Topsail is a great beach !
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
I would repack, omnis. Moving stuff from medium boxes into small won't take a lot of time and effort, but medium boxes packed full of books and CDs will be very heavy indeed. Even if you are hiring movers, just shoving them out of your way in the mean time will have you cursing their heaviness continually.
I have a new bike!
Stephanie, we borrowed the Amby from Susan. Lillian slept in it for 7 months, until she learned to keep herself awake right around the time of her first cold.
It's been mostly cosleeping since, sadly.
I have a new bike!
Oooh, pretty!
Carbon fiber, damn, girl, serious!
shinny!
In my occasional surfing through dominionist/patriarchal Christian websites, I came across this: [link]
13-year-old boy who, now that he's become a man, is totally prepared to go down with the ship, should he ever find himself in a sinking ship with an inadequate number of lifeboats.
I think I was just that earnest and idealistic through most of my teen years and even into my early 20's, but I hate to see it channeled through that particular worldview...
Carbon fiber, damn, girl, serious!
Yes, it was a very pretty penny got spent today. I'm excited though! My friend and I have talked about doing a century ride (100 miles) this fall on the Eastern Shore, and it would be nice to join lisah for the Ride for the Feast next year.
I like that it's a frame I can grow in to, plus, it's my favorite color, purple!
I'm scared to look at Susan's link.
I'm sitting in Chestnut Hill, debating about whether to go back to the restaurant I had dinner at for the DJ, or to climb into the hot tub. Of course I could do music followed by hot tub.
I hope Steph is off and having a good time...or at least well on her way to having a good time.
Mom and I made 156 single-serve dinners today. I'm exhausted. Actually, I'm beyond exhausted.
I hope Steph is off and having a good time...or at least well on her way to having a good time.
We rolled out just a hair before 6:00, and we're now at a Super 8 in southern West Virginia, having made almost exactly the time that Google Maps said we should (4 hrs, 51 min). Weird.
My tummy is complaining, but NOTHING like last night. We were going to tough it out for another hour, but then I decided I wanted to lie down in a bed, and do so pretty soon. So the world's most amiable boyfriend said Sure, here's an exit with a bunch of motels.
We have a king-sized bed, free wireless internet, continental breakfast (okay, even if it's nothing but prune danish, at least there's lots of free coffee) -- that's really all I need. A nice hot shower and an industrial-sized a/c and Telemundo on the TV. We're set.
Mom and I made 156 single-serve dinners today. I'm exhausted. Actually, I'm beyond exhausted.
Good lord, vw -- that's what? FIVE MONTHS worth for one person. Wow.