I'm curious about Left Behind but there always seems to be something else I'd rather read instead. I used to be able to say the same thing about Twilight.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
oh you've got to be kidding me!
A 1972 study in Nature found that mosquitoes were more likely to bite people with type O blood than other potential victims
all this time I thought I was imagining that the skeeters loved me and it turns out I'm their favorite blood type!
Just got back from the farmers' market. Oh, gosh, I am sore and tired. I feel just like I did a month or so ago when I first started making myself walk the couple blocks to get there. Of course, today I feel wiped out because earlier in the afternoon, I went down to the nature center, and hiked on modestly hilly trails with the Nordic walking poles, and then walked to the market.
Good for you, WindSparrow!
Laga, Left Behind is even more poorly written than Twilight, and (personally speaking) a gazillion times more annoying.
I'm envious of Windsparrow's Nordic walking poles.
all this time I thought I was imagining that the skeeters loved me and it turns out I'm their favorite blood type!
Nah, we are just particularly tasty morsels. DH and I both are O+ and they chew on me and ignore him.
Eat garlic and spicy foods. Works a treat, I swear. I still get bit occasionally by skeeters (living, as I do, in Mosquito Mecca...there's a "mosque" "mosquito" joke in there, but I can't quite reach it and it's probably more trouble than it's worth anyway...) but nowhere near as much as I did as a kid before I developed the love of garlic/hot sauce that I have today.
You could also inject 100% DEET into your veins*. Sure, it might kill you, but at least insects won't feast on your festering corpse.
- The procedure is not endorsed by Gudanov, the FDA, or Major League Baseball.
Also, GOD! Am I a fucking horrible friend or what?!
All you Miracleborn Family (you know who you are) in SoCal...Jesus, I hope you make/made it safe through the fires.
What the hell? I move away and I suddenly forget the feeling of watching ash settle on my car like snow?
Agh.
Eat garlic and spicy foods.
Yeah, no. They still devoured me when I worked in the Spanish restaurant and ate alioli and romesco sauces on a regular basis. My solution was moving to California where the skeeters are rare and about 1/5 the size of the midwestern buggers. (that's not really why I moved to CA but it's nice to remind myself of the perks when I am missing Chitown.)