YAY for houseage, Aimee!! WOOT!
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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.
YAY for houseage, Aimee!! WOOT!
Wow, I so read that as "YAY for hostage," and was wondering what I'd missed.
Apart from George Clooney, that is.
Yay for Imperial Miracleborn freedom!
Aimee, I'll be up to take a bath visit soon!
Wow, I so read that as "YAY for hostage,"
I'm still waiting for the LA contingent to kidnap me.
Please. I just got a message from someone in the office about cornholing. I'm afraid to open the message.
Congrats, Aimee! Excellent news.
Please. I just got a message from someone in the office about cornholing. I'm afraid to open the message.
It's a sport similar to horseshoes. Appalachian in origin in this country and experiencing a resurgence (at least here in the Midwest.) My uncle makes cornhole platforms and we've played it at every family cookout this year.
Hey, peeps, I'm trying to lay out a tricky quilt. What do we think of this: [link]
Congratulations to all the Miracleborns. Birthday wishes and housing freedom! Good on ya.
ChiKat, I posted an took off...
groom reached under the marital bed and pulled out a shot gun
Ummm...wow. That's just terrifying. My brother also has his masters in pastoral counseling, but from a Baptist seminary. He's a lot more fundy than me, but not as scary as some I've met/am related to.
There were some pretty scary characters in my program at Loyola, to be sure.
I'm not actually Christian. I went the pastoral counseling route because I wanted to be able to sit with anyone, no matter what their spiritual bent...or lack there of. Since faith and/or religion can be both a balm and a bane, it just makes sense to me to understand where folks are coming from.
Happy Birthday Aimee!!!!!
You got my watch for your birthday! Very nice. And the Victorian. Much nicer.
I got housework done last night, again, and got another bag of clothes ready to go to Salvation Army. I'm kind of hoping that by the end of the month, I might have an apartment that's clean and organized. Whoah! I'm getting kind of elated, even though I tripped in the garage while doing laundry and killed my knee. It seems better today though.
I'm crediting very little sleep and lots of coffee for this transformation. Not that very little sleep and lots of coffee ever did this for me before.