Wash: Little River just gets more colorful by the moment. What'll she do next? Zoe: Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It's a toss-up. Wash: I hope she does the soup thing. It's always a hoot, and we don't all die from it.

'Objects In Space'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


askye - Apr 23, 2010 3:53:43 pm PDT #16965 of 30000
Thrive to spite them

Brenda your hair looks great!

So I had an adventure tonight in bad food, good food, and my car battery dying.

Dad came to my rescue and got me home, tomorrow he's going to jump my car and I'll go in seek of a new battery.

And my sister in law is in the hospital. She either has a very serious UTI or appendicitis or both. The walk in place she went to wasn't sure and told her to go to the hospital ASAP.

So she's there, and tomorrow my brother and the intern are going to have to shoot a wedding.

My SIL doesn't get sick a lot and her mother is one of those anti modern medicine people so she's really naive when it comes to medical stuff and she gets scared and freaked out when she's seriously sick.


ChiKat - Apr 23, 2010 4:06:42 pm PDT #16966 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

brenda, your cut is super cute!!! I finally got to see it.

{{{askye}}} Good heavens, you've had quite the day. ~ma to your SIL.


smonster - Apr 23, 2010 4:52:55 pm PDT #16967 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

askye, I hope they get it sorted out quick. ~ma for your SiL.

bonny, just fine. He doesn't dig the crate yet and he whined a little last night but not for long. Other Frankie no likeys include the car and large dogs, so we have have some work to do. Walks like a champ, though, and socialized with all kinds of people well, including a small rambunctious child.

Instant dog person. I want to take him everywhere and show him off. We just got back from a long walk downtown and he's lying quietly on the floor a few feet away.


DCJensen - Apr 23, 2010 4:55:46 pm PDT #16968 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

By the way, I've been distracted again, i keep meaning to enumerate all the hugs and well wishes I wanted to give out to everyone here, and a blanket hub seems weak, but here goes.

{{{{Buffistas and families}}}}

Still weak, but I'm sincere about it.


DCJensen - Apr 23, 2010 4:59:27 pm PDT #16969 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

ION:

I'm making brownies for Windsparrow. She has to work until 10 PM because someone got sick at work.

It's just Betty Crocker brownie mix, but i've made some minor modifications.

- Instead of four tablespoons water, I used four tablespoons cheap imitation vanilla extract.

- I added 1/4 cup cocoa or so and some more moisture to make it more chocolately.

Smells good cooking...


Dana - Apr 23, 2010 5:08:10 pm PDT #16970 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

smonster, you can try getting him used to the crate by just leaving the door open and putting a toy or treats in there for him. Same thing when you put him in it to leave him in there -- you could designate a favorite toy that only goes with him in the crate.


Strix - Apr 23, 2010 5:36:49 pm PDT #16971 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Hallo, darlings!

Hmmm, I have been very dark. I spentthe last week and a half battling everything above my shoulders hurts like hell, and finally went to the dentist, and found out I have TMG.

They forced a bunch of goo in my mouth, which I came thisclose to vomiting on the poor dental assistant, and on Tuesday, I should have a device that will help with the pain. The dentist gave me a script for extra strength Motrin, which I looked at doubtfully, given my years of mentrual-pain related Vicodin usage, but when home and gave it a try. My body laughed and laughed: "AH AH HAHA! No pain relief for you, miss!" and I called them the next day before closing and tearfully explained it still hurts! Has hurt for 3 weeks, but I ignored it for my wedding, for the love of god, I can't wait two weeks for it to go away!

They gave me a whopping script for vicodin (40? Really?) but I took it, and the pain! went! away! In two days, so did my stomach lining, and I ended up (a) vomiting crackers and passionflower tea (very pretty color, but unpleasant) and (b) feeling violently nasuaeaous and v. out of sorts for the next day. I made it through class, and discovered they had prescribed xtra strength vicodin, so I am taking 1/2 every 16 hours or so, and that seems to dull the pain sufficiently and not leave me hurling -- a happy medium I can live it.

And now I can return to the internet -- yay!

Fay, I discovered the note and the wee Ganesh, and anklet you had tucked into the Secret Santa purse yesterday! Lovely! It's the gift that just keeps on giving and giving!

I got a couple of cd's with photos on them I need to upload Sunday, including a video of clip of my nuptials. I look like a twitchy goof. How do I have so many unattractive facial tics and mannerisms when I am nervous?! Good Lord.

I skipped and skimmed and I saw that Seska has new house? Bonny tried to give blood? Good on you, and I'm sorry it didn't work out.

Dan cut himself on the finger trying to fix the shower last night. I was at Target and he was still bleeding copiously two hours, so we went to urgent care and he got two stitches and a tetanis booster. Poor baby; they had to do something really unpleasant to the cut to numb it, and he almost passed out.

However, I am minded of the adage that men revert to babyhood when injured, as it was perhaps an inch long, required 2 stitches, and he took the day off, and has been unable (apparently) to lift a finger all day long. He gets 24 hours of babying, and then he needs to woman up. Good Lord. My CAT has given me worse bites, and I bandaged it up and went back to scrubbing. (The thumb swole up to the size of the cat, but still! It went away! I just soaked it in alcohol 2x daily. Men. Bloody wusses.)


beekaytee - Apr 23, 2010 5:57:53 pm PDT #16972 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

the car

Work hard to ignore the anxiety. Bartleby was a bit crazed in the car, but he's a total champ now. Resist the urge to let him put his head out the window. It's bad for his ears/eyes and promotes higher energy than is good on long trips.

smonster, you can try getting him used to the crate by just leaving the door open and putting a toy or treats in there for him. Same thing when you put him in it to leave him in there -- you could designate a favorite toy that only goes with him in the crate.

Dana speaks true. The minor whining is normal because puppies would normally be piled up on each other. Segregation sucks, until it doesn't.

The special treat could be a frozen peanut butter kong, or super smelly treat. I keep Bartleby's glucosamine treats for this purpose. When he catches that smell, he runs right onto his 'when mom leaves, good stuff happens here' spot.


Barb - Apr 23, 2010 6:21:39 pm PDT #16973 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

Instant dog person. I want to take him everywhere and show him off. We just got back from a long walk downtown and he's lying quietly on the floor a few feet away.

Awww... can I just say that I've been reduced to a giant pile of puppy loving goo. I just wanna smish smonster and Frankie both.


Cashmere - Apr 23, 2010 6:30:51 pm PDT #16974 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.

Erin, I've barfed during impressions before. Sorry about the suckage.

Instant dog person. I want to take him everywhere and show him off. We just got back from a long walk downtown and he's lying quietly on the floor a few feet away.

Adorable. FWIW, we acclimated Mac to her crate while we were in the room. We coaxed her in with a treat for 10 minute incrimates until she realized it wasn't punishment. She came to love it and would retreat to it if she was scared or wanted some alone time.