(We were silly enough to choose a wedding blog site with a countdown on it.
Ha! We had one of those. So stressy making! (But it all worked out okay and we had a great time and got married which I'm sure is what will happen for you guys!)
Niska: Mr. Reynolds? You died, Mr. Reynolds. Mal: Seemed like the thing to do.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
lisah - Mar 16, 2011 4:32:49 pm PDT #17779 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
Vortex - Mar 16, 2011 4:44:50 pm PDT #17780 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Man, I won't even get up at 4am to watch a comet.
that is the beauty of tivo.
Aims - Mar 16, 2011 4:56:30 pm PDT #17781 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'll be awake and bedecked with tiara. I'm hoping most of it will happen before I have to go to work.
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2011 5:00:06 pm PDT #17782 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Aims, I've been editing an article that keeps referring to a method to test patients' movements by its acronym, and every time I think of you: the Abnormal Involuntary Movement Scale (AIMS).
You're in my job!
Cass - Mar 16, 2011 5:21:36 pm PDT #17783 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
that is the beauty of tivo.
No kidding. I don't even watch Formula One live. DVRs (and VCRs before them) are the best.
Aims - Mar 16, 2011 5:28:07 pm PDT #17784 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm in Steph's job!! Can you draw a little tiara above the acronym??
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2011 5:31:38 pm PDT #17785 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I can on the manuscript, but I haven't figure out the right key combination to do it in Word. Maybe I'll get a sparkly pen to draw tiaras on the manuscript!
meara - Mar 16, 2011 5:32:31 pm PDT #17786 of 30000
Hee. I have dealts with the AIMS scale before (while working on Abilify).
Maria, I didn't realize your hubs used to play pro hockey! Huh.
I'm annoyed because I trekked out to a store found only in the burbs, where last time they had great cheap capri workout pants *with pockets*. And this time? No. All different, and no pockets. Grrr.
I am hoping that three weeks is a turning point, as Ouise said! Of course, I remember from the one time I did get in shape that early on, I was sore all the time, but eventually I was not. Eventually I sweated less too. I'm looking forward to both of those, since Saturday I could literally barely stand up straight, my abs hurt so much.
Vortex - Mar 16, 2011 7:02:54 pm PDT #17787 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'll be awake and bedecked with tiara. I'm hoping most of it will happen before I have to go to work.
It's supposed to start at 11AM GMT, so that means 7AM EST. But I wonder if the pomp and circumstance starts at 11, so the actual wedding will start later.
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2011 7:08:07 pm PDT #17788 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I hesitate to post this, because I don't want to jinx it, but...we have a day set and a plan to get ex's son and his crap and his dog in a U-Haul and on the road to Texas. He has confirmation from his probation officer that he can check in via phone for the remainder of his probation, so he's free to move.
He has a U-Haul reserved for Friday morning. THIS Friday morning, and he's going to load up and head on out. I'm going to make him a batch of sugar cookies (his request; I was going to make chocolate-chip) and a bunch of ham & cheese sandwiches and pack up some apples, along with dog food and some jugs of water and a dog bowl and paper towels.
And, god willing, he and his dog will get to Texas in one piece (well, *two* pieces -- one piece per mammal) and he'll get to be with his family and get a chance to find work and start over.
This is my pattern of how I deal with crisis, every time: I cry, and then I rage, and then I feed people and/or myself. It's all I can do.