Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
P-C, is this for fixing the damage from the thief? That seems like such a long time!
Well, first they had to wait a couple days for the Geico claims guy to come and make an estimate, and then they had to wait for the parts to arrive (I think they had to replace the whole door panel, basically), and then they had to repaint, and then reassemble, and...yeah, thanks a lot, asshole, you couldn't have just broken the window like a normal thief?
Um, hi? Mom? Remember me? The one who spurted furth from your loins lo these 38 years ago with such swiftness that her OB did not have time to get her rings off?
Yeah, you haven't called me today. And I am totally annoyed.
{{{Aims}}} That really sucks, I'm sorry. Are you having a good birthday otherwise?
It's been an awesome birthday! I painted, hung out with friends, got lots of cupcakes and even cake at church. It's been fantastic.
But my mommy hasn't called.
So, I talked to my sister and I called her answering machine and sang happy birthday to myself. Hee hee hee.
Happy birthday, Aims!
Happy birthday, Aims. I, too, would be cross if my mom forgot to call for my birthday. I shall aim my grump her way. I've got spare grump right now.
Olympic Booty Appreciation.
I'm not seeing booty. Lots of junk, but no booty.
Happy birthday Aims! I always call my mom on my birthday to wish her a joyful anniversary of pain ;)
I've been nudging my parents twd estate planners for the last year. What really kicked that in action was having one of the TIP volunteers (Trauma Intervention Program) come out and talk to us at work. These saintly people get called out all hours to hang with recently bereaved folks, like people who lost their house to a fire, or their loved one to an illness, or anything else that would send a normal person into total hysterics. She talked about many things, but I came out of there with a list of questions to ask my parents. Losing a loved one is devastating. Having to make funeral plans? I can't even imagine. So being the ruthlessly pragmatic (and somewhat morbid) person that I am, before my last trip East to see the parents I sent them each an email questionaire. No, really. With questions about the financial stuff (like who is executor of their will, where can I find a copy, where are all the financial account numbers and passwords) and the other stuff (like where do you want the funeral, who to invite, what kind of music to play, what kind of food to serve, specific instructions about donation/burial/cremation druthers.) None of which was designed to freak out my parents, but sort of a conversation starter about what THEY want after passing, so I can know for sure that I'm doing what they want. If they even have druthers. My Dad, bless him, has a very thorough will and advance medical directive, but hadn't ever thought about memorial service and just wants to make sure all his poker buddies get the invite. Mom, OTOH, has lists of music and things that she appreciated at other funerals, so that's nice to know. I am glad that I gave them advance written notice before just starting a conversation over dinner, Mom was a little unnerved at first but about a month later had a total brainstorm of ideas.
Aims, if it's any consolation, my mom sent a card when they returned from a trip. Card had a check in it, which wasnt for much, but it was a nice thought, but the check came with a note detailing lunches she'd bought for HPF, plus another $30 I owed her for something else. She'd pro-rated the check. I got a bill for my 40th birthday.
Good thing I also got a rocking time with friends, courtesy of DH.
