Ok, Sparky, that student is stupid.
Um. I think that's all.
Oh, wait! Thanks for all the congrats!
Played with Kaylee. Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
River ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
vw bug - Jun 12, 2007 1:20:02 pm PDT #2313 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
sj - Jun 12, 2007 2:11:07 pm PDT #2314 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We just finished cleaning out the old apartment and we're done except for the unpacking, which I'm ignoring right now. Tonight we have leftover Chinese food and a bottle of prosecco for dinner.
Amy - Jun 12, 2007 2:20:36 pm PDT #2315 of 10001
Because books.
I was very skimmy, because, like Cindy, the Baby!Alter news made me giddy. Yay for imminent sprog!
I have no idea what I just skimmed. Cold meds are serious stuff.
Daisy Jane - Jun 12, 2007 2:24:06 pm PDT #2316 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
If y'all are tired of the saga of L, totally skip this.
So. Jackass is being waaaay over the top melodramatic now. Sending the texts from last night ("I just need to rip my soul out and see what's there.") and whiney emails today. One such message went something like, "I just feel so alone and like I have nobody to talk to."
So, L called bullshit. She downloaded the phone calls to the house, found a repeating number for all the times she was gone. I used google fu, and apparently while he's been "soo alone [he] feel[s] like blowing [his] brains out, he has not been feeling so awful as to not find time to talk to a 28 year old administrative assistant who lives down the street from the bar he manages and apparently likes to talk on the phone at all hours of the night.
It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.
d - Jun 12, 2007 2:33:25 pm PDT #2317 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.I love this phrase SOOO much.
I kept wondering when Jess was due... hope labor is going well. BABY!
Cashmere - Jun 12, 2007 2:44:01 pm PDT #2318 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Poor thing, there 6 hours and no room
No kidding! Are there laboring women stacked up in the halls?
Some hospitals put pregnant women in a triage area until they're actively laboring (or right up until they're ready to deliver). With Liv, I labored for HOURS in a teeny, stupid room behind a nurses' desk in the maternal triage area. They moved me into an L&D room about 6 hours after we got to the hospital. I disliked the setup because it was so different from what I had with Owen but I wasn't in mood to argue.
Amy - Jun 12, 2007 2:54:28 pm PDT #2319 of 10001
Because books.
Poor thing, there 6 hours and no room
No kidding! Are there laboring women stacked up in the halls?
Yikes. I missed that. Poor Jess.
Easiest ever was my L&D with Ben -- we were in a small town in Wyoming with only a 40-bed hospital. I showed up around 6 a.m., and there was no one else in OB. Poor Ben looked very lonely in the nursery later, though.
JZ - Jun 12, 2007 2:59:59 pm PDT #2320 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I was all alone in L&D when I got there after my water broke, and by the time I was pushing a day and a half later the unit was full and my doctor was sprinting back and forth between me and two other women.
Good times, good times.
And thanks for the updates, Laura, though I do hope Fone Bone gets a chance to be dogpiled with squeeing and a billion frantic/eager questionsquickly check in here.
amych - Jun 12, 2007 3:01:53 pm PDT #2321 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm no Fone, but the latest from Jess's twitter:
No beds. Came home. More later.
Cashmere - Jun 12, 2007 3:05:18 pm PDT #2322 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
No beds. Came home. More later.
Ouch. That sucks.