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[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.
Heh, so cute. I think this happens to Dave some, too, because kids love him. Babies and toddlers particularly will instantly take to him. I think it's something about the blue sticky-uppy hair and the way he looks completely seriously at them. They will talk and talk to him, all babbly and intent, like, finally someone who is taking me seriously.
(Also, I totally know a real bow I can recommend for Matilda.)
I made the DEADline. With 30 minutes to spare!
...What? 8/12 means by midnight.
And sorry to scare anyone, again, and if you have emailed me, I promise I will email you back tomorrow. I go boom as soon as the kiddo finishes his movie. (Why, yes, we are permissive his last weekend with us.)
Love alla y'all!
The meeting sounds like it went really well. They had dinner and watched the Olympics, and my mom was kind of drugged up on muscle relaxants, and they were friendly and accommodating, and my mom facepalmed a lot, but there was no screaming, and my mom even gave her a side-hug.
They're postponing the wedding, probably till March.
and my mom was kind of drugged up on muscle relaxants
Normally I wouldn't say this...but mebbe your mom should be drugged more?
I am HAPPY, though, it seemed to go well. The potential for disaster seemed pretty high...
They're postponing the wedding, probably till March.Normally I wouldn't suggest this, but maybe your FSIL should say she's preggers, and wants to wed before she shows. Then stand back, and watch your mom's head explode. We could sell tickets. And popcorn!
As I said before about someone else, she's not wrong.
Fortunately, it seems she likes that sort of thing.
Oh, the mearaing you'll do...
Yay for stuff arriving. I feel your pain on unpacking. I have bed, couch, recliner, TV and microwave. Just about everything else is still in boxes, waiting for the hole in my floor to be fixed. I envy your ability to unpack.
Ha! My stepmom and (step)sister are actually going to be in the area on Tuesday and want to stop by. I should point out neither visited me in Oregon. In almost seven years. I'm not this good of an unpacker, I am fucking motivated.
Bedroom is unpacked. Kitchen is unpacked. My bathroom will be done tomorrow. The guest room is drab but not full of boxes. Two other rooms will be disasters and my "entertainment area" is tragic. But I'm busting my ass to impress. I would not be putting in these kinds of days on tile otherwise. People, floating wood floors are your friends. I totally think carpet is gross but omg my feet are killing me. Everything is killing me. Including the heat.
But the daily thunderstorms are brilliant when they aren't threatening to flood me or indicating some serious climate change.
The desert really does smell amazing with the rain.
Or the President taking both the Vicodin and the Percocet at once.
People moving should never be given both of these drugs at once. I would take either right now. Or both. Well, no, just one. But only because I have a small script for Flexeril. Moving hurts.
I know we all go through this lurker thing from time to time so I appreciate the understanding.
Absolutely, Laura. Absolutely.
Maybe not quite freak-out-worthy, because she does have a tendency to disappear, but worrisome.
It's not the worst thing that we ask, it's good. I mean, I will disappear but there are people who within a day could get a response. Even if it is that life sucks and I am hiding in a cave. It's nice that we care and keep track of each other.
I am a nogood awful communicator who fell into the pool of copyediting for the last 5 days and have promptly drownded between it and the kiddo's last overpacked with happenings week.
Nah. Just busy. We just care about our own.
How old do kids have to be before they can start taking meds in pill form?
Allergies growing up in the desert? Early. But I can swallow a handful of pills and easily do some things without water. So I am not the majority. Still, helped to get the Benedryl in may bellah. And then bloodstream. But I can't type that is cool speak.
I don't want to be pushy, and I don't want to be all "Baby! Baby!" if, G-d forbid, something went wrong.
Weird and upsetting story: Last night mom and I were leaving the Land Trust event for the meteor shower and when we got to the car, she told me that the woman we'd been right behind leaving had lost a baby at nine months. My mom doesn't really know her. I've never met her. But a total tragedy. So I'd let her make any talk. Or show up with a baby.
FSIL meets the parents in five hours. Any tips for her?
Nice to meet you, FSIL. Run for your life!
To understand and accept that there is nothing that she can do or say that will make your parents like her. Therefore, she need to be polite and respectful, and conduct herself in such as way that her mother (or anyone that she respects) would be proud of her. She should also speak to your brother ahead of time about the possibility of needing to leave if she is being treated badly. They should decide if they will leave together or he will stay. If he stays, he needs to make it clear to your parents that they discussed it ahead of time, and he is not choosing them over her, just that she supports him trying to maintain a relationship with his parents, but she will not accept their poor treatment.
Note: Always go to Vortex for advice. Or Scrappy. Or Jilli if I want to buy a swoopy skirt. But mostly, listen to Vortex a lot.
Luckily I'm her favorite niece, so I've never been in her direct fire but I've seen her in action. She can kill a person with kindness face to face, but will be brutal behind his/her back. She also holds a (continued...)
( continues...) grudge like whoa.
Heh. I think Niecelet would say this about me. She's totally my favorite but she hears what I really think as well. Also I can be a bitch when I am cranky.
but I was so overwhelmed I didn't even know where to start.
Oh, that is so hard.
says the girl who still can't believe Beverly was kind enough to drive 1.5 hrs each way to do her dishes.
Bev is so that person.
Matilda has a new med, an amoxicillin suspension that's even gooier and gloppier, but (though still gross) is merely disgusting, rather than redolent of Satanic sphincter.
Is that still the same weird pink-flavored one? I didn't love it but I took it a lot for strep as a kid (and adult until tonsillectomy in my early twenties) and it wasn't fun but it wasn't hell either.
I am so tired. And sore. Moving packages need to come with physical therapy and drugs and house elves and ... taquitos.
and my "entertainment area" is tragic.Ha. That was first unpacked here. Granted, I still haven't hooked up the receiver and speakers. But Airport with media drive plugged in, cable modem, DVR, TV were hooked up ASAP, since next morning Charter was coming by to hook me up. Plus. I'm TV junkie.
Well, APPARENTLY, reattaching the base of my tv wasn't as technically simple - while being physically awkward - as I thought. So I have a spinny tv. On the base but really not totally attached.
Possibly I also have shelving that was going to be the base of the new entertainment center that I bought the day after Thanksgiving. Still in boxes. I am just mostly hoping it was only last year and not the year before. Who knows. It was a good deal and I bought it and I still think it was a good idea. Just I've never opened the boxes.
But I want the tv on the wall, if I can. So it's just braced now. And the dvr that worked last night is borked today so it's not my most pressing matter. Mostly I want to sleep.
I did have cable / internet / phone hooked up my first day here but mostly that was lucky scheduling. I have two phones to return, my dvr that worked last night won't work today but the internet is all tubey and such so it's not the worst.
Puppycat has THREE bowls of water. At least two of which are accessible. She's drinking out of my glass. So clearly I need to get her another glass on the coffee table. That is going to suck to explain. I was thinking I'd avoid it. But she's dim and doesn't learn new tricks so easy. And hydration matters more in the desert.
Okay, sleep. Moving - where nothing is beautiful and everything hurts. Tomorrow, another room.