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.
FWIW, we've all seen pictures of you and think you're beautiful
Aww, thanks.
I am totally, hugely missing Matilda. Work is stupid and boring and I hate it.
I can believe that. I wish there was something truly helpful to say.
My fever is up to 100 now and I have a headache. Feh.
I hope you get clear of this fever virus without as much trouble as the fellas have been having.
Aimee, I am very, very glad you were not hurt in your bumper-cars adventure.
Sparky, a trip to Paris sounds like a great reward for all the packing and unpacking. Hope you have a brilliant time.
Nothing big--lots of little nibbled-to-death-by-ducks stuff.
Hmm, I bet duck hunting is a great way for the whole gang of us to vent some stress.... Stupid ducks, needed killin' anyway.
In a completely different bodies-are-weird vein (oh, yes, I did that on purpose, you can kill me later), why are eyelashes not anchored into folicles as strongly as, say, arm hairs? I hate that every time I feel like I have something on my lash line like lint or a cat hair, and pull gently at it, several lashes come out. It's weird, because it always feels so good when it's happening, like I've made something that didn't belong there go away.
I've never lost more than 2 lbs in a week , 4 lbs over a month. But I lose inches. So I just decided that I gain muscle as fast as I lose fat. My proof - my lower legs actually grow. )( it is ok, they are pretty shapely. I thank my dad's genes for that) I don't really care if it is true. it keeps me going. Eating - well I was a very good eater until college. But my eating habits are much closer to what I ate growing up , and probbably better. However, if i eat poorly, I really eat poorly. So my stratagey at this point is to encourage my better eating habits. I'm looking to improve, not perfect.
and as for taxes we send them off to K, and yay! they get done.
I think I once lost damn near 20lbs in a DAY...
Then again, I WAS having a baby.
poor Matt . he flew out mon, came back last night. and seems to have a cold. when he came home tonight he looked very tired, I thought he would fall asleep 5 minutes after he got into th ebig chair. he said no, no... well he was right - it took 15 minutes.
I didn't keep track of things when I was reading today, because I was catching up on the phone, but:
Thanks for all the ~ma for my friend today. I don't know anything about the lump removed from her liver yet, because I haven't returned the phone call to her husband. I am a bad person and I am afraid I will cry on the phone, so I'll call him tomorrow.
Whoever said I should plan to give myself a break the day after a class ends, you're absolutely right, and I will from now on. I still had a little bit of tummy trouble today, but not quite as bad.
{{{JZ}}} I'm sorry that going back to work has been so stressful for you.
Very interesting diet talk today. I have been reading
You: On a Diet
and
The Best Life Diet
in the hopes of figuring out how to lose some weight, so I can ease some of the stress on my joints and hopefully be in less pain. So far, no weight loss though. I sucked at Weight Watchers, so I gave up on that.
Continued health~ma to the Cindy household.
~ma and hugs to anyone I missed.
Awww, thanks. Work isn't really stressful so much as boring (they took away almost all my really interesting job duties while I was away because nobody else could do them, and now they've all been farmed out to anonymous hospital-system-based transcriptionists and I'll never get them back), plus my beloved boss is now semi-retired and only there three or four days a week, and I just deeply resent being there.
It is lovely working with him, though -- yesterday we were in the clinic and doing our usual routine of him talking into the dictaphone while I fill things in and correct him every time he hesitates or stumbles, and I said, "Dear God, we're Colonel Blake and Radar" and he laughed until I thought he was going to choke on his uvula. But he's not around enough! And there isn't enough work even when he is around!
Interview for a different, more challenging and higher-paid job on Monday, and in the meantime they're scared of losing me so they may cobble together some new job duties and try to relabel me an Admin. Analyst, so it's not all gloom and misery.
Except that I still miss Matilda, who is getting so sweet and engaging and full of coos and gurgles and sly conspiratorial grins I can hardly bear it. Man, if we were Swedish or something (basically, any non-USian Western nation), I'd still have another year of maternity leave to go.
I am, too. I'm not sure how helpful the time frame is, though.
ETA: Oh, ok, not too far off.
vw, are you ok?
hi, guys. Um...just trying to check in with reality a bit. Having kind of a rough night.
