Inara: You don't have to die alone. Mal: Everybody dies alone.

'Out Of Gas'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


SuziQ - Oct 02, 2010 1:34:30 pm PDT #27368 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Ouchies. I just burnt my arm on the oven door. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. That plus pulling my hamstring yet again...I need bubble wrap.


Jesse - Oct 02, 2010 1:59:00 pm PDT #27369 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ouch!

Oh, I had one big disappointment at the Goodwill -- someone with basically my exact taste had apparently donated a lot of stuff recently, but she's a size too big for me! 90% of the things I pulled off the racks must have been hers.


sarameg - Oct 02, 2010 2:26:38 pm PDT #27370 of 30001

I shred those stupid checks credit cards send. And the bills when I go through them. Which I should. I don't want to talk about what my work table looks like. I need a better system. May attempt something tomorrow. We'll see.

I'm gonna finish up with the last post tonight. Then all (ahahaha!) I have left to actively strip are the last 19 spindles. I'll have to switch gears to stain removal and sanding.

On for tomorrow: swim, hit the hardware store for sandpaper, touch up paint and something to lift the stain. Then another load of laundry, manicure and maybe that work desk. And I may bleach down the deck. Oh and another trip to the grocery store for sweetener since I forgot it today.

I also need some more sweaters, but eh, I don't think I can fit shopping into there.


brenda m - Oct 02, 2010 2:34:58 pm PDT #27371 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I shred those stupid checks credit cards send.

You can opt out of those. I did it years ago and it cuts down on junk mail substantially, not to mention the inherent risk. I can't remember how, but I'm sure it's googleable.


SuziQ - Oct 02, 2010 2:39:04 pm PDT #27372 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I have gone two years without using any credit cards. Still working on paying off all the debt I got in the divorce.

I need to get up and get cooking, but that would take movement.


Liese S. - Oct 02, 2010 3:39:55 pm PDT #27373 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

because the day is pretty and I am too.
 
Dawww.
 
Yeah, I shred it all and I am also unlisted. Although that is irrelevant now that the phone company won`t come out here, and we are mobile phone only people. I need to do the opt out of credit card thing, if only for the ecological value. Chase really really would like for me to have a credit card with them. But no!
 
So after bitching about not wanting to quit my part time job, today we a) completed (once again) our baby emergency fund and b) I once more had exactly one student. For an eight hour day if you count the commute. So yeah. Quitting is the right decision, although my one student cried at hearing about it. Sadcakes! But she`ll do well with Dave and I just can`t justify coming in for just one lesson.


sarameg - Oct 02, 2010 3:43:38 pm PDT #27374 of 30001

Ok, not taking pictures until I touch up the wall paint (painter's tape ain't worth a damn!) because it is fucked up something awful, but I'VE FINISHED THE LAST POST.


Jesse - Oct 02, 2010 3:44:43 pm PDT #27375 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Woo hooooo!!!


SuziQ - Oct 02, 2010 3:49:23 pm PDT #27376 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

YAY Sara.

I just put a roasted chili and cheese casserole in the oven. I hope it turns out noms.


Zenkitty - Oct 02, 2010 3:51:49 pm PDT #27377 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I'VE FINISHED THE LAST POST

Whoo-hoo! Do you find that paint slips behind the blue painter's tape? I had to re-do the ceiling/wall interface in my bathroom with one of those knife-like tools.