You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.
Also, I adore Shir's description of the collective us.
Time to slay. Vampires of the world beware!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Zenkitty - May 15, 2010 3:36:19 am PDT #19469 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Shir - May 15, 2010 3:57:08 am PDT #19470 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I cannot be bothered to do my French homework in that heat.
Where are the elves they promised me? Stupid universe.
Polter-Cow - May 15, 2010 4:46:00 am PDT #19471 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
{{{{Pix}}}} I'm sorry about the job and the stress and the pain and my not being able to give you a magical pain-relieving hug right now. Well, not right now, since I'm in a towel and you're probably asleep, but soon.
Shir - May 15, 2010 5:18:12 am PDT #19472 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Why I hate helping my mom with the internet/computer issues:
Because something that was supposed to take 10-15 minutes now takes an hour and a half, requiring me to retype her resume and open for her (finally!) an email, because "no, mom, you need your own email. There's no reason why we should get and handle your emails for you".
I'm all up for helping her find new job instead of the current one that doesn't appreciate her and messes with her salary every time, I'm not up for the internet 1x01 lessons.
Pix - May 15, 2010 7:25:54 am PDT #19473 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
Hi all. Thanks again for all the words of sympathy and support. It took two Flexoril and two Tylenol w/codeine and the 600 mg of ibuprofen to make me feel good enough to fall asleep, but I slept through the night well. B stayed over and took care of the pets this morning so I could sleep in, bless her. I just got up a bit ago and am unfortunately in a lot of pain again, so I took the meds again (just one each for now) and am reluctantly staying in bed until friend C comes by in a couple of hours to help me wrangle cat Mia to the vet. She's going to pick up lunch at subway on the way.
In terms of metabolism and weird reactions to drugs, what freaked me out about the flexoril is that the few times I've used it it's hit me like a ton of bricks, so it was freaky to have it barely touch the spasm. Same with Tylenol w/c for the pain. I was hoping a good night's sleep would mean I'd wake up pain free, but that didn't happen. Maybe the drugs will work better this time.
Barb - May 15, 2010 7:43:00 am PDT #19474 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Well, sleeping well hopefully helped, Pix. Maybe the drugs will be able to kick in at lower dosages today.
Ginger - May 15, 2010 8:00:42 am PDT #19475 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Stay safe, Fay.
It seems many of us are living in way too interesting times. I just got back from taking Mr Peabody to the emergency vet because he had a seizure.
As I was getting him into the car, I also had a dust up with the really creepy guy who does my neighbor's yard work, because he taunts Mr Peabody and I was thinking it was possible Mr Peabody had the seizure because he got so worked up in the heat. Maybe Creepy Guy doesn't understand what working along the fence very slowly while making eye contact with the dog is the road to dog hysteria. He's now the only person who is around regularly that Mr Peabody goes into a barking frenzy about. I've caught him cursing at the dog and trying to slap him. I hate confrontation. I know this sounds paranoid, except my neighbor on the other side, who's known Creepy Guy since high school, agrees with me. I don't like being on his bad side, because I think he is quite capable of doing bad things.
Anyway, the vet didn't see anything wrong, so she suggested I just keep an eye on Mr Peabody. Between that and the fire trucks and still having no AC, I'm a wreck.
SailAweigh - May 15, 2010 8:03:01 am PDT #19476 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Pix}} Better relief~ma with the drugs this morning. FWIW, I've often found that if a place I interveiwed with goes to calling in more interviewees, then they're not being upfront about what they want. And I don't like working for people who can't communicate their needs properly. That way lies badness.
DavidS - May 15, 2010 8:30:24 am PDT #19477 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Awww, Ginger. Poor Mr. Peabody! You need some relief.
omnis_audis - May 15, 2010 8:35:46 am PDT #19478 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
{{{ Pix }}} I hope you can relax and let the stress wash off you. Maybe a nice bath with Epsom salts? Heat pad on your neck? Either way, I hope the tension finds its way out of you. I don't like you in pain.
You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.Shir, I love your description. Since I don't wear glasses or corsets, I guess I'm the dirty mind with heart of gold.
Seems the moving company found my computer battery back up out in Riverside. So I need to call the other guy and see if I can head out there today and pick it up.