It was the birthday party of the boy who died. It's just heartbreaking. Poor little boy.
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Wow, Sail, your daughter's gorgeous. And looks like you, I think.
Had to scroll back for the link, and wow is right. Your daughter clearly got the Hott gene from mom.
Trudy, such tragic news. I will keep your friend in my prayers.
Thanks for the hugs. I've missed you. Really I can't complain, except for the stress and exhaustion thing. We had the most horrible year of no business from last fall to this, then suddenly everyone wants us. Not so much that we have made up for a dismal year, but enough to make real strides in catching up, and enough to buy an outrageous new tv that maybe someday I will get to watch.
Massive expectations and opportunities = very long hours for Laura. But seriously, some down time soon would be a very good thing. I keep looking at the clock and am reminded that my sleep window is quickly evaporating. I dream of sleeping in and then leisurely catching up on threads while sipping coffee in bed.
Oh, man. Poor little boy, and his poor parents.
I hope your friends' son recovers.
Oh no. trudy that is tragic. I dunno what else to say.
Oh Trudy, how awful for the boy's family. I'm so sorry.
thanks to the joys that is Facebook, I just learned that a classmate of mine from Undergrad, Dusty, was one of the writers on last weeks "House" [link]
It was the birthday party of the boy who died. It's just heartbreaking.
Are you there, God? It's me, Andi. This shit pisses me off. I'd tell you to knock it off, but if you are who I think you are, it pisses you off, too.
{{Bitches}}
I'm wondering. With the whole "grandfather's dying" and all. Yes, I'm sad about it. But sometimes, when I have the so-called choice between staying sad or getting excited and happy about something else that happens in my life, I don't know what to do. What to so-called choose. It's not that I'm sad about it all of the time, but when I have the chance to step out of it knowingly, I don't know what to do. So I'm wondering, how bad can I feel about something I can't change? Neither of the options feels right.
I don't like this situation.
Shir, how much did your Grandfather enjoy life? Living? Not just breathing and that stuff, but the 'smell the roses' things? IIRC, you mentioned he was full of life. Would he be happy seeing you enjoying life? Enjoying it for him? Finding things in life that he would like, and thinking of him, thus keeping his memory alive? I doubt any of our loved ones would want us to live in a constant state of sorrow after they leave. If they do, then they weren't worth our love. Go. Enjoy life. It doesn't have to be a one-or-the other situation. Never forget, but celebrate his life through yours! L'chei-im!!
I'm so sorry to hear about your friend's little boy, Trudy. My thoughts are with them.
Shir, I completely agree with what Omnis said, fwiw.
Hugs to Laura. Nice to see you!
Sail, your daughter is, as always, gaw-jus. Just like her mom.
I was a good teacher and graded essays for the last six hours. I can't believe it's already 11. Blah. Donwanna get up in six and a half hours.