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[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.
Source of much amusement, a blog that posts bits from police blotters around the country: [link]
Erie County, NY
A woman reportedly parked her vehicle on Hamilton Road overnight and when she returned, it had been covered in marshmallow fluff, bologna and mustard.
Most new cast iron pans sold today come pre-seasoned and can be used right out of the box.
I own my dad's square cast iron "roaster" that he got from his mom. It's very unusual, being about 4 inches deep on the sides, with a heavy lid on top that has little spikes for directing drippings onto the roast or chicken.
Gronk. It is way too early. I've been at the theatre for close to 20 minutes aleady, and it's a 50 mile drive to get here.
Wrong like a wrong thing, Drew.
This [link] is probably waaay overboard as a housewarming present to myself, isn't it?
Heh. Those are almost as expensive as the real thing.
I love my cast iron skillet. I have absolutely no idea how old it is. It's been passed around my family for a while.
Now I just gotta get in bed early enough to wake up and drive to work before 8am... did I mention I am a night person??
Oh, omnis, I so feel your pain. I am a big night person, but with my job and (temporary) commute, I have to leave home at 6:30. The first 2 weeks truly sucked, but I'm getting used to it now. Last night, I fell asleep at 10 and woke up today at 8. Naturally. Which is so very strange for me, I can't even begin to explain it.
HI!!!!!!
Home Internet. Happy hapyy joy fucking joy.
Miss me? I missed y'all.
Lemme see....8/23 was my bday (I am 35 -- quelle WTF?!). School has started, I have been busy as hell, but it's been a fabulous start to the year and I love my job more than ever.
My birthday was wonderful.
Hec, I chopped 6 inches off my hair. Calm down. It's still bright red, but instead of hitting mid back, it's a nape-length in the back, chin-length in the front choppy, flippy messy bob. I love it.
I have finally -- FINALLY -- (knock on wood) gotten my finances much better order. I almost have my car back (3 weeks, tops; I've been carless since 12/16), I have paid off all 48 parking tickets and my student loan payment rehab program that I was paying more than my RENT for for the last 10 months just went down two days ago -- by almost 1/2. Almost $300.
I lost 10 pounds this summer, not even trying.
My depression is hugely under control.
Everything is...kinda awesome. Which means a large rusty anvil will prolly fall on my head as soon as I hit "post" but I don't fucking care. It just might be a glancing head wound.
How IS everyone?!
ERIN!!!! No anvils! Just Erinlove!