And I hope Tom is okay.

And, wow, Barb, I love how the universe is all "your body has sucked for you this year, so now we're going to make house and career go in your favor!"

And, wow, Barb, I love how the universe is all "your body has sucked for you this year, so now we're going to make house and career go in your favor!"

I'm telling you! This week may just wind up keeping 2009 off The List.

Thanks for all the congrats, y'all. There have been times that this place has been the only thing helping to keep my sanity intact. (Such as it is, you understand...)

I am so, so, SO unbelievably grateful for the Buffistas.

Goodness! Much stomach~ma to Tom.

I like nightgowns at night. Soft, long, flowing nightgowns with a bit of lace, in pastels or white. It's as girly as I ever get. The people who usually see me slounging around in sweatpants and birkies probably wouldn't recognize me.

I need a selection of lovely caftans or something that I can waft around in, especially with winter coming on.

Oh, I am feeling such body image bedevilment these days. I am going to Macy's today to buy some pants. I am going on a business trip in a week and have to look spiffy. I only bought 2 pairs of size 14 pants this year because I assumed I was going to be a 12 or even a 10 soon and have plenty of work gear in those sizes. Have I? Not so much. Feh.

I swore never to go on another diet because I am too old for that shit, but I know I eat way too much unhealthy food and I am too old for THAT shit too. The DH and I are working on changing to a healthier Mediterranean-style of eating, as that seems to be one cardiologists like and heart issues run in both our families. plus we LOVES olive oil, so there's that. Still, I feel like eating nothing but lettuce leaves for a month as I feel like Chunky McFatterson from Lardland. Not gonna though. Too old for that shit.

/tedious weight ranting

Sorry, love.

If anyone has friends in the NYC kink scene, Babeland is hosting a make your own flogger night (out of a recycled bicycle tire)

Ouch. That would hurt like HELL. (Which is the point, I suppose...)

Tom-tum~ma!

If anyone has friends in the NYC kink scene, Babeland is hosting a make your own flogger night (out of a recycled bicycle tire) tonight. It's thrifty, green, AND kinky!

I love the idea, anyway!

I really hate it when he says I am yelling when I am not. It makes me want to really YELL so he can recognize the difference!

Oh, me too. He has heard me yell, and he *really* didn't like it. I think I'm going to try to have the "I've noticed that we're both sensitive to tone" conversation tonight, if I'm feeling up to it. Flu shot has me a bit tired and woozy.

javachik, sometimes I think yours and mine are long-lost relatives.

I'm always boggled when I meet people who consider "crap" "abusive language", although, generally, if I unpack that on them, they ain't heard nothin' yet. But then, my mother and I are lost, goyische Emanuels...we may lack the sensitivities of gen pop on this one.

I may need these shoes: [link]