I hear you, Laura. I am wearing a thick sweatshirt, THAT"S how chilly it is here in Cali.
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Tom, I won't be able to check that link until tomorrow, but thanks.
Key West decided to make it easier on us by being rainy and windy today. We leave in a few hours.
The rain was a beautiful and welcome thing, except it had been so long that DH left a bunch of his tools in the driveway to get soaked. Maybe he should do that more often.
Snerk. I'm reading a review of the Israeli version of Avenue Q. The review itself is in English, but leaves several untranslated Hebrew quotes of the lyrics. As far as I can tell from my not-so-great Hebrew, "If You Were Gay" now includes a line that translates as something like "It's OK if you have chosen the lyings of a man," using the same construction as the biblical "You shall not lie with a man the lyings of a woman," and "The Internet is For Porn" contains, within a single line, references to Onan and the Garden of Eden. (Something like, "The internet, it's simple, is a garden of Eden for Onans." I think.)
I recall reading a quote from someone, when Hebrew was starting to take shape as a modern language, that he'd been studying a biblical passage that included the phrase "Seek Justice!" and then walked outside to see an ad that used the same word and construction for "Seek Ice Cream!" Wonder what he'd think of this.
t edit: changed my tagline. Because it's making me giggle.
Hey, all. Totally skipped, not even skimmed. I have been off for a couple of days -- Thursday, snow day(!!) and then Friday cause I got this nasty head cold with a sore throat -- so sore, I thought I might be heading into strep or tonsilitis, but happily, no.
I drowned the cold germs in my patent pending chicken broth/lemon/Fuckload O' Garlic sippin' med, and lots of Naked juices, and hot tea, and I have pretty much whupped its ass, except for being a little sniffly and coughy. Go, team me. I was afraid I would feel asstastic all weekend.
Now I have hard-core cabin fever and I think I will brave the cold (seriously) and start up the car and go find some food that's NOT toast, fruit or chicken broth.
On the upside, I stepped on the scale this AM and figured out I have lost about 15-20 pounds in the last 9 months. (Approximate, cause my scale is OOOLLLDDD, and I haven't been weighing myself at all.) Woo and hoo.
I have also paid bills. Weird. I am being really fiscally responsible in 2008. (hey, don't laugh. It's a New Thing for me.)
Am I finally....(gulp)...Growing Up?
Go Erin with the sexy maturity.
You were on my mind all night last night, incidentally. JZ was watching her My So Called Life extras on the DVD set, and the creator of the show, Winnie Holzman, looks a lot like you.
Though you are way more stylish and prettier.
Winnie with her husband Paul Dooley (aka, the dad from Breaking Away)
Go Erin!
Thank you for the weather reports. It is putting the perspective on the damp, semi-rain day we are having.
I am now sitting outside in the cool wind. I'm waiting for my comrades to return from the last seminar that I chose not to attend. As much as I adore these three co-workers, I'm ready for a break from them. They are so LA in some ways: judgmental, impatient, prone to not understanding why I always tip 20% even when the service is just okay, peppering everyone they meet with questions and then being annoyed when not everyone wants to talk... Don't get me wrong, they are three of the most generous, funny, and fun people I know, but our travel styles are extremely different. I am sure they are extremely sick of my boring, stick-in-the-mud ways, too, but I just don't like being a tourist like that.
I'm ready to come home.
Oh lordy, just got home from a night out with some friends. I swear I am still drunk. Think I'm going to stumble to the shower and then nap...
Safe travel home, Kristin. DH was ready to drive down and see you. (he is always willing to go to the keys) The 4 hour drive each way didn't seem to sway him. The house full of teen and work load to do kept this from happening.
When you visit Florida next time you need to be closer than 3 hours to the north or 4 hours to the south!