(x-posty with Natter) Thanks everyone! We are very lucky to have found one another. It's a good day.
So much -ma to all who need it, but especially Andi. Worried.
'Time Bomb'
[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.
(x-posty with Natter) Thanks everyone! We are very lucky to have found one another. It's a good day.
So much -ma to all who need it, but especially Andi. Worried.
All the ma in the world to Andi.
Lots & lots of ~ma to Andi!
smonster, good luck with angry!girl.
Yet another reason to use taking things personally (or feeling like you can divine what will make someone feel better) very, very sparingly.
Good reminder, thank you. Turns out today is an office day for me, so The Talk will likely be tomorrow.
Happy anniversary, PixDesigns!
Health~ma and good-meds~ma for your mom, erika.
~ma ~ma ~ma to Andi. Add me to the worried list.
Happy anniversary, K and D!
Edited because I stupidly forgot to send ~ma to erika and her mom as well.
I got home to PA. I think it's nap time now, except that my house is still freezing because the heat hasn't been on in weeks.
Ending sentences with "ok?" was one of the hardest things to unlearn as a parent, but it really does make a huge difference!
I think that it makes a huge difference with kids. My bro stopped doing it with his daughter, and her response really changed.
Edited because I stupidly forgot to send ~ma to erika and her mom as well.
Whoops, me too. Lots of~ma.
Melancholy musings . . .
Last night I was on the computer, and in the Yahoo section where they show people who are on line, Sharon's ID came up. It was marked Idle, which was amusingly sad. Maybe her husband had logged on to her account for something.
How tricky to tie up someone's online life after they depart. Her medical blog is still up, including her last entry that ends with "More to come." Is there a way to download someone's blog from Wordpress? It covers her last year, with the details of what happened, and I imagine her husband may think it surreal to leave it up. If there isn't, I'm content to copy each entry.
Anne McCaffrey wrote a story a couple of decades ago, about a computer class in a school where students go through the network and purging decades-old accounts and information. There are people on my LJ friends list who have died. It's odd to look at old entries and see their posts. But I guess it's just like reading letters from people who are gone.