On radar, it looks like central NC is getting whomped.
Two by two, hands of blue. Two by two, hands of blue.
River ,'Ariel'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
sarameg - Jun 30, 2013 2:45:30 pm PDT #27681 of 30001
Juliebird - Jun 30, 2013 3:22:52 pm PDT #27682 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
ita !, I haven't, but my mother picked up two pieces from Goodwill that were done on dried gourds, and they are simply stunning. (One was actually carved into the gourd). Just lots of nonsense doodles and shapes, but so intricate that from a distance it looked like some Aztec mural.
Atropa - Jun 30, 2013 3:32:15 pm PDT #27683 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!
Of course, now I'm at home in nothing but my bloomers and bra, nomming chips and tomatillo salsa. That helps, too.
Cass - Jun 30, 2013 3:49:22 pm PDT #27684 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!
Yay!
If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.
Atropa - Jun 30, 2013 3:52:21 pm PDT #27685 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.
Etsy, mostly. Ooh, or Recollections!
Consuela - Jun 30, 2013 3:53:30 pm PDT #27686 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Hello natter! I'm on my way home from Colorado, back to interviews and the looming BART strike.
...can't I stay unemployed?
Dad seems to be having a good time, and my nephews are adorable. Also, my brother tried to kill me this morning with a nine mile mountain bike ride...
sarameg - Jun 30, 2013 3:54:18 pm PDT #27687 of 30001
I imagine a Jilli-explosion would involve bats, glitter and sparkler sparks.
So my neighbor is hanging pictures or something on our shared wall. Which, given the brick&plaster walls, basically sounds like someone is hammering in my house. Loki The Ever Vigilant is greatly concerned and insists on staring at the wall in question, from right opposite the activity. He's remarkably accurate at pinpointing the location. Up and down the stairs. Now up...
brenda m - Jun 30, 2013 4:53:38 pm PDT #27688 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Heh. My sister and her very crafty BFF offered yesterday to (let me pay them to) HGTV my condo. Which I am totally on board with. But the conversation alone got me energized enough to do some serious dejunking and a fair bit of rearranging today.
sarameg - Jun 30, 2013 5:33:43 pm PDT #27689 of 30001
Oof, just got an email from my cousin who lost his dad last week. He's doing ok,just had remembered a summer where we'd laughed until we'd peed ourselves (no, we did. I remember that we were not embarrassed, it just made us laugh harder. There were 5 or 6 of us), reaching out, as we're spread across this continent.
He's hurting (duh) and it sucks, but I'm glad he got in touch. Even though he's a horrible randomramblerrunon. I can parse it. One of the things I loved about his dad, my Uncle Frank, was that his emails were as run-on in topic as mine. So with Joey, I don't get the same formal grammar and complete sentences, but he will put up with my runonthoughts and I'll put up with his runonsentences.
Connie Neil - Jun 30, 2013 7:54:15 pm PDT #27690 of 30001
brillig
19 wildland fire fighters dead in Arizona. Please, goddess, don't let Hubby see that on the news.