In case there was any doubt, Plei totally rocks! The blog you linked to earlier is perfectly what I was looking for. I started reading it from the beginning and her Spina Bifida seems to be of equal severity to mine and reading her first few entries has already answered a bunch of questions. Thank you!
Buffy: Dancing with you is way better than trying to hook up with some good-looking guy. Xander: I think I liked it more when you were kicking me in my puffy groin.
'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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 - May 05, 2008 1:42:55 pm PDT #7798 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Strix - May 05, 2008 1:44:59 pm PDT #7799 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I don't think I'd be very tasty right now. I'm like one of those stressed-out veal calves.
Erin's no tasty free-range chicken right now!
Thanks, JZ. I can't even remember who of my meatspace friends knows about all the various craptastic things right now, so I'm all like "And then I have to get surgery/update my resume..." and people are all "Brwha?"
I am making jambalaya and washing all my bedstuff. I will slounge in vanilla lavender scented comfort! (Although, in all reality, I'll be back in a week, and it will probably smell like pissed-off cat.)
Pix - May 05, 2008 1:45:54 pm PDT #7800 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Vortex, I have no solutions for you, but the idea that you wouldn't get to choose your own assistant bugs the heck out of me.
sj, I don't have any references to offer you, but tons of ~ma in dealing with the whole process. Sometimes the research is as exhausting as the rest.
Erin, tons and tons of surgery~ma and job~ma. You should definitely threadsuck and bask in the righteous Buffista anger at the way you've been treated. I'm so glad you're kids are being sweet.
Susan, my experience is limited, but I have heard what Ginger said--start the anti-nausea drugs early and stay on them late.
Laura, I am in complete agreement about what everyone said about the letter. You are being incredibly diplomatic in a very difficult situation. I really liked Vortex's revision of that one paragraph, fwiw.
JZ, despite work insanity, I'm so happy that your actual work environment is turning out to be positive.
P.M. Marc - May 05, 2008 1:49:09 pm PDT #7801 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
In case there was any doubt, Plei totally rocks! The blog you linked to earlier is perfectly what I was looking for. I started reading it from the beginning and her Spina Bifida seems to be of equal severity to mine and reading her first few entries has already answered a bunch of questions. Thank you!
Yay!
My Google-fu is occasionally good for something!
sj - May 05, 2008 1:51:04 pm PDT #7802 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My Google-fu is occasionally good for something!
My Google-fu sucks. I've been looking for weeks on and off and never came across that blog. The other links on her site are also very helpful.
NoiseDesign - May 05, 2008 1:52:38 pm PDT #7803 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Can someone please smite a few key people at Disney for me?
Ginger - May 05, 2008 1:54:23 pm PDT #7804 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Also, the entire thing is overlaid with a strong stench of math and accounting.
Try vinegar.
Pix - May 05, 2008 1:56:13 pm PDT #7805 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Alas, I can't smite them. My body has been (somewhat unsuccessfully) smiting the pneumonia for two weeks, and I think that I am all smited out. I can offer hugs. I'll leave the smiting to the experts.
So I left work at noon today, nearly fell asleep on the way home, and then crashed for a two-hour nap. Apparently I'm still sick.
ETA: Did anyone else giggle at this x-post?
NoiseDesign: Can someone please smite a few key people at Disney for me?
Ginger: Try vinegar.
sj - May 05, 2008 1:57:36 pm PDT #7806 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
JZ, good luck with the job transition.
JZ - May 05, 2008 1:59:29 pm PDT #7807 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Complete randomness:
When Hec was reporting on Emmett's baseball game from the weekend, he forgot to mention the most comically heartwrenching part of the game. Early on, in maybe the second inning, one of Emmett's teammates got drilled in the arm by a wild pitch. Not very badly, but bad enough that he dropped to his knees whimpering and David had to come out, help him up, give him a hug, and help him walk it off.
What Matilda saw: Someone vaguely Emmett's height, wearing Emmett's baseball clothes, sitting down crying and then getting helped to his feet and hugged by Daddy.
Her hysterical meltdown was epic. I had to rush her to the dugout so she could see Emmett, perfectly well and in the middle of strapping on his catcher's gear. She clung and clung to him, patting his face and crying; then she clung to David; and finally she was with great difficulty peeled away from both of them just in time for them to take the field.
Thank GOD that when Emmett actually did take a forearm to the nose near the end of the game, she was off at the toddler playground, or she'd still be attached to him right this minute.