Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Ginger,
I think about you often as well. Do let us know if/how we can help? If you need Trader Joe's (or books or movies or tv) bootlegging, etc we can do that. I'd be happy to.
Thanks for the clarification. I cannot stand her at all so I did not follow her health struggles closely. Her condescension is more than I can bare.
Yeah, Ginger, I think of you often. And you can talk about it all you need to here, but you also don't have to feel like you have to. We want to support you, but only in a way that, you know, actually supports you.
What Liese said.
Theo, so sorry for your loss, but I'm glad it seems like she lived her life well. Continued peace to you.
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Ginger, thanks for updating. I hope you really enjoy your book event.
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shopped our butts odd
My new favorite typo.
Both butts looked normal, not odd at all....:)
{Ginger}
It'll be Hebrew New Year's soon. Which means that once again, someone will need to remind me in what sort of reality I live in, that in which the wealthy, uber-right winged and racist part with history of domestic violence of my family (which I'm Oh So Lucky to have the family's New Year's dinner with!) considered to be the normative side of the family.
(I'm looking forward to a new year. This one mostly sucked, and in various levels of suckiness. I'm just not looking forward to spend the first night of it with people who truly live by the faith that oppression and violence is OK, as long as it doesn't happen to them).
(Edit: as always, grammar.)
Ah, so you know about holidays with my in-laws.
Epic, your tildas warped the board!!
Hi Shir. I hope you can find some peace in this year's holidays.
It's a new day, and I'm feeling much better. I am determined to kick some productivity ass. Or maybe go parade and day drink with the queers, I haven't decided. The challenge will be to not judge myself too harshly or spend time lamenting my previous days of inactivity.
I am determined to kick some productivity ass. Or maybe go parade and day drink with the queers, I haven't decided.
Reasons for loving smonster, #857594. Glad you're feeling better, dear.
I hope you can find some peace in this year's holidays.
There's Yom Kippur somewhere in the middle. That's part of the holiday's meaning, for me. Finding peace and forgiveness in myself, for myself, and in others.
Also, I just spent at least half an hour talking to a wacky older lady in my hood. She's a Cajun raised Catholic who is kind of Hare Krishna now. When she found out that I have a lot of Ashkenazi blood she exclaimed, "Oh, that's why I can talk to you. That's good, strong, intelligent stock."
Quick update: my Father's Day weekend included such events as:
A trip to the zoo. Highlight was the aviary, and realizing there was a cassowary parked right under the walkway.
Ryan singing a new song, a repurposed Richard Scarry tune with the working title of "Awesome Daddy".
Eating lunch at a food court today, with Ryan suddenly announcing that the kitchen opposite was on fire, and proceeding to act out a complete fire rescue.
The Canberra Raiders won their last match of the regular season, 42-22. That gives them a five-game winning streak, the highlight of which was ending the Bulldogs' eleven-game winning streak, the competition leaders and the team my brothers barrack for. They've won a home match for the first week of finals.
Good weekend.