Oooh, I'm totally qualified for this: [link] Except that it's a pure research job, and I'm pretty sure I'd go nuts.
You were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture.
Giles ,'Selfless'
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.
Hil R. - Jan 31, 2008 10:46:20 pm PST #4953 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
omnis_audis - Jan 31, 2008 10:54:27 pm PST #4954 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
too cute! [link]
Hil R. - Jan 31, 2008 11:05:48 pm PST #4955 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Hee. That kid's adorable. And a tiny bit frightening.
SuziQ - Feb 01, 2008 12:16:49 am PST #4956 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Gronkies
Have been woken up about every 20 minutes with the dog going NUTS barking. Nothing visible out the front window to set him off, so I kept trying to go back to bed.
Gave up on that about a half hour ago. Realized that I kept hearing truck noises, almost like garbage truck, but not. And then there was that beep-beep-beep of a truck in reverse. WTF it is 1am in the morning.
I finally threw on my shoes and a jacket and walked around the corner to see what was going on. There is a full fledged construction site in the middle of the street behind me. Big lights and big trucks from EBMUD (water district). Gah, not like that noise is going to stop soon. And now I'm WIDE FREAKING AWAKE.
Want. Sleep.
SuziQ - Feb 01, 2008 1:28:09 am PST #4957 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Snarl, stooopid trucks and construction still going. still awake. Not cool.
hippocampus - Feb 01, 2008 2:48:16 am PST #4958 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Sox, I may COMM the unravelling line.
awww - thanks Andi.
SuziQ is me, without the dog barking. AUGH. Not enough gronk in the world this morning.
brenda m - Feb 01, 2008 3:10:23 am PST #4959 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I first thought you were saying you had thrown up on your shoes, Suzi. So, um, could be worse?
Sparky1 - Feb 01, 2008 3:28:05 am PST #4960 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
GC, I wish you and GF and her family all the best. When members of my DHs family have passed away, the folks arranging the burials were very helpful w/r/t memorial possibilities, and it has always been my DH who felt the need to stand up and say something. You might find there is a family member or a friend willing to take the lead who hasn't made themselves known, yet -- so I'd suggest asking.
{{Suzi}} Are you working from home today? I hope?
Yesterday we got a real diagnosis for the puppy: Giardia has been what's causing all of her GI problems. Fortunately, the antibiotic she's been on for the past week should take care of it.
Miracleman - Feb 01, 2008 4:06:18 am PST #4961 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
{{GC and GF}}
In other news, I have successfully travelled to my crappy job through SNOWPOCALYPSE!!!
You know what would make a lot of sense? If a state that gets a fair amount of snow would be prepared to plow the roads when it inevitably, you know...snows.
I wish I lived in a state like that.
Fred Pete - Feb 01, 2008 4:11:10 am PST #4962 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Many sympathies, Gloomcookie and family. Choosing an officiant (or any participant) at a memorial service can be tricky in unexpected ways. For years, my Grandma Z made it very clear that she wanted me (her oldest grandchild, and the only one with anything even remotely resembling voice training) to sing her favorite hymn at her funeral. But when she died (I was 17), I was too broken up to do so. And it still took the entire family the full three days between her death and her funeral to talk me out of it.