I'm not evil again. Why does everyone think that?

Angel ,'Sleeper'


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.


quester - Mar 19, 2013 5:24:39 pm PDT #27654 of 30001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Ginger, stubborn = strong!


Strix - Mar 19, 2013 6:03:23 pm PDT #27655 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Hugs ALL THE BUFFISTAS!

Except for the hug-averse.

You've made what could be a dour day into a positive one.


Polter-Cow - Mar 19, 2013 10:02:49 pm PDT #27656 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

{{{Strix}}}

You need some Aeslin mice, is what you need.


le nubian - Mar 19, 2013 11:38:10 pm PDT #27657 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Strix,

hugs and no judgment. I am glad you are seeking out ways to address what's going on. Do you think a group support setting might be helpful in addition to what you have researched and discussed?


Strix - Mar 20, 2013 1:49:02 am PDT #27658 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

You need some Aeslin mice, is what you need.

I have 4 cats and a Corgi. I think it wouldn't work out.

Le Nubian, I'm not sure a group setting would work for me. I might try one or two, but I think my personality would just be screaming GETOUGETOUTGETOUT!

I will be looking for on-line support groups; I'm just more comfortable. I'll have to experiment and see what works for me.

It's a good thought, though. But my family, DH, local friends, y'all support me; I'll have a psychiatrist and a therapist, and books and my journal. And yoga and exercise.


SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2013 5:07:37 am PDT #27659 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Strix, I am so sorry to hear things have been so tough for you. But it's great to hear, and see! just how much support you're getting and that you are being proactive about seeking it out. You are an inspiration.

Ginger, I'm very glad to hear you're getting good positive test results. Fast bone-healing~ma.

Also, a little late on the London topic, but I would love to go back for a longer visit. I had two days on a RON (remain overnight) from Rota, Spain to London way back in 1986. With so little time, the group I was with decided on a bus tour past famous monuments and a boat trip up the Thames. And of course, massive pub crawls in the evening; we were sailors, after all. I envy all y'all who actually got into the museums rather than just drive past. I did have to have the obligatory picture taken in front of Buckingham palace, though.


SuziQ - Mar 20, 2013 6:04:15 am PDT #27660 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Cross posted with Natter.

Today is the first day of spring. In the Persian calendar is is also New Years - No Rouz. The typical greeting is Edie Shoma Mobarak.

It is a day for wearing new clothes and visiting friends and family. It is also a tradition to set up a Haft Sin (seven s's). This is a table setting that includes...
sabzeh – wheat, barley or lentil sprouts growing in a dish – symbolizing rebirth
samanu – a sweet pudding made from wheat germ – symbolizing affluence
senjed – the dried fruit of the oleaster tree – symbolizing love
sīr – garlic – symbolizing medicine
sīb – apples – symbolizing beauty and health
somaq – sumac berries – symbolizing (the color of) sunrise
serkeh – vinegar – symbolizing age and patience.

Other items are often placed on the table such as coins to represent wealth, a mirror to represent honesty, decorated eggs (fertility), and a bowl of water with a goldfish to represent life within life.

I have always loved No Rouz because it is a huge Iranian holiday that has nothing to do with religon. I wish I could travel to visit each of you or welcome you into my home and serve you amazing Persian food.


amych - Mar 20, 2013 6:06:06 am PDT #27661 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Suzi, that sounds delightful (and mighty tasty) -- Edie Shoma Mobarak to you!


sj - Mar 20, 2013 6:37:51 am PDT #27662 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

This being sick thing is getting old.


Maria - Mar 20, 2013 7:06:01 am PDT #27663 of 30001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

I'm sorry, sj. It seems worse this year than in years past.

From Facebook, for those who don't use it. You are just as important to me, and I need to thank you for the last year.

Fair warning: This is LONG.

You all know I usually don't have a problem finding something to say... about anything, but I've spent the last month or so trying to figure out how to adequately express myself in this case. I've finally just decided to put it out there and hope everyone realizes the depth and sincerity of my gratitude and appreciation.

It's been a bit over 13 months since Rob died. It is, without a doubt, the worst thing that's ever happened to me, but it also proved that I am surrounded by an amazing family and a phenomenal set of friends. Oh, there were lots of surprises--people I thought that would have been there come hell or high water were nowhere to be found, and I found out things that were better left undiscovered. On the other hand, people that I only had a passing acquaintance with became vitally important and indispensable parts of my life. I lost so much, but I gained wonderful things in return.

I mourned and coped in the open, on Facebook. I may have overshared, but it has been the best therapy for me. When I post something, I've let it go and it doesn't sit and fester. I have read every comment and every word of encouragement, and I can't believe I know such amazing people.

First and foremost, to my family - Mom, Papa, Lisa, my aunt and uncle, and my amazing cousins: You kept me going when I just couldn't. You held me and let me cry and deal with it in my own way, but you all were ready to slay dragons on my behalf. The love and support I'm receiving to this day is a big reason why I'm getting through this. You had my back, and I will always have yours. I will never be able to repay you.

To Mark and Frank: You did everything that I couldn't. You were just there, handling everything, including me. You're still there when I need you. I am humbled by your generosity, and again, I will never be able to repay you.

To my neighbors: You were the ones I turned to immediately, and you didn't let me down. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking on the burden of that terrible day, and thank you for continuing to help, even when I'm too stubborn to ask.

To my high school and college friends: We don't always stay in touch, but every last one of you that matters was there for me. Your phone calls and cards and emails and texts were perfect, and I am so damned lucky that you still care after all of these years.

To my b-orgers: I don't even have the words. You kept me sane, you let me rant against the unfairness of it all, and you listened to the ugly parts and passed no judgment. You literally wrapped me in a blanket of love and stood guard around me at the funeral. I am eternally grateful.

To my PA friends: Thank you for being there every weekend. You make me laugh, and often you make me shake my head, but your loyalty and support is never in question.

To my friends everywhere else: You're a phenomenal bunch. Thank you for giving me places to escape to, and someone to talk to in just about every time zone.

To Rob's high school, air show, and hockey friends, especially his players: Some of you I met for the first time at the funeral, some of you I hadn't seen in years, and some I still haven't met, but we were lucky to have you in our lives. I'm so glad that you care. And boys? You are his best legacy.

To my gym instructors, trainer, and fitness friends: I started going to the gym to get out of the house. You gave me a reason to keep going back. Now, look where I'm at. I did the work, but you all continue to teach me so much, not just about movement and exercise, but about what I'm actually capable of. Limits are made to be pushed, and now I know I can do that. Thank you. You've changed my life.

To the one who still calls every night, and the one who stays with me the Friday of every major holiday weekend: You are the sisters of my heart. Words aren't good enough. (continued...)