Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.

Lorne ,'Time Bomb'


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.


sj - Mar 04, 2013 4:24:05 pm PST #27009 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Stephanie, I would take her in if her stomach still hurts. It could be something more serious that requires antibiotics.


Burrell - Mar 04, 2013 4:24:44 pm PST #27010 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

That is worrying, Stephanie, if only because seeing your child in misery is worrying. If she's keeping down milk and ham it seems like she'd keep down anything. I'd try feeding her anything she'll eat, even if it's pudding or ice cream. You can shift her to food with some nutritional value later.


Amy - Mar 04, 2013 4:25:42 pm PST #27011 of 30001
Because books.

As long as she's hydrated, she should be okay, Stephanie. Tempt her with whatever you think she might tolerate and also enjoy -- applesauce like Dana said or ice cream. Otherwise just keep an eye on her, and make sure she's drinking *and* peeing.


le nubian - Mar 04, 2013 4:25:55 pm PST #27012 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

I'm with sj.


le nubian - Mar 04, 2013 4:26:16 pm PST #27013 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Congratulations Biyi!

I would love to get to that point with Spanish.


Burrell - Mar 04, 2013 4:28:36 pm PST #27014 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Oh yeah, congrats Biyi! That's impressive.


sj - Mar 04, 2013 4:34:18 pm PST #27015 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Congrats to Biyi.


Laura - Mar 04, 2013 5:16:00 pm PST #27016 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Boob~ma, meara. I understand being concerned. Tests are by their nature concerning. So not an expert, but there are varying methods of mammography now with some of the methods more effective for women with dense breasts or other problems with testing. Like I think the digital mammography does a better job and may avoid repeated tests.

Well done, Biyi!

Poor Ellie. If you are getting her to drink she is likely ok until she trusts eating again. Trust your instincts. You know her normal behavior.


Typo Boy - Mar 04, 2013 5:27:00 pm PST #27017 of 30001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

temping people with stomach isues: yogurt, puddings, soups, apple sauce and other fruit purees. smoothies. juices.


smonster - Mar 04, 2013 5:38:27 pm PST #27018 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Let's see if I can do this. Look Ma, no spoons.

Andi, the mirror lies. More specifically, the meaniepants in your brain is distorting what you see in the mirror. Know that, know that in some twisted way this voice thinks it's protecting you, and give yourself a big hug.

meara, it's nothing~ma.

Steph, I wish you patience and fortitude getting through all of this wackiness.

At the one Moldovan wedding I attended, at 4:30 in the morning, they sat the groom on a chair, put a pillow on his lap (IDEK), and sat the bride upon his lap. They took off her veil, tied on an apron and a kerchief, and one by one the guests announced their gifts over a microphone (money amount and all) and placed it on the couple or at their feet. Like, money got tucked in her kerchief, blankets were draped over them, etc. They both looked exhausted and fucking miserable, and we left before it was over.

ION, as mentioned, I am running a spoon deficit to rival the national debt. My new place is a disaster, my old place needs cleaning, my parents get here tomorrow, I'm cranky at D and may not have a chance to really talk to him until NEXT Wednesday, and they're inducing D's bro's fiancée tomorrow (which puts D on pet feeding and mom chauffeuring and food delivery duties).

I could use a little zen and a lot of spoons, if people have any to wish me. But more importantly, healthy baby~ma to D's family.

G'night, Bitches. Stephanie, I hope everyone is on the mend.