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.
ha! took me a minute to figure out that t-shirt!
I can eat onions (and garlic) but prefer them used as seasoning rather than the food. Last Friday I was off work and spotted the Big Cheese food truck and had their "Thrilled Cheese" - grilled cheese sandwith with jalapenos and other spicy goodness. Then I went home and took a nap.
Connie (from way back) - I had cataract surgery last year. I'm ... well, kind of ambivalent on the results. It exacerbated an existing condition and I'm finding that with the two different lenses, I need glasses to read. Before, with my extreme nearsightedness, if I had something close enough I could read it (hence the nose smudges on some books). Now ... either I wear my reading glasses or close one eye and try to find a distance at which the open eye will focus. I CAN now walk around without glasses and don't have to worry about running into things (like I said - extremely nearsighted) and it does my vanity some good. And I can get reasonably priced lenses for my prescription lenses and even use the cheap drugstore reading glasses.
Feel free to ask if you want info.
This blindsided me. I expected conflict and ugliness around the election, and even though it was maddening at times, I was prepared. But all of the extreme pro-gun posts (arm all the teachers! There's no way that could end badly!) have caught me totally off-guard.
It kind of blindsided me too. The real life people I can cut off and insist that we just agree to disagree, but the Facebook thing is harder since so much of it is just posting graphics that spout things like how guns killed Bin Laden.
I was bad and just went and posted my thoughts on the subject. Chances are this means I have to take a Facebook break now, or start hiding people's posts. Or do some serious friend trimming. Oh well.
eta: love you guys
The Southern and Hawaiian sweet onions are all varieties of the the F1 Hybrid Yellow Granex. The key is growing them in low-sulfur soil. If people can tolerate sweet onions better, I suspect low sulfur is the answer. Walla Walla sweets might grow better in San Francisco, although I confess that the San Francisco climate baffles me.
(I've written a lot about Vidalia onions.)
smonster, every one of those shirts is gorgeous!
I'm kind of in love with this one.
I sympathize with everyone dealing with car issues. I just dropped 2600+ on mine. I got a lot of stuff done, and it really was the first serious money I've put into it since I bought it. It drives like a dream again, but oy the sticker shock.
Rantycakes! Get your rantycakes right here! Not only have I not found my holiday spirit yet, I'm still a little confused that's it's December already.
I am also cranky about event organizers thinking FB messages are the best way to communicate important details like hotel reservation numbers. And irrationally cranky (I know it's irrational, trust me) about multiple strangers asking me yesterday if I was steampunk. Top hats DO NOT equal steampunk, and we Neo-Victorian goths are getting really cranky about it.
On the plus side, I'm going holiday shopping with Dad today. That will be nice.
I'm having this debate with Bobby's car. It is a 2002 with 136k miles. Most of the broken stuff is internal body work like window buttons and sun roof, etc. hate to put a bunch of money in an old car , but it is a cool car. Gear box might need some work too. Ugh. Cars are money pits for sure.
smonster, tons of anti-anxiety~ma for you.
Jilli, sorry about the cranky. I hope you have fun shopping with your dad.
Not only have I not found my holiday spirit yet, I'm still a little confused that's it's December already.
Not to make it worse but I realized today that it's past mid-December already.
Ack!
Not to make it worse but I realized today that it's past mid-December already.
In one week exactly, I will be getting drunk as hell with my family and opening presents. (We do Christmas Eve with my family -- lunch with dad, dinner with mom and stepdad -- and Christmas Day with Tim's family. Mine is the family that busts out the wine and gets loaded.)