Another eHarmony thing I don't understand: one of the questions is something like "Besides your parents, who has been the most influential person in your life?" I've seen a few people who answered this with something like "Sam and Joe." Do they not understand the purpose of this site?
'Serenity'
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.
My mom packed most of the breakables, and bubble-wrapped all my framed art. One kitchen box is almost full, and I've started the box to go with me and basket o' snacks. I've got my CDs for the trip picked out. I've done laundry and folded clothes. I canceled my internet for Thursday. Tonight a load of furniture will go to amyth. Tomorrow the goat farmers are coming to help me load, and my mom is coming back to keep packing.
And I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. I think it might be time for a quarter of a Xanax.
You are going to make it. I decree it to be so.
I adore flowers, living or cut. I love getting them and I like giving them (I try to find out if someone's allergic beforehand).
Dogs survived the cleaning and are almost ready to come home. The tech told my DH "The little one is awake, but your poodle is still a little groggy." "Oh, he's always like that" was his reply. Hee.
The "Fat Chick" thing I mentioned a few days ago is still plaguing me more than I can say, which made it a *stupendously* bad idea to go shopping for shorts today. But it's 94 degrees, and I need shorts. But, uh -- yeah. I didn't realize what I look like when I sit down. My mind is a very bad place right now. I feel like I should get on my knees and thank Tim for loving me despite what I look like. It is not good right now.
Aw Teppy, it sucks to feel that way.
Just don't get in front of a mirror and see how you look on your knees...
There are many times I am very glad I cannot see myself from behind. The rare occasions I do, I tend to be horrified. But since I never do, I am usually able to put it out of my mind and assume I look JUST FINE. (I tend to swing wildly between having an overinflated sense of my own looks, or thinking I look AWFUL)
I have seen you from behind. You do indeed look MIGHTY FINE.
Oy. Just today, I walked past a window in a sassy new dress that a friend gave me. While I feel pretty good about the cleanse I've been doing, and intend to continue on the 'clean food' path.
As I passed the window, I was struck by how ENORMOUS my backside is. Usually, I'm okay with it...genetics being what they are...but not today. Sigh.
It will get better, but ugh for now.