Happy Anniversary Pete & Jilli!
'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
Happy Anniversary to the House of Reason!
Happy Birthday, Daniel!
Happy Halloween and Samhain!
I recently (like, this week) learned that I have been pronouncing Samhain wrong in my head for forever.
I recently (like, this week) learned that I have been pronouncing Samhain wrong in my head for forever.
How've you been pronouncing it? It's the Irish word for November, so any other pronunciation than the one I know would be weird and exotic to me.
Happy Birthday, Daniel C. Jensen!
Happy Anniversary, House of Reason!
Happy House Day Sparky!
Happy Halloween!
backflung, d.
um. ok - we have managed to find one babysitter that sproglet seems excited about seeing, though she's @#@!@ 'spensive and we don't do it that much. Still, she seems pretty cool. except that she just mass-forwarded this (and included us on the email):
An athiest is trying to convert your young family members ... [link] check this link for more info and proof. This is about the new children's movie 'Golden Compass' which is about to be released starring Nicole Kidman. The release in our theaters is set for December 7, 2007. The movie is from a trilogy of books written by an atheist with the intent of persuading young children into believing in his anti-religious views. I understand that in the end of the trilogy, the children kill God and everyone can then do as they please.
um. Do I email her back and say 'please respect the fact that ...' or just ignore it?
What is Samhain? I know the word but not what it means.
eta: except that it means November in Irish.
Do I email her back and say 'please respect the fact that ...' or just ignore it?
I would e-mail her back, but I have little tolerance for fear-mongering, pre-judging, and mass-emailing.
It's Hallowe'en in Irish too. I think in ye olde days it was a festival for the beginning of winter.
ETA - what Dana said about the e-mailing.
She's a teenager, right? It's a good time for her to learn about netiquette (don't like that word!). Perhaps you can explain, nicely, that not everyone thinks the same and regardless, you try to keep your inbox limited to actual information only.
Happy anniversary, House Of Reason!
Skippity-skipping today. Mucho exhausted from work - the weekends I work, I have to go in five or six hours earlier than weekday shifts, and no amount of trying to get to bed early works out for me. So I stumble through my weekends, and sleep hard Monday morning to make up for it. Well, this past Sunday, I ended up staying an extra 4 hours so someone else could go home sick. Then I had to go in an hour and a half early on Monday to free up the supervisor to rest up for doing the overnight as we are once again shorthanded. It also meant that I was working the shift alone. Also I had PMS, and the only way I made it through the shift was to tell myself that if I survived and got everything done, then I could watch Dancing with the Stars with the clients. Also, Tuesday I had to go in early again, and my period started. Oh, boy, was I glad to see the part-timer (whose attendance has been more interesting than reliable) actually show up yesterday afternoon. And, thank the Powers that when she is there, she runs full throttle.
And so this morning found me swearing and wanting to punch the OneStopPlus.com website for repeatedly TALKING VERY LOUDLY at me, when I was trying to be subtle and get a gift cert. for Daniel on the QT. Mind you, this was what I had decided to do, beforehand, but didn't want to put it in the works too soon, as I wanted him to get it today. It's just that last night I was too wiped out to manage it then. I actually went to bed early, by which I mean 1am, last night.
Harvey, who slept on my pillow last night, is PuRRRRRRRing insistently now. Sammie, bless her furry little heart, is steering clear of me for a while. As she fumbled herself while attempting to hop up onto the desk earlier, she managed to accidentally hook a very sharp little claw into a highly sensitive portion of my anatomy, resulting in me yelping in surprise, followed by bringing out the nail clippers. Poor little spaz. And poor little nipple. Ouch.
Since I actually have tonight off, I am faced with the choice of buying a bunch of candy to hand out to adorably dressed little beggars while barring the cats access to the door, or turning out the lights and snuggling up with the cats and a book.
Did I mention that I fired off an email to the OneStopPlus.com people in which I substituted a torrent of verbiage for the cussing I was thinking?
x-posty.