Hil (do I have that right?) I thought this would interest you:
a podcast about architectural challenges in designing for the Deaf.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hil (do I have that right?) I thought this would interest you:
a podcast about architectural challenges in designing for the Deaf.
Hey, wanna start the morning off with a few tears?
That reminded me I want to get a t-shirt for the Avengers. I really want Iron Man, but I hate all the t-shirts. I don't want a shirt with Iron Man on it, and he doesn't have a symbol the way, say, Batman does. (I know I could get a shirt with the arc reactor, but I'm not feeling it.) (My big exception to this rule is that I have a t-shirt that's a Wonder Woman comic cover, and I love it. But for the most part, I'm symbols-only gal.)
So I think I'm going with Cap.
Tim needs to buy new swim trunks before vacation, and I was desperately hoping we could find Thor trunks with just the hammer right over the general junk area. No such luck. YET.
I also hope to finish weeding the dog's kennel today.
Gah, I should weed the crazy stuff that's sprung up along the backyard fence, so as not to offend the neighbors. But I just clocked serious time on the elliptical and now I just want to eat cake. (We have no cake, which makes this REALLY HARD.) I should probably go weed while the sun's out, though.
It seems like the only way to get to 17 is to put "fucking" before just about every noun.
Some verbs, too.
I got in more than 17, but I use "fucking" and "goddamn" before verbs as well as nouns. Like "We’re the ones that [goddamn] suffered down here, who [fucking] lost everything."
I never get to do that in my day job.
We went to a food truck rally benefit for SPCA last night but the lines were too long to actually get food! But we did manage to get a couple of beers and sat on the hill and watched the people parade. Then had dinner at not a truck. Overindulged a bit and this morning was a wash. I should have gotten up to do spin but could not get out of bed. So, have been a total slug all day. I need to go out to get my nails done in a bit and to find some sort of shirt to wear to a friend's 70s party tonight.
I think my nails are long enough to go to a salon and have acrylics or some such put on, but I am gonna wait until later today, because I am working in the yard today. It is BEAUTIFUL.
so I emailed a bunch of women that I have become friendly with in the last 2 years, like probably 10-12 that I would love to see people and I know time is limited in all our lives and if anyone wanted just stop by for a break anytime today or tomorrow after 12 noon. So 1 person responded and she can't come at all. I mean I guess people could still just pop over, but really 1 response. I haven't found my people yet. The people that I have met that seem to have freer schedules are not people that I feel as close to, we value different things and don't have as much in common. bah.
off to yard work, vitamin D, and lots of dirt.
O msbelle. I understand how hard it is. Even being here years, It seems harder to make friends as I get older. (It doesn't help that I'm pretty shy.) And my married and sprogged friends I see less and less, as their lives get busier. Of course, I need to reach out more...
Fuck, they stole my homemade chorizo at customs. Bastards.
Yeah, making new friends is super hard, and I have like no demands on my time!
Tonight is going to be interesting. I'm going to the Seattle Mr. & Ms. Leather Competition. One of my friends who's in the kink scene wanted me to go with her, so I'm tagging along. Where I'm sure I will be greeted with a lot of "Oh, YOU'RE Elspeth's fairy gothmother!" comments.
Consuela, if it had pork in it, they had to confiscate it.
But I spent the last two weeks thinking how awesome it would be to share it. I understand the law, but I'm still really upset. Possibly because I've been traveling since o dark thirty and I'm only in nyc...
And now I have to log off for the next, last, flight. Argh. See yall on the flip side.