I'm just waiting to see if I pass out. Long story.

Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'


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.


juliana - Dec 27, 2007 10:15:33 am PST #9934 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

I'm going to start taking pictures of those little mini sculptures and do a flickr stream of them.

You totally should.

Owen! Don't interrupt Mommy when she's yoga-ing!

I gotta say, though I'll try to avoid using United at all costs, United Express (regional service) was very nice, pretty on-time, and the Canadair 50-seater jet was not nearly as scary as the prop(eller) planes they used to use.


tommyrot - Dec 27, 2007 10:16:07 am PST #9935 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

When I was standing in line watching flights getting cancelled out of Cleveland recently, I sort of uttered, "Oh, I'm so fucked" out loud and this little, old lady standing in line next to me looked at me and sighed, "oh, we ALL are, Honey." Which made me laugh and reply, "at least I'm in good company."

There's something just endearing about the combination of little old ladies and profanity....


lisah - Dec 27, 2007 10:16:22 am PST #9936 of 10002
Punishingly Intricate

I tried out a yoga class finally and really, really enjoyed it.

YO-GA YO-GA YOGA!!!

But alas, Owen had a meltdown in childcare and I had to leave and calm him down--which totally blew my relaxation vibe.

He's 3ish, right? There was a story in the Sun paper today about how, actually, 3 is way harder than 2 for a lot of parents. It's fairly content free but at least you know you aren't alone!

[link]


Daisy Jane - Dec 27, 2007 10:22:56 am PST #9937 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

You totally should.

They are hilarious (maybe only to me), these little elaborate stackings of napkins, cigarettes, matches and coasters.


omnis_audis - Dec 27, 2007 10:37:27 am PST #9938 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

my office is FREEZING. Hard to type, it's so chilly. The air isn't even on, so it's not like I can turn it off. And some dumbass (looks in mirror) told operations years ago to not allow this unit to do heat, cuz they couldn't figure out how to not make it 'maintain' a temperature, thus pouring out heat into the equipment racks when it wasn't wanted/needed. Of course, the equipment isn't on now.... brrrrrrr...

/1st world gripe


askye - Dec 27, 2007 11:03:40 am PST #9939 of 10002
Thrive to spite them

So far I have not gotten a call about the job. I'm going to assume it's busy at the other business and not freak out until Monday.


Fred Pete - Dec 27, 2007 11:38:56 am PST #9940 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.

It was a busy afternoon. But only 10 posts in over 3.5 hours?

It is a quiet holiday season.


Laura - Dec 27, 2007 12:06:27 pm PST #9941 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

My time would have been better spent hanging here. I have accomplished pretty close to nothing on my list today.


Nora Deirdre - Dec 27, 2007 1:12:27 pm PST #9942 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I am home!!! Thank jebus.


JZ - Dec 27, 2007 1:17:54 pm PST #9943 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Does an appointment at the Genius Bar cost money?

Nope, but the proposed solutions to whatever problem brought you there usually will. Though sometimes stuff just gets inexplicably fixed for free. I brought Hec's iPod in to the Genius Bar a couple of weeks ago after it had been stubbornly refusing to do anything but be a very dead and very expensive paperweight for over a month. The iPod genius ran a diagnostic thingie on it, proclaimed it dead and basically unfixable, gave me a list of expensive options and handed it back to me. When I returned its corpse to Hec, it suddenly started working again.

Matilda update: She has started tantruming, so far all fashion-related meltdowns. Two nights ago she got her tiny mitts on a Coach bag my dad had gotten for me, and spent an hour toddling around the living room trying to get the strap to stay on her shoulder and crying with frustration when it wouldn't (also crying with rage when Hec tried to take it away from her). Last night she dug through her outgrown stuff, found a pair of tiny black patent shoes, and presented them to Hec insisting that he put them on her. They completely didn't fit, whereupon she melted down again.

Matilda tantrums happen thusly: Her knees buckle, she swoons, she puts her forehead to the floor, and then she weeps forlornly. It's really kind of funny. Or possibly I am callous and strange.

Bad, bad Owen, interrupting Mommy's yoga!