Plus bonus points for use of the word 'mosey'.

Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'


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.


sj - Nov 19, 2007 7:23:58 am PST #4736 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Has she mentioned anything that she's so glad to see/get (i.e. a kind of tea or candy bar )

We really haven't talked yet. Just quick e-mails for time and place for dinner. Tea might work. I think she used to like tea.


Vortex - Nov 19, 2007 7:26:21 am PST #4737 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

When I was in London, I missed random shit. Mostly food related, but some items like my pantyhose, etc.


Beverly - Nov 19, 2007 7:26:51 am PST #4738 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I'm cursed with the inability to sleep more than five or six consecutive hours. I fall right asleep, but once I wake up, I'm up. And I usually wake without an alarm. Things hurt too badly for me to stay in bed. I have to get up and ease achy bits, pay my morning respects, stumble into the shower, stumble out and wander around half-dressed while consuming coffee that either the timer-coffeemaker or one of the other humans has thoughtfully provided.

Verbal communication is unlikely and unreliable for at least an hour or two. I'm quite capable of driving, and performing physical tasks by rote--even some quite complex ones. It's just conversation or human interaction that's difficult. When I'm writing, the first two hours on arising are my most fertile time, as long as I don't have to talk to anybody or deal with math.


sj - Nov 19, 2007 7:28:48 am PST #4739 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I'm trying to think about RI things she might miss , but I'm having trouble thinking of things that she could take back with her. Coffee syrup, Del's lemonade, and clam chowder are not easily packable.


Beverly - Nov 19, 2007 7:31:40 am PST #4740 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

A RI charm she could wear as a pendant or put on a bracelet? It's small, wearable, and very personal.


Fred Pete - Nov 19, 2007 7:32:07 am PST #4741 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.

sj, seconding everyone else's thoughts on getting something she likes but may not be able to get in Italy. Another thought -- maybe a picture frame for photos of people back home, who she can't see very often.


Vortex - Nov 19, 2007 7:34:57 am PST #4742 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I'm quite capable of driving, and performing physical tasks by rote--even some quite complex ones.

yes, this. Although, I have to be careful if I'm going somewhere else besides work, because I will suddenly realize that I'm not paying attention and I should have turned left.


amych - Nov 19, 2007 7:39:15 am PST #4743 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Coffee syrup, Del's lemonade, and clam chowder are not easily packable.

*sob*


Steph L. - Nov 19, 2007 7:39:58 am PST #4744 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I guess I just hate shopping for my parents and siblings and nieces and nephews. I just never know what to get.

This year, I am the person everyone hates -- I'm already 95% finished with my Christmas shopping.

I should note that a BIG reason why that's so is because when I went to California earlier this year, I bought a case of wine, half of which I bought specifically to give as Christmas gifts. That took care of 4 people in one fell swoop (Mom + Stepdad; 2 close friends).


WindSparrow - Nov 19, 2007 8:03:29 am PST #4745 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I don't understand the people who can get up as soon as the alarm goes off. I have to hit snooze at least three times before I can drag myself out of bed. And that's down from eight or nine snoozes when I was a teenager, so I'm actually pretty proud. Boy can get up and be going as soon as he hears the first beep though.

When I was a teenager, my mother used to use the snooze button on her radio alarm clock repeatedly. As her radio was set to a volume louder than we kids were allowed to play ours at times when no one was sleeping, after the second snooze hit, I would get out of bed, go shut her alarm off, and threaten to not make her lunch if she didn't get up.

When I was in my twenties, I used to wake up and turn the alarm off between the time it clicked and the time it started to ring. Then I got sick while working full time and taking classes, and I ended up so wiped out that it was easier to lie there listening to the buzzing sound that it was to reach over and turn off the alarm, nevermind actually getting up and doing something productive.

If I don't need to eat before I leave, I can be up and out the door in 15 minutes. That includes showering and brushing my teeth. That does not include makeup.