My mom gave me her famine-resistant metabolism and sense of humor. My dad gave me my legs and possibly the way my mind works (whether that's due to genes or training is hard to say).
You like ships. You don't seem to be looking at the destinations. What you care about is the ships, and mine's the nicest.
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Calli - Mar 06, 2009 11:37:21 am PST #9461 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
megan walker - Mar 06, 2009 11:39:41 am PST #9462 of 30000
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
My dad gave me my legs and possibly the way my mind works (whether that's due to genes or training is hard to say).
My dad always said that the best thing about my being in his math class for two years was being able to see how my mind works.
Liese S. - Mar 06, 2009 12:02:03 pm PST #9463 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yes, you do have to put that much cheese on it! That's the point of cinci chili! Okay, maybe not for everyone. Mmm. I seem to be on a cheese kick at the moment. I wonder if I'm not getting enough calcium or something.
I have no idea what my cholesterol is. I probably should find out, eh?
I got freckles from my grandmother! Hopefully also good skin, but probably eventually arthritis and we check for glaucoma all the time. But definitely freckles.
Toddson - Mar 06, 2009 12:02:16 pm PST #9464 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Those sandwiches have me practically wimpering ... I still have a temporary crown on my tooth and chewing ... pretty muchisn't going to happen. sigh (checks calendar for new tooth eta)
Steph L. - Mar 06, 2009 12:05:04 pm PST #9465 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Yes, you do have to put that much cheese on it! That's the point of cinci chili! Okay, maybe not for everyone.
Heh. *I* like that much cheese on my 4-way, but not everyone does. I've actually SEEN people make the heretical act of taking cheese OFF their 3/4/5-way.
I seem to be on a cheese kick at the moment. I wonder if I'm not getting enough calcium or something.
Since I've been on a soft-food (and also food-that-isn't-small-particles) diet thanks to getting the tooth pulled, the majority of my diet this week is dairy-based (smoothies, yogurt, ice cream, cheese). I'm expecting great fingernails any day now.
(Also, I can't WAIT to eat crunchy/small-particle-y food again!)
t edit Dental x-post with Theo!
Sheryl - Mar 06, 2009 12:13:40 pm PST #9466 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Tonight is the monthly open sing. Tomorrow I'll run some errands, and we're going to try to see "Watchmen" Sunday is the first official concom meeting for the filk con we're running next summer.(2010)
tommyrot - Mar 06, 2009 12:34:36 pm PST #9467 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
For USA-ians - don't forget to Spring Forward this weekend!
sarameg - Mar 06, 2009 12:59:47 pm PST #9468 of 30000
Oh god, that.
Tomorrow, I am looking at houses.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 06, 2009 1:00:41 pm PST #9469 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
My mom gave me her famine-resistant metabolism
Ahahaha- yes, that's an excellent way to put it. Me too.
beekaytee - Mar 06, 2009 1:06:55 pm PST #9470 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
Tonight...opening reception for a kids consignment shop run by one of my favorite people.
Tomorrow...not sure. Project stuff for other people, I suspect.
Sunday...helping fix a friend's computer in the morning, cooking and old radio shows in the evening.
Throughout...the Bestie's shih tzus who...much as I love 'em...kind of a pain. Just SUCH different energy than Bartleby and almost impossible to walk together, so I'm doing it in shifts which...bugs.
Now the pushy one is barking at me and I don't know why. The quieter on is grousing at his brother to shut up and let him sleep. They are a furry Laurel and Hardy.
Bartleby just wants them to go away!