I hear Disneyland is a popular choice these days.
Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.
Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
megan walker - Dec 17, 2007 6:49:43 pm PST #8795 of 10002
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Pix - Dec 17, 2007 6:49:45 pm PST #8796 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
It could be worse. My parents are in a box in my sister's basement because she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes. I've tried to be respectful of her reluctance to let go, but it has become quite ridiculous.Oh dear. Yes, that is worse. Yikes.
I just got home about 45 minutes ago after teaching a full day and tutoring at night and then scarfed down Indian takeout (nom nom nom). I'm supposed to read and grade 10 more essays tonight to get back on track for this week, and I really don't know how that's going to happen.
ETA:
Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.t stifling. inappropriate. laughter!
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 6:50:40 pm PST #8797 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Ooh my nephew got a steel guitar for his birthday. I'm chipping in with the money I would have spent on him for his birthday and Christmas. I think it will cover a couple of frets.
megan walker - Dec 17, 2007 6:51:23 pm PST #8798 of 10002
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Oh dear. Yes, that is worse. Yikes.
Truly. On the upside, it did make for an excellent clue when I couldn't get my friend to guess cemetary during a round of Taboo.
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 6:52:58 pm PST #8799 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
it did make for an excellent clue when I couldn't get my friend to guess cemetary during a round of Taboo.
Oh my goodness. If I had read that a couple seconds sooner I'd be dripping Mountain Dew out my nose right about now.
Pix - Dec 17, 2007 6:55:37 pm PST #8800 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Hee! Megan, you're on a roll.
And how the heck are you, btw? We haven't had a chance to catch up in forever.
ETA: And, unrelated, why do (Jilli-font) spiders keep biting me, dammit?
aurelia - Dec 17, 2007 6:59:32 pm PST #8801 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I don't want to be cremated. I want to be buried and rot as is right and natural. Then I am in the dirt with all my nitrogen enriching bits instead of air pollution and ashes.
Which takes me into another song. "Bury Me Deep" by Poi Dog Pondering.
megan walker - Dec 17, 2007 7:00:56 pm PST #8802 of 10002
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
And how the heck are you, btw? We haven't had a chance to catch up in forever.See, this is why you need to come north for a visit!
I've been pretty much out of commission since Thanksgiving. First, with food poisoning, then with the never-ending hacking cough from hell. I sincerely hope this means I won't pick up whatever I usually catch from my niece and nephew over Christmas.
Otherwise, I'm very happy in my new home and job. So far, I'm not missing teaching at all. Of course, maybe that's because I still have to think about all the planning and pedagogy that I loved, while not having any actual grading!
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 7:03:18 pm PST #8803 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Ooh Poi Dog. Screw "Tea for the Tillerman". Now I want "The Hardest Thing".
SuziQ - Dec 17, 2007 7:04:46 pm PST #8804 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My FIL was cremated and then we sprinkled him at sea. A lovely idea unless the wind turns and ends up blowing the ashes the wrong direction and you end up with a snork full. My nephew swears he got Pop's left big toe.
Donate me, burn me, and turn me into flower fertilizer. Unless you can figure a way to sprinkle me on a baseball field.