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.
Holds major metropolitain area close and petses it.
Oh, totally. I had to call around quite a bit before finding a place that makes the glasses right in the store. Everywhere else, you pick out the frames and then they send them somewhere else for the lenses to be cut and put in. Although, even in DC, I usually had to wait for them to order lenses -- I've got a weird prescription, and they almost never had my lenses in stock. I got one pair of rimless glasses like I had before, and one pair of clunkier Tina Fey style glasses, so that I can have some different looks, and so that I'll have a backup pair for when I inevitably break one of them. My history with keeping glasses safe isn't so great. (One of the really nice benefits of working here is vision insurance -- for two pairs of glasses, I paid about $400 and insurance paid about $500.)
My neice is fast asleep in my arms. So precious.
bonny, take care and feel better soon! Hate viruses.
bonny, I hope you feel better soon.
sj, AWWW. I can't wait to meet D's niece - she's not mine, technically, but I'ma kind of pretend like she is.
I really miss living in places where there are actual things to do. The Young Professionals group out here has a big weekend planned -- volunteering on Sunday to help clean up downtown, after the students make a mess of it by partying for St. Patrick's Day on Saturday night. Free pizza for all volunteers.
sj, AWWW. I can't wait to meet D's niece - she's not mine, technically, but I'ma kind of pretend like she is.
As any only child the only kids that are truly my niece and nephew are TCG's brother's two children, the rest of the kids I refer to as my nieces and nephews are all honorary. So, so I say go with the pretending. I collect nieces and nephews whenever I can, because I love being an auntie. The adorable little one I was holding today is my step-cousin's baby girl; she's 6 months old and the teeniest sweetest little thing ever.
I did not have pie on Pi day, but I do have a shamrock shake. Although, now that I think about it, I did have pizza for dinner, does that count?
Damn, I didn't have pie, either. Sadness.
I think I am going to get wee LK a book from my childhood.
Strix! Insent via text and email. If you're lurking and don't have spoons, you can just email me back "no spoons."
So, I've been on a weight loss kick ever since I saw myself in some pictures and thought OH MY GOD!!!. One of my big changes has been portion control, so I've been measuring. My general plan is to measure the portions of protein and starch and I can have as much veggies and fruit that I want.
I have found something interesting. As I measure out the appropriate serving, I keep thinking "there's no way that's enough", but it somehow is. I'm not hungry (although I often want more just because I'm a damned good cook.)
I have found something interesting. As I measure out the appropriate serving, I keep thinking "there's no way that's enough", but it somehow is. I'm not hungry (although I often want more just because I'm a damned good cook.)
My grandfather calls this "Jesus cooking school." As in, when my mom comes to visit, she gives him appropriate portions and he's never hungry; to him it seems like Jesus feeding the masses with the loaves and fishes.
I need to do more mindful eating and wait in between helpings, especially until I get my reflux under control.