Coming Sunday:
A Colbert Christmas: The Greatest Gift of All!
Wired has a review and clip: [link]
DVD comes out Tuesday.
'Get It Done'
[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.
Coming Sunday:
A Colbert Christmas: The Greatest Gift of All!
Wired has a review and clip: [link]
DVD comes out Tuesday.
Thanks for all the support, y'all. I'm just so tired of all this and want it to be over.
ma~s to SuziQ and msbelle.
Barb, that story with Nate, with all of the emotions and all, is very very awesome.
omnis, dear, hang in there.
Happy Saturday to all!
Oh, and as for Motown: apparently my dad loved it. When I went through his vinyls few months ago I was all "Dad! I never knew you were into Motown!". He replied with "what's Motown?", and I just pointed on 3 of the vinyls around me (Supremes, Aretha and Aretha and Marvin Gaye), "this".
Now I want a Buffista Motown collection. And go through some Stax shit.
I have skipped a lot.
I know to say YAY Tom. But that's about it. and ~ma to Susie.
I'm helping take care of my nephew aka The cutest baby eVER (sorry buffista babies, it's true).
Last night I was holding him and flipping through the channels and we got to SCI FI , Star Trek Enterprise was on and his eyes locked right on, not sure if he could see but he's head was turned toward the tv and when a commercial came on he turned his head back.
So trekkie in the making! Whoo!
Right now he's been fed, he's propped up on his bobby making noises at himself and we're hoping he'll go back down to sleep.
We'll see. Mom got made at me becuase I refered to him as the Vominator, but this kid... it doesn't matter if he's been breast or bottle fed, he throws up after eating a bit more than you normally see.
I'm not talking cute little baby spit up, but near projectile vomiting. He has range with that.
I've gotten hit several times,The doctor says that's just how he is, but Mom worries.
Askye, of course Mom worries. That's part of the job description. Have fun with the little guy, and good luck ducking.
So, I woke up at 4:30, tried and tried and tried to get back to sleep, finally did about half an hour before the alarm went off. Stupid weird work schedule.
finally did about half an hour before the alarm went off.
I have a normal work schedule and this happens to me all the time.
House ~ma, Suzi!
house~ma, Suzi. I really hope it works out.
My Bobby was that way, askye. We called him 'back at ya Bobby' when he was wee. Same diet as his brother, nothing but breast milk for months, wouldn't hold anything down for long. His brother has maybe thrown up 3 times in 16 years. Bobby, still more often than most people.
No alarm and I slept in late. Still thinking about heading back to the comfy pillows.
Mr Peabody wants me to go outside and play. It's 28 degrees, dog. Get a grip.