But she was naked! And all... articulate!

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[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.


Laura - Nov 11, 2008 7:50:38 am PST #921 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.

{{{Bev}}} Peace to you, love. I hope your mom gets to see #99. However, IMNSVHO, her greatest accomplishment was the wonder that is you.

Indeed, this. Peace and strength to you and yours. I join the chorus that insists you should get away and renew.

Mmmmm cranberries. We usually have at least 2 varieties. Can with ridges as well as mixed with nuts and other stuff. We might be headed to the Keys for Thanksgiving this year. Plans still up in the air. No surprise there.

Vibes headed your way, bonny. Would love to see the worksheet too.


Steph L. - Nov 11, 2008 7:51:54 am PST #922 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

bonny, thanks SO much!

That's why I'm stuck eating the stuff out of a can each Thanksgiving. There aren't enough people in my family who like cranberries to make it worth while to make the real thing.

Tom, you can get really good (so I hear) cranberry relish-type stuff at Trader Joe's; you could take that to Thanksgiving so that you could have cranberry happiness.


Glamcookie - Nov 11, 2008 7:52:27 am PST #923 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

We might be headed to the Keys for Thanksgiving this year.

JealousJealousJealousJealous


juliana - Nov 11, 2008 7:54:56 am PST #924 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Tom, you can get really good (so I hear) cranberry relish-type stuff at Trader Joe's

Yes, you can, and it is Teh Nom.


brenda m - Nov 11, 2008 8:01:52 am PST #925 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

We have to have the real kind and the rings, or there are riots at the table.

For the fresh kind, it's just cranberries, sugar and an orange or two. We used a meat grinder (so much fun when the berries pop) but I'll bet a blender would work fine too.


beekaytee - Nov 11, 2008 8:06:02 am PST #926 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant

insent amy and laura.

Really gotta go, but I have one last question for our expense oriented folk:

The college is paying mileage on the car I borrowed. What is the going rate these days?


SailAweigh - Nov 11, 2008 8:06:23 am PST #927 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I go for the whole berry. I've found the recipe on the back of the bag to be quite sufficient, but I like the thought of switching out the white sugar with brown sugar. And maybe a splash of booze.

bonny, when you get a chance, could you send me that worksheet, too?

I was going to try to get something accomplished today, but they are having and NCIS marathon for Veteran's Day and I can't seem to tear myself away.


Ginger - Nov 11, 2008 8:06:44 am PST #928 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

You could make my aunt's frozen salad in the Buffista cookbook.

I come from a mixed family. My mother and I only like real cranberry sauce; my sister and my late father like(d) the can-shaped stuff. We always have both, and I too make it right off the Ocean Spray package. I love the way the cranberries pop.


WindSparrow - Nov 11, 2008 8:14:00 am PST #929 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

~ma for bonny, and the opening of minds.


sj - Nov 11, 2008 8:19:50 am PST #930 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Checking my e-mail a gazillion times is not making the e-mail I want to suddenly appear.