ND, this is so much in so little time. I wish you and your mother much strength.
Wash ,'The Message'
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.
Yeah, it's a hell of a summer, that's certain. Right now I'd just like her to try to hang on for the week so that I can make it back there. Her health as been so bad for so many years that I've been braced for losing my mom (my Dad, not so much, but that's another story) for a while now. Still, if possible I would like to avoid it happening while I'm just on a gig on a cruise ship with limited communication.
Drew, all the vibes in the world to your whole family. It's just so much.
Crap, Drew. I don't know what to say, but you know what I'm thinking for you.
Oh, Drew! I'm so sorry. Tons of ~ma~~~
Oh Drew, this must feel so overwhelming. Much strength to your whole family.
Oh dear jebus Drew. You got all my ~ma. Dunno what else to say on that one.
There was a TON of chat today. wow. I don't even know what to say.
So, I'll change the topic. I got home in time to watch the Opening Ceremonies. Holy Cow! Was that awesome or what? I'm glad my mini-social didn't happen. If folks were over, they'd have caught me with water logged eyes. I am SUCH a sucker for all those stories. And the whole world coming together in peace. It gets me every time. It's why I love the Olympics. Now if only everyone would respect that whole 17 days of peace (glares at Russia/Georgia, and other hot spots).
That was some show. I wound up sleeping through a lot of it. But that lighting of the torch was something else.
Oh no ((((Drew))) ~ma to you.
(((Drew)))
(((Sean)))
Y'all, it's been such an awesome read catching up. I just had a reminiscent flash of talk before the DC F2F, in which I made the comment that if anybody wanted me I'd probably be hanging out in the stairwell. The count of stairwell hangers-out grew until there was a huge crowd of introverts hiding from the ...scary crowd of people. We've moved on from stairwells, I reckon.
I am just enchanted with the idea of Dylan and Matilda being watched over by David, with Deb and Cash visiting, and, oh guys. This is just such a wondrous thing we got here. I haven't been drinking tonight (more's the pity), but I love you all, man.
Also, my doctor does believe I gain weight on a 600 calorie/day diet. Which is why I have to tote the damn earth around on my shoulders eight or nine hours a day to drop a pound here or there. You damn skippy bodies and metabolisms differ. And yes, any overweight person who *dares* to eat in public has to expect disapproving stares from "normal"-weight people. Even if what you're eating is twigs and leaves.