I've been following along but not saying much - just wanted to jump in and send more ~ma to Daniel and Windsparrow. I'm glad to hear Daniel is improving.
'Not Fade Away'
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.
Oy, Daniel's body is all-in fighting off infections. My high school teacher/mentor developed Pseudo-obstruction (related to Crone's Disease) and had to be hospitalized a couple times with rampant infections related to his tubes. You don't realize how virulent they can be until you get the play by play describing how they had to kill off a bacterial infection and a fungal infection at the same time.
In happier news, Burrell you were on my mind all day today. (1) Because there were headlines on SF Gate today about (Pat) Burrell's last game with the Giants, and (2) walking to school this morning Matilda introduced me to "the new girl" who is your namesake.
Thanks Hec, that's sweet to hear.
Thanks, I know all your ~ma makes a big difference.
Thanks Hec, that's sweet to hear.
The actual stream of consciousness sequence went like this:
"Giants Celebrate Burrell's Last Game With Giants"
Aww, Burrell. Not with the Giants. Teaching.
Burrell and Mr. Burrell. Jane Austen. Love. Sideburns.
Burrell kidlets. {affection}
Later, going to school...
Matilda: "Daddy, that's the new girl."
Me:
[To the parents]
"Hi, I'm David. This is my daughter Matilda.
[To Matilda's classmate]
"What's your name?"
Matilda's Classmate: "[Burrell's Real Name]
Me:
[internally]
Awwww.
For some reason, people think that my name is Debbie over the phone. I had to fight with the Comcast people when they misheard it, and I wanted them to change it.
I get the occasional Cindy. With my current cold, I kinda get it, but otherwise people need to clean out their ears.
For some reason, people think that my name is Debbie over the phone.
I've gotten that before. Although it was from the mom of the kids I babysat when I was 13. The other couple they went out with one night offered to take me home, and the mom of "my" family introduced me as Steffie. Only she had a really nasally voice, and the couple driving me home called me Debbie the whole way home.
Being 13 and with strangers, I didn't bother to correct them.
L'Shana Tova to those who celebrate!
I've never had any of the "As in...?" last name issues. As far as I have ever been able to tell, every person in the world who shares my last name is related to me.