Spike: Ladies. Come on in. Plenty of blood in the fridge, don't be shy. Dawn: You mean like, real blood? Spike: What do you think? Dawn: Mostly I think, 'Eew!'

'Potential'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

[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.


Barb - Aug 08, 2008 3:01:10 pm PDT #539 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”

What would happen if he cranked up the "Large Band" I wonder?


beth b - Aug 08, 2008 3:04:02 pm PDT #540 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

When I say Introvert -- it means I need arecharge and alone time. I actually like people ( could never work in a public library if I didn't); and I take the Nilly attitude that if I don't know what is going on , I should not assume the worse: and I like hugs.

Not only have I never been faced with inappropriate gropiness -- I have never know about things until after the F2F.

F2F Intense ( Pete is right there), Loud, surprising, too short -- but no it doesn't need to be any longer, not enough sleep ,herding cats. and no matter how you feel about being with every one-- there will be a point where you won't know if you should sleep , or stay awake. or some other similar decision that is usually easy for you to make will be hard.

I've come to the conclusion that I do not want to talk about weight with someone that has never tried to lose weight. I wouldn't mind my doctor saying something alone the lines of You know -- 10 - 20 lbs les would make you diabetes easier to control "Because it is true. And I wouldn't mind her saying -- we could up ou medication ,but we might not if you think you can up you exercise level over the next three months. But she never has.At my highest weight -- she asked me one question " are you comfortable with your weight" which was a great question. Esp. since I wasn't .

Weigh and diabetes ---interestingly I was at my lowest weight since my late 20's when I was diagnosed.

Good luck with the evil phone companies SuziQ


beth b - Aug 08, 2008 3:05:24 pm PDT #541 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

yay Dylan is in the house!


Nora Deirdre - Aug 08, 2008 3:24:23 pm PDT #542 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

but when I was 23 and had my first physical I weighed around 150 and wore a size 8/10 and he though I should "nip my weight in the bud".

RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!! Nora SMASH!


sj - Aug 08, 2008 3:45:15 pm PDT #543 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

When I started to put on weight, my doctor said, ''you've put on some weight'' and took one look at the expression on my face and said, ''which is fine''.


Sean K - Aug 08, 2008 3:52:16 pm PDT #544 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Well hell.

This trip? Utterly broke me. Now I have to figure out how to get to work and eat for the next week. Maybe two.

Fuck.


Sean K - Aug 08, 2008 3:55:26 pm PDT #545 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Also, S completely let the apartment go to shit while I was gone for a week.

This is unbelievably upsetting.


DCJensen - Aug 08, 2008 4:01:59 pm PDT #546 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

FERGUS FALLS, Minn. - Hailey Jo Hauer was born on the eighth day of the eighth month of 2008. At 8:08 a.m. And you're not going to believe what she weighed.

Yes: eight pounds, eight ounces.

When staff at Lake Region Hospital in Fergus Falls told Lindsay Hauer the time of her daughter's birth, "I thought they were just joking," she said. Then, still in the operating room, she got a call from the birthing suite where Haily Joe was being measured and weighed.

When hospital staff in the operating room heard that Hailey Jo weighed in at eight pounds eight ounces, several resolved to buy lottery tickets later in the day.


DavidS - Aug 08, 2008 4:02:01 pm PDT #547 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Breathe, Sean. Then maybe have a beer.

JZ and Matilda just got home. I was afraid Matilda would be upset seeing me hold Dylan, but she just pointed and said, "Baby Dylan!" (We've been prepping her.)

Update: JZ just got video of Matilda pointing at him and sayiing, "Baby Dylan!"

I thought she was going to be all "Mine!" when she saw him with her toys, but, in fact, she's been bringing him all her favorite toys to play with.

We had a mini-crisis right before they got home.

I heard a little "Eep!" from Dylan and looked up to see his enormous brown long lashed eyes welling with tears. He'd gotten too excited about his cheese stick and bit his finger. He very quickly put two and two together and concluded that (a) cheese is comforting; and (b) if it's in his mouth he can't bite his finger, and shoved the last third of the cheese stick into his mouth. He was not pleased when I decided that was a hazard and removed the cheese.

And then he realized that while I was a perfectly acceptable substitute for rolling the whiffle ball or showing him the pull toys, I was not choice number one, two, three or even four on his list of Comfortadors. Also, I took away the cheese.

I applied milk and a bouncy walk and he was fine for Matilda's arrival.


DCJensen - Aug 08, 2008 4:03:21 pm PDT #548 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

She's also learned that she can only make a proforma request for me to consider gastric bypass. Not going to happen unless they make it less dangerous and reversible, sorry.

"Learned"....from you, you mean?

Indeed.