I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.

Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'


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.


Beverly - Jun 06, 2011 7:46:23 pm PDT #22786 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

When we lived in Nurnberg, every chance I had I'd go to the downtown Marktplatz *just* to buy flowers. They had "meadow flowers" there, that you could purchase by the stem. So you could put together a random bouquet for literally pennies, and it would last all week, with some culling, stem trimming, fresh water and container downsizing.

Farmers markets here don't have that feature, and mostly all you get is gerbera daisies, statis, babies breath, and carnations. I miss market day flowers probably more than any other one thing about living in Nurnberg. Though there are many things I do miss.


Cass - Jun 06, 2011 7:48:02 pm PDT #22787 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.

I miss the Hillcrest farmer's market in San Diego for just that reason. Loved to pick up flowers and always have them around.


Liese S. - Jun 06, 2011 8:26:56 pm PDT #22788 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I have both been given and given flowers to/from the SO and both directions seemed to go over well. But we haven't in a long while, mostly because they're so damned expensive!


Vortex - Jun 06, 2011 8:29:33 pm PDT #22789 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I had a boyfriend who didn't believe in flowers for "occasions", but would buy them for me randomly. I remember once, I opened my door and thrust a trash bag at him and said "can you throw this out", only to realize that he was standing there with a dozen roses. For a random tuesday.


Scrappy - Jun 06, 2011 8:32:09 pm PDT #22790 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

What with Jason being A. very allergic and B. colorblind, flowers are not a gift given or gotten around here. He had flowers sent to my office when he was away on Valentine's Day this year, which was a lovely surprise, but that was a one-off. He gives wonderful and thoughtful gifts all the time, though, so no flowers is nothing. I miss having green things in the house, but we have a whole front and backyard.


erin_obscure - Jun 06, 2011 9:53:26 pm PDT #22791 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

Yay for no freaking out! Yay for completion of grading!

Boo on flowers on the first date unless you know the other party actually likes receiving cut flowers. I like living plants, and find it upsetting to have to toss out dead flowers that remind me of a certain guy. Like throwing away the date. Seems like bad juju to me. At least one date i ended up leaving the gifted flower in the guy's car. My Dad used to randomly bring home a single rose for my stepmom and then count how many days each one lasted, like it was some kind of prophetic indicator of the future of their relationship. Which ended not well.


Atropa - Jun 06, 2011 10:06:02 pm PDT #22792 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I love getting flowers. For almost any reason, from just about anyone. Flowers, yay!

(Of course, that's my reaction to being given cupcakes, books, hats, shoes, jewelry ... okay, fine. My reaction is Presents, yay!)


Beverly - Jun 06, 2011 10:29:07 pm PDT #22793 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I'd rather have cut flowers than the responsibility of trying to keep a live plant...alive. The gift becomes a burden, bringing with it a sense of failure and shame.

Nope, already dead flowers, please, colorful and fragrant, and guilt-free.


Cass - Jun 06, 2011 10:45:35 pm PDT #22794 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.

than the responsibility of trying to keep a live plant...alive. The gift becomes a burden, bringing with it a sense of failure and shame.

I am currently losing a lovely bamboo that between my letting the water go and Puppycat trying to be helpful is just not going to make it. It was a gift over a decade ago from an aunt and uncle and I feel I should call them to confess.

That said, I've loved it and kept it going in two states. So it was a fantastic gift because they knew I'd like it. I just felt a stab of guilt when I read this.

I need to step up and get rid of it tomorrow. It was all pretty and five curly stalks and three of them are absolutely dead and I guess I shouldn't wait for all of them because this is a mercy thing. If plants have feelings. Or I want to end my guilt trip.


smonster - Jun 07, 2011 3:44:29 am PDT #22795 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I am Bev in this, especially since I have far less talent with plants than she.

My mom is coming over to help me pack, so I have to mom-proof the house. Won't take much but needs to be done. The ABF guy called earlier and the CUBES* WILL LAND at about 9:30. So I need to move my car, too.

If I pack my printer in the box it came in, foam and all, can I put it in the cube? Space in the car is at a premium. I actually made a diagram last night of where everything will go.

* I am determined to only use one, but reserved two because they only had two left for today and I only pay for what I use.