whatever doctor or nurse that's seeing me ALWAYS sounds SO surprised.

Same here. Genetics = odd.

I need to learn to say this to people. Especially when it is someone like my eye doctor.

But not when it is someone like, I dunno... me? I can still ask, right? Just not in front of other people. Or TCG. Right? I don't want to miss out on any news!!


SailAweigh - Jan 17, 2007 4:22:23 am PST #1216 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Is there less of a health benefit from instant oatmeal? I'm just curious because I am lazy.

Good question, sj. I had an oatmeal cookie for breakfast. It was billed as a "Daybreak Bar" at Starbucks which makes one thing it's supposed to be healty, so I bought it to try. A little dry (they advertised moist!), but chock full of dried fruit and nuts.

Lovely pictures of the Buffista sprogs and their parents! My god, could you guys make prettier babies? I don't think so.


WindSparrow - Jan 17, 2007 4:24:45 am PST #1217 of 10001
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.

People have been bugging me lately about when we're getting married. We're not even engaged yet.

Rolls. Eyes. Forever. People! What part of "none of your DAMN business" do you not understand?

Daniel and I get this all the time, too. Mostly my response has been, "That's under negotiation." But I'm getting really tempted to start saying, "We push the date back a year every time someone asks." It doesn't help that one of the group homes I work at is populated by a couple of women in their sixties who keep assuming that Daniel is my husband, and refer to him as such. I've gotten tired of correcting them.

It was really cute, though, to find Daniel's mom cheering for the present from me to be the seventh opened at Daniel's niece's baby shower (and thus indicate that I would be the next one to get pregnant, a tradition I'd never heard of before). Alas, they didn't find my package until almost the very end.