I kid I used to babysit pronounced my name as this weird slur of sounds that ended up kind of like "Irry." That eventually became Hirry and then Hirrary, but it took a few years before he could consistently get all the Ls and Rs in the right spots. There was a while when it was Hirraly.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!
Bwah!
OK, I've ordered a freakin' bathing suit from Lands' End. I hope they have enough fabric to cover me. Feh. At least they're on sale.
Now I'm going to bed to have nightmares about Owen being in that scene from Pet Sematary with a semi truck hurtling towards him while I run after him screaming his name.
The word that I pronounced most clearly when I was a little kid was "Asshole!" Actually, I'm not sure I've changed that much.
JZ - insent.
Kids sure need constant supervision, even when it makes our hearts pound and give us nightmares. Those moments are balanced by the moments that melt our hearts. Like when a teenager asks you to chaperone a field trip. Or when your youngest still crawls up in your lap for a snuggle - even when he is almost 11 years old.
This morning she wanted me to diagnose across 500 miles why her printer kept saying "cover open."
"Because it's broken. Buy a new one."
If one was in the same town, one might say, "I'll come over and jam something in the sensor." But from 500 miles? NSM.
My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!
It's like the new "I've fallen and I can't get up."
The word that I pronounced most clearly when I was a little kid was "Asshole!" Actually, I'm not sure I've changed that much.
My brother ran around calling everyone who pissed him off "fudders". My folks were able to pass it off as baby talk.
Not so much my sister, who has yet to live down her two year old tirades of "bitchy fucker bitchy!'
A friend of mine has a mom who was a total hippy chick. She taught my friend's daughter all sorts of words that maybe could have waited until later. Once his daughter (who as about two) walked naked into her parents' room, pointed to her crotch and said, "Pussy hurts." Then she said, "Kiss it." And then she got frustrated when her parents just couldn't stop laughing.
I need to make an appointment to get the gray colored again.
And you need to take it out of Owen's future allowance. Yikes!
So much this. Also admitting that, yes, I do have asthma helped. A lot, actually.
Ya THINK!?!?
Not so much my sister, who has yet to live down her two year old tirades of "bitchy fucker bitchy!'
that is screamingly funny
I'm up! I'm up!
Anyone else around?
Ok. Signing off so I can put the computer in the bag. I'll probably be dark grey for the next couple of weeks. If you need to reach me, my contact info is in my LJ (or e-mail me at profile addy).