Maria, my folks are all praying up a storm. And it's none of my business, but it's totally ok for you to be struggling with your faith right now.
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.
Liese S. - Sep 10, 2011 8:36:46 pm PDT #29340 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Laura - Sep 11, 2011 6:11:22 am PDT #29341 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
{{{Maria and family}}} Love and prayers and strength to you and yours.
Yogurt! That reminds me that I need to start giving that to Brandy again. It doesn't upset her and it may help her yeast infections she gets in her ears and skin. Old girl went to the vet this week because she had a goopy eye. Ended up she had a puncture wound on her cheek that we couldn't see. Maybe from a fall, maybe a spider bite, maybe a cat swipe. Who knows. She is on anti-fungal for her yeasty skin, anti-biotic for the wound, pain killers and aspirin for her ouchy joints. And yet the vet says she is in pretty good shape for her age. He didn't like how much aspirin we give her, but nothing they have tried worked better so aspirin it is. She is happy to see people, eats the moment you offer food, just really very old.
So I have spent the day sniffing at the never ending news remembrances. DH and Bobby went out fishing early this morning. Eh, I guess I will get back to the ton of work I have to do.
smonster - Sep 11, 2011 6:43:38 am PDT #29342 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I'll go get probiotic tablets.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 11, 2011 8:43:17 am PDT #29343 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I feel bad for Taz, Marley's pretty much spooked by him since he returned. I'm hoping that once the neck thing comes off, Marley will accept him again... or if his surgery will forever alter how Marley sees him.
Also, he got out of his hobble again.
Vortex - Sep 11, 2011 8:44:04 am PDT #29344 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
There is nothing like fresh corn cut from the cob, fried lightly in bacon fat, with a ton of pepper.
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Liese S. - Sep 11, 2011 9:36:30 am PDT #29345 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Nom.
I spent the entire time I was in Indiana waiting for or consuming corn on the cob. So good. We bought some from the farmers' market when we got home, but not as good.
smonster - Sep 11, 2011 10:30:35 am PDT #29346 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
There is nothing like fresh corn cut from the cob, fried lightly in bacon fat, with a ton of pepper.
SHUT UP. I have two cobs of corn I need to cook, and now I think I know just how.
sj - Sep 11, 2011 10:33:49 am PDT #29347 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm at a baby shower. This was a mistake. I really don't want to be here. At least the gift basket I did looks adorable!
Beverly - Sep 11, 2011 10:41:43 am PDT #29348 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Do you feel faint, sj? Perhaps you should leave. And I'm sorry.
sj - Sep 11, 2011 10:43:05 am PDT #29349 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm here with my mother so I'm stuck. Wine is helping.