Where I have yet to eat!
Actually, I was thinking it would be sort of like a pet. You know, we could...we could name her Trixie, or Miss Kitty Fantastico, or something.
Tara ,'Empty Places'
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.
smonster - Jun 17, 2011 11:21:31 am PDT #23543 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Zenkitty - Jun 17, 2011 11:37:16 am PDT #23544 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
There's certainly enough anecdata around the phenomenon. My VERY non-woowoo BiL's admittedly bs pet theory is that caring for a newborn exposes you to stem cells at a crazy rate. He's been surprised to see the arthritis he's struggled with since a brown recluse bite in his 20s easing considerably in the year + he's been a father. It makes evolutionary sense enough -- raising a small child is taxing as hell, its good if the little nipper actually physically benefits you in SOME way.
I have read actual research - somewhere - that fetal cells (stem cells, maybe, I dunno) migrate to the mother's brain during pregnancy. What they do, unknown. It is both fascinating and creepy. But if that's possible, then surely it's possible, even likely, that fetal stem cells could end up in other body parts and ... do something good, right? Hey, if sniffing babies is rejuvenating, I'm gonna hafta borrow some babies to huff.
hippocampus - Jun 17, 2011 11:38:32 am PDT #23545 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
right around the corner from Commander's Palace, too.
oh yum.
I've been a sloth all freaking day. Tonight, sleep. Things will look better in the morning. But I need to solve dinner first.
meara - Jun 17, 2011 11:48:55 am PDT #23546 of 30000
Hah! I of course like the bad-ass meara, but would not have flinched at big-ass meara...in that context.
Vortex - Jun 17, 2011 11:59:03 am PDT #23547 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
BTW, my grandmother was 42 when she had her last child. Dont know if that helps.
Toddson - Jun 17, 2011 12:00:08 pm PDT #23548 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
I can't raise one eyebrow, but I do VERY well at lifting one side of my upper lip for a nice snarl.
That says something about me, doesn't it?
Aims - Jun 17, 2011 12:03:25 pm PDT #23549 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oooops. I totally fell asleep on the couch wand was asleep when the mom came to pick up the girls I'm watching. She laughed and said we must have had a good time at the pool. Which we did. All day.
Vortex - Jun 17, 2011 12:06:06 pm PDT #23550 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I can't raise one eyebrow, but I do VERY well at lifting one side of my upper lip for a nice snarl.
Me too. When I first read about that in Are You There God? . . . I tried SO HARD. Alas, it was not meant to be.
Ginger - Jun 17, 2011 12:09:52 pm PDT #23551 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I just read an article that stated Chick Fil-A is closed on Sundays, a reflection of the company's conservative roots.
Truett Cathy is very Christian and his restaurants were closed on Sunday from the beginning because he believes in keeping the Sabbath. He would probably be regarded as a conservative in many things, but he is also a Christian in the old sense of the word: he funds foster homes and millions in scholarships and employees are rewarded for participating in the community.
And he's taking over the Spenser series.
That is so wrong, but I might be resigned to it if he could be convinced to kill off Susan Silverman.
Kathy A - Jun 17, 2011 12:10:19 pm PDT #23552 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
My grandma had her sixth child at age 44--she didn't have her first until she was nearly 30.
I can curl my lip, too, but raising one eyebrow or curling my tongue is out of the question. Due to my wonky eyes, I can't cross my eyes, either. My sister used to cross her eyes and curl her tongue at me at the same time, knowing it bugged the hell out of me that I couldn't respond in kind.