Okay, that is levels and levels of suck and wrong, Vortex.
Hey, Aimee. How are you doing?
My heart expands / 'tis grown a bulge in't / inspired by / your beauty effulgent.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Cass - Mar 19, 2007 5:09:26 am PDT #1374 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Aims - Mar 19, 2007 5:10:49 am PDT #1375 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Thanks guys, and thanks Frank. I hope so, too.
Michigan has been ... well, sucktastic with suckass topping. My mom has been tranqued to the gills since Friday night. She competely lost Saturday - had no idea what day it was this morning. She's doubling up on her Ativan and has been having friends (who don't know of her bipolar meds) bring her sleeping pills. My dad hid them. I want to yell at her and tell her that Gramma would be fucking pissed, but she wouldn't hear me anyway. I just want to go home at this point where I can grieve and have someone else take care of me instead of vice versa.
At least I was able to file for my umemployment....
Scrappy - Mar 19, 2007 5:14:11 am PDT #1376 of 10003
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Oh, poor Aims. How awful for you.
Connie Neil - Mar 19, 2007 5:16:08 am PDT #1377 of 10003
brillig
The Great Buffista Hug Amoeba needs to go to Michigan.
Cashmere - Mar 19, 2007 5:16:54 am PDT #1378 of 10003
Now tagless for your comfort.
{{{Aimee}}}
Nora Deirdre - Mar 19, 2007 5:17:09 am PDT #1379 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Aimee, I'm so sorry. That sounds horrible.
How long are you out there for?
Aims - Mar 19, 2007 5:17:55 am PDT #1380 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm here til tomorrow night.
The will reading was this morning and she didn't even go. She's just not functioning. I'm trying very hard not to be judgemental of my mom and how she's handling this horrid awfulness, but ... well, she's not even facing it or coping or grieving. She's just numbing herself to all outside forces and it makes me mad.
Amy - Mar 19, 2007 5:18:21 am PDT #1381 of 10003
Because books.
Yay for a good weekend, Ailleann!
Aimee, I'm so, so sorry. I wish I was there to really hug you. When are you heading home?
sj - Mar 19, 2007 5:44:04 am PDT #1382 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Congratulations, billytea!!! The pictures and your bride are both beautiful!
{{{{{{Aimee}}}}}}
~ma to Toto.
Beverly - Mar 19, 2007 5:46:48 am PDT #1383 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Belated but heartfelt congratulations to GC and GF! And also to Laura and Brendon. That's a fabulous meet-cute story, with a happily-in-progress middle.
Hil, I loved the inappropriate bear stories! I'd think, with a little judicious seam-ripping, that most of them could be made appropriate. How silly of the donors, though, to give bears so actually inappropriate.
Also belatedly, waving at an all-too-rare-appearing ChiKat. Sorry I missed you, but it was nice to know you'd not forgotten us!
Very cute SA--makes the glasses look good!
BT! The pictures are stunning! You and Wallybee are both gorgeous people, and the costume changes are wonderful. May you both be as incredibly happy as you look in the pictures for a very, very long time!
::makes doll in likeness of plasterer manager person. does rude and unspeakable things to it on Vortex's behalf. tucks Vortex onto the comfy sofa with a soft blanket, a cup of tea, chocolate, gourmetish coffee or whatever her choice of warm soothing drink, and a pile of dvds of her choice. turns off phone ringers. leaves. or lingers in case she needs something else, whichever is prefered::
Aimee, love. Can I tuck you up on a comfy sofa with a soft blanket and a soothing drink, too? Hugs, at least?