'Shindig'
[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.
I have meetings from 10AM - 2PM and no, they are not bringing in lunch. This is very unfriendly to PG people! Hope they're ready for me to take lots o' breaks.
Just stand up at around 1PM, sway dramatically, appear to be ready to collapse (maybe even catch yourself on your chair)and say, "oh, I'm sorry, I'v been in so many meetings, I didn't have a chance to eat"
I have two weekly noon meetings and whenever I've said something about it, my boss acts like I'm being a big baby. Whatevs.
You should gently remind your boss that pregnancy is considered a disability in California and therefore entitled to the protections afforded under the California disabilty act as well as the ADA.
And the cluestick him/her.
Yikes Brenda! Not good. Ma-Job~ma!!
~ma to Rigatoni as well.
DJ, any updates?
And as if there isn't enough craziness going on in our lives, our scenic artist had a heart attack. It's looking ok, but dude had TONS of blockage. Stinted a couple arteries, then saw the other side of the heart had tons of blockage. Doc said if he realized it was that bad, he would have done open heart, but instead just stinted the other side. Something like 90% block, 80% block and 75% block on the three major arteries.
Shir, congrats on the new cousin! That's great!!! We need more news like this.
Oh, and it appears my mother got a "new" 2007 Chevy Aveo yesterday. She called to tell me. She sounded a bit snooty, as if to point out, "see, I do call you", so maybe the guilt trip worked a bit.
Noon meetings without food are the DEVIL'S WORK.
Looking at it a little closer, it wouldn't work for us because there's no back yard and the sides and front don't appear as if they can be fenced. Which- a fenced back yard is sort of a requirement with the beasties. Pity, because it looked like a really pretty house.
I haven't heard anything today. I thought I'd call on my way home to see how it's going.
When's your dad's surgery? We'll be sending good thoughts his way.
I am home today, after leaving early yesterday. I finally succumbed to this cold or flu or whatever is kicking my ass. I slept 11 hours and feel almost human. Very nice to wake up to so many interesting posts on the board.
Also, ALLYSON, we have matching tats! I have an atom, which I got for my 40th birthday. I have to say, I think yours is cooler.
Ooh... the banquette in the first Burien house is to DIE for.
This is one we've been looking at. I love the kitchen.
sending out the ~ma to DJ's friend's mom, and Rigatoni, and omnis's dad, and Brenda's sister. Lots of ~ma, all around.
I gave up trying to classify all my cousins. Apparently I'm related to half the state of Tennessee. Anyone my grandparents' age was "Aunt" and "Uncle" and anyone younger was "Cousin". I called people whatever my mom called them. At some point in my developing awareness I realized that all these old people (my grandmother had a LOT of friends and relatives and someone visited every day) had first and last names, and lives wherein they knew each other before I came along. I remember being somewhat shocked to find that the old guy who smelled like whiskey and drew me rabbits was not just "Uncle C.D.", he was my grandmother's brother, Charles D. Stone, once the little kid in the old family photo in the spare bedroom. Frankly, it was weird.
I still miss getting an Easter Dress. I think I'll start again.
Oh, that's a tradition I like. Is it too late to buy this year's Easter dress?
I also love the term "anecdata", and will steal it.
Yet another reason why I need to finish my bookshelves and get all my books unpacked so I can at least figure out what I own.
-t is me.
I think you should casually mention how being preggers makes you hungry all the time and then faint dramatically about 20 minutes later.
A friend of mine actually did that! Not faking. We were in one of those one-hour meetings that turn into 3 hours because no one will shut up, and after timidly mentioning a couple times that she hadn't had breakfast, she turned paper-white and passed out and fell out of her chair. (She was fine. Just needed OJ and an egg sandwich.) Ever since then, anytime one of us ladies says firmly, I have to eat now, the team meeting wraps up in a hurry. We try not to abuse our power.
Happy house-hunting, Barb!
oo, long post. I should be working.
This is one we've been looking at. I love the kitchen.
HMOG yes. I want to do things to, with, and on that stove.