William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
So you're saying you're not a living disability diorama, but actually a person? Huh. Well in that case, I guess I can see why it would bug.
When I was Em's age or thereabouts, I went up to a black woman carrying a baby on the bus and excitedly told her "I have a chocolate baby too!" because I had a black baby doll at home. I'm not sure my mother ever recovered from that one.
One of the things that always strikes me about you o_a is that when I think of you the crutches are the thing that define you the least in my mind. It's always been that way.
Owen's yell of "Wake up, Grandma!" at her funeral
Oh, that makes me want to futz with his hair and kiss him on the forehead.
The one time (so far) that Mallory has made me wonder if I should cringe was with a dude in a wheelchair. He said something along the lines of "Mommy, that man has wheels!" I said "Yes, he's sitting in a wheelchair." Mallory said, "And he can go vrroooommm!" and made a swooping motion with his hand.
At which point the guy's lip twitched in a smile, so I did the smile/nod thing at him and kept going, for fear Mal would ask the guy for a ride. Or demand that his chair transform into Optimus Prime.
His friends are a pretty mixed-race group, which I hadn't really thought about until we were playing alphabet games the other day, and he said, "K is for Khasan, and G is for Gianni, and Y is for Yah-wei."
There seems to be this new thing with certain well-read parents that there are conversations which ought to be had, and so I'm often a springboard for, like, The Crip Conversation. Which somehow makes me twitchy, like I'm on a list of Formative Moments or something, and I didn't prepare, or anything. It's weirder too because that's a conversation completely led by the parents: "Oh, um, Snotleigh was just curious about your chair," when that was not the vibe I really get from from little S. herself. It's like they are crossing off Broken People are Really Okay too and they are good to go till she sees the neighbor kid's penis.(edited to put in "kid" so it's not such a heavy context) Somehow it bugs me to be instructive.
A world of agreement to this. Please do not take your kid up to me and ask me to explain to them why I walk funny, especially if I don't know you.
For me it depends on how old the kid is who says something to me. I think school aged children should have learned better, but toddlers don't bother me. It also bugs me if a child is repeatedly and loudly drawing attention to me while their parents pretend to ignore them.
I got a new phone today. Like landline phone. New number, all that jazz. I haven't given the number to anyone and I've already had five calls.
Sounds like having your name put on the do not call list should be part of the package when getting a phone, Victor.
So glad I don't have a landline anymore.
Can't you do that online nowadays somehow?