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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.
And wow, I envy ones who can wear pencil skirt.
Yeah, I was surprised to discover that they look good on me, given that my waist is large relative to my hips, but I guess they emphasize the curves I do have. A-line skirts OTOH? Make me look like the symbol on a women's bathroom door; a rectangle plus a triangle, with a circle head atop.
Word. And I love that tattoo print skirt, but I'd have to rip off that bottom ruffle.
I got a "B" in my last graphic design course (not this current one, which is the Last-last one, but hte one before), and it bothered me. Not because I thought I deserved an "A", but because I wasn't really getting feedback, and when I did get feedback and followed it, it didn't shift my grade that much. It just felt kind of... arbitrary. If I had been told why, maybe had the flaws pointed out, I would have been happier.
I had quite the wake-up call going to an English university after getting used to American letter system. Oh, yes, I did. And I thought about not going to my graduation ceremony next March because I'm not graduating with the absolute top of the class. And then I thought: fuck it, I'm going!
I don't know much about birth, but deciding on a home birth on that day seems like a bad idea, yes?
So, I kind of hate to put myself in the same category as any Duggars (Duggers?), but I made the decision to have a homebirth once I was in labor. I just couldn't bear the idea of going to a hospital. Having said that, though, I had a trained and certified midwife attend my homebirth, it was my second birth, and I was fairly well-read on the topic, so it's not like I just decided out of the blue to stay home.
I haven't watched the show, but it's not uncommon for women to plan homebirths but just not make that information common knowledge before the birth.
I think I would have freaked the fuck out if Aims had revealed she'd been planning on having a homebirth on the day she was in labor.
"Oh, no...we're staying home."
"WE CAN'T STAY HOME! I PACKED ALL THIS SHIT! I HAVE LISTS! AND WE DON'T OWN A MACHINE THAT GOES 'PING'! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"
Well, it was something I had thought about a lot but hadn't been sure. Although I had talked to Joe at 5, told him I was wanting a homebirth but knew he was hesitant. He said I should do whatever I thought was best and we'd talk about it later. Then, an hour later, I was in labor.
Oh, I'm not judging. I'm just saying me? Would have shit a brick.
Job~ma to DebetEsse.
I packed about 80% of what I'll need the next week. My next task to to clear the bed from all of the stuff on it and change the sheets. Since my recent meltdown I didn't pack anything to the move, so I'll have A LOT to pack tomorrow. That Guy runs every now and then (when I'm not facing another Rain of Shit, that is) on my mind. I just Wanna Fucking Know, y'know?
But now, since you've mentioned Mulan, you made me want to see it. So now, I have a hot cup of cocoa and YouTube. Let's experiment, Internet!
So, Ellie is home sick today. She puked at school this morning and they said she wasn't herself so I went and got her. I just now offered her macaroni and cheese for lunch and made the mistake of offering before verifying that we have it. Now, she's dead set on macaroni and I can't find it anywhere.