So, I bought a car today. Perfectly serviceable Nissan Sentra. No heated seats or sunroof :(. I decided that the universe was telling me something when the two cars I wanted were sold or had an option on them. So, I'll drive this for a year or two, then reassess.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Today is one of those days when I literally am just glad that everyone survived intact. Jesus, Mary, and Elvis. The most poorly organized volunteer effort I've been a part of, without a doubt. 150 HS age volunteers working on one house, with ten adult chaperones, and one trained person. Me. I will never work with the organizer again, and I will do my best to make sure no one I know does, either.
Just... damn.
My 90-year-old Mom is part of a Senior Rock n' Roll choir. Their latest gig was to sing for the Lakefair Queen and her court at the local yacht club. Worst gig they have ever had. They were used as background music while people talked and ate and ignored them. Which would have been fine if it had been disclosed in advance, but they were told they would be performing for an audience. And since they perform for free and pay all their own expenses normally they don't accept background music type things, though once in a while they will do it for good causes - which this does not qualify for. Otherwise, they are playing for fun and "fun" means an audience.
Incidentally she said the Lakefair court totally perpetuated a stereotype - overprivileged , spoiled, self-involved, not too bright. (Some of them majored in math and science. Still not too bright.) And the people at the yacht club did not even offer them water. I told her that the choir director needs to be a bit more picky in which gigs she accepts.
Zen, I would use your service right now. I'd like to order spicy mac and cheese, WindSparrow to clean up for me, bonny to counsel me, and Paddywhack to give me a massage. Also possibly a manicurist, Raja/Sutan to do my makeup for tonight, and Pandora Boxx to make me laugh while I unwind with an Absolut cocktail in the Delusions lounge. Oh, and Suze Orman to do up my finances while I'm out.
Beasts of the Southern Wild was UH-MAZE-ING. Definite trigger warning for anyone who went through Katrina. I loved it and would love to watch it again. Beautiful and emotive.
Agreed, agreed, and agreed, smonster. I just got back from seeing it. It's one of those movies that'll keep me thinking for weeks and months after.
The crew will be at your house in 30 minutes, smonster. What a rotten day you've had! Just lie back and rest. massages smonster's temples
Typo, good grief, that's infuriating.
Yay for new car, Vortex! Perhaps the universe has given you, not the car you wanted, but the car you needed. If not, Sentra is a good car anyway!
smonster, I'd bring over some home cooked mac and cheese if I lived closer by. Honest I would.
massages smonster's temples
Ahhhh, that's the stuff.
Anne, I wish you did live near by so we could fulminate about the movie together.
Vortex, I hope the car is a good one for you.
Smonster I have homemade mac and cheese in my freezer right now. Now, where did I put the transporter.
My 90-year-old Mom is part of a Senior Rock n' Roll choir.
That is so cool. And, boo on the crappy gig.
I had mac 'n cheese for lunch!
Heh. It's that kind of day.