I am jealous that she gets to do all that. Wish I could be a part, too.
Also, hope your flu subsides quickly! Being sick sucks.
[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 am jealous that she gets to do all that. Wish I could be a part, too.
Also, hope your flu subsides quickly! Being sick sucks.
My DH is the only person I remember in the room, until the doctor said, "It's a girl," and then there were only 3 of us there, as far as I was concerned.that is so cool! OK, that's not the right word, but it did give me a lump in my throat. Not good at work, but who cares. Loved it!
Shir, continued IDF~ma for you and your family. It sounds like she won't be on the wall anymore, right? Although, intel? I hope it's the analyze side and not the gathering side of it.
Aimee, I confess, I tend to be a bit curmudgen when it comes to holiday parties. But only because I'd rather just go home early than stay at work. Sad part of having a workplace with multiple big rooms where folks hold events. We can hold an event and save money. But that means partying at work. And. Well. That is work. And usually they ask me to provide sound, so blah humbug. But I am *NOT* rude like you are describing. Ugg. Grow up people! For a song idea, I suggest "Santa Claus and his Old Lady" by Cheech & Chong!
I also work in Not-For-Profit, and have yet to get a cash bonus. BUT! The designer who didn't show up for Christmas Carol due to illness says he's sending me some cash for doing all his work! SuWEET! I call it money for Christmas Gifts!
This time next week, we will have a baby.
That is so awesome. In, like, the real sense.
That is so awesome. In, like, the real sense.
In the eighties I knew an old dude who would say "'Awesome' should be reserved for God and the Grand Canyon."
And Shane.
I am jealous that she gets to do all that. Wish I could be a part, too.
Well, you get to breast feed. You'll have a whole lifetime of being Momcookie. You won't run out of opportunities to soothe and cosset.
Also, hope your flu subsides quickly! Being sick sucks.
It does! It's much better than it was. I was home most of last week sick with Emmett. We watched the whole LoTR trilogy in a feverish stupor. Then I thought I was better and did my Tom Waits movie and the next night, Friday, my fever shot back up to 103.3 while I was home alone with Matilda. Miserable!
Anyway. No fever now. Mild aches. I hope this the last of it. To compound everything when I took Nyquil after my fever spiked I slept so hard I didn't move during the night and pinched a nerve in my shoulder. So that was hurting too on top of my already lengthy list of complaints.
I'm done complaining. Christmas is coming. Shane's coming. This year sucked for me but I'm ready for a new one. A whole new decade, in fact. The decade Emmett will go to college. The decade of Matilda's childhood. Bring the twenty-teens.
Baby baby baby! Ok, not yet, but we need to prepare.
Shir, we'll be here for the next twelve months too, whatever they hold.
Reposted from elsewhere on the internet:
"Is there a grammatical term for a phrase that, when a person uses it, it automatically disproves itself?"
"It's auto-ironic asphyxiation. As in, you've choked off any chance of being taken seriously."
I knew that my grammar bitches would love this.
Ha! Awesome.
This time next week, we will have a baby.
Poking head in again to say YAY! Baby! Much, much, much soothing and ~ma. Y'all will come through it like champs and at the end of it, BABY!
Back to packing with me.