Mal: That's not what I saw. You like to tell me what really happened? Book: I surely would. And maybe someday I will.

'Safe'


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.


juliana - Aug 03, 2007 7:51:04 am PDT #9844 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

YAY Glen going home!

d, much ~ma for your father. I hope he gets better quickly.

{{{{Kristin & Drew}}}} Yay for flowers, but boo on mothers' continued health issues. Much ~ma for y'all.

A commemorative PLATE?

I have to know: was it red?

::sporfle::

If I do have a daughter, I'll take her clothes-shopping when she gets her period. Or let her get her ears pierced. Something to mark it, without shouting it from the rooftops.

Yay for billytea and Wallybee and their property-owning!

"M does not lack for words." Ya think?

SNERK.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEENA!!!

In motorcycle news, I rode her home last night. I also dumped her - but the choice was between hitting someone who decided to flip a U on a busy street going uphill (Columbus, and if I ever find that jackass in the Beamer...) or skewing to a stop. So I skewed and I dumped. Fine, no problem, got it over with. My reaction to the dumping is what I need to work on - total rookie panic. But - she's fine, I'm fine, the engine guard took the brunt of it, and she's parked in front of my place now. Martin went gaga over her - THAT was cute.

I need to name her, though. So far "Puppy" ('cause she's a Shadow) and "Sam" ('cause she's big and stubborn) have presented themselves.


Deena - Aug 03, 2007 7:51:04 am PDT #9845 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Thanks lisah!

sj, I found it. You really shouldn't have, but thank you.


Deena - Aug 03, 2007 7:53:35 am PDT #9846 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

raisin bran crunch with blueberries:

I missed the need for ma.

d, ~ma for your dad, and Kristin, ~ma for your mom.

and thank you Juliana!

Now I have to get back to work for a bit. I'll pop back in again later.


vw bug - Aug 03, 2007 7:55:09 am PDT #9847 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

EeeGads, do I love this fabric/project! [link]

ETA: This is what I'm making with it: [link]


brenda m - Aug 03, 2007 7:58:27 am PDT #9848 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Happy Birthday, Deena! So nice to see you around these parts.

Rationally, I knew it was going to be fine, because my boss and I communicate on a daily basis, but there's still a niggling worry that one of these days they'll figure out that I'm a fraud.

Had mine yesterday, and I think it was the first one I ever went into without that feeling.


Daisy Jane - Aug 03, 2007 7:59:51 am PDT #9849 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Happy birthday, Deena!

Uhm, this morning, I was cleaning out an email that I rarely ever look at and some of y'all had emailed me a long time ago. I am a dolt.


Stephanie - Aug 03, 2007 8:06:19 am PDT #9850 of 10001
Trust my rage

So I skewed and I dumped.

My husband, who's a pretty decent rider, says you aren't a qualified, "real" motorcyclist until you've dumped your bike. So, I"m glad you go that out of the way quickly and I hope people stop being so stupid.


Stephanie - Aug 03, 2007 8:06:37 am PDT #9851 of 10001
Trust my rage

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEENA!!


Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2007 8:12:21 am PDT #9852 of 10001
brillig

I wasn't sure when I'd see you here, Deena, so I dropped a birthday greeting over in LJ.

t maximal hugs


Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2007 8:13:11 am PDT #9853 of 10001
brillig

My husband, who's a pretty decent rider, says you aren't a qualified, "real" motorcyclist until you've dumped your bike

Does it count if you're the passenger? We hit black ice when trying to avoid an idiot and went down. I had to use the bumper of the minivan that had skidded to a halt behind us to balance to get myself up.