This is what I'm saying! Heck, I still don't have a plan.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Emmett is still planning on making it to the majors though. He's going to Cal on a baseball scholarship and then to the bigs.
That's a great plan. I don't recall having a plan at 10. By 12, I wanted to be a vet in a zoo. Erm...well, it didn't quite happen, but the plan was there.
I think that, at 10, I had just abandoned my plan to become an astronaut, because someone told me you can't be an astronaut if you need glasses. My new plan was to become a marine biologist.
To bed, at last, before I yawn my face off. Tomorrow will be a better day. G'night, all.
Bush pledges quick rebuild of Minneapolis bridge
The cynical side of me notes that the Republican National Convention is in Minneapolis next summer.
Quick compared to what? The hurricane Katrina rebuild?
I think 10 was still racetrack veterinarian. It was after I accepted that I was likely to be too tall to be a jockey, but while I was still obsessed with horses.
Ow. Stupid shoulder hurts. Can't get to sleep. Every way I try to lie down ends up pulling my arm or pushing my shoulder in some wrong direction.
I think at 10 I wanted to be a horse trainer. Because I was too tall to be a jockey.
vw, I'd say go for the DVDs if you want. The buzz I've heard from other parents is that nobody really buys the hype about their educational value -- their true worth is in their magical ability to keep babies and toddlers interested long enough for Mom to take a shower.