Oh, argh. just got stuck on twitter with Mr. "I'm White and Something Unfair Happened To Me And Mine, so Racism? Meh."(Dad? no. Kidding.) Hate, hate. Deray is even more my hero for not developing a drinking problem or similar. It's the overall picture, dingus. His gambit of branding me an out-of-touch princess has just failed(Actually, that part kind of tickles me, except for the part where it kind of reminds me that I've had a weird life where a lot of tough things happened.)
Walking I get. But power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time?
Angel ,'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
erikaj - Jun 23, 2015 1:17:52 pm PDT #20122 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!
sj - Jun 23, 2015 1:38:45 pm PDT #20123 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ugh, erika.
So, what am I supposed to put on an August baby to sleep in? All the baby pajamas seem so warm for August? Is it safe to just put her in a onesie or does she need the warmth of swaddling or actual pjs. The "I'm so not prepared" panic is starting to set in.
Beverly - Jun 23, 2015 1:43:48 pm PDT #20124 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
StE wanted nothing more than a draft-free bassinet, a diaper, and a tee shirt, with arms and legs flung wide. In December.
StY wanted the nightgown with the drawstring, the kimono over that, and wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito, with two more blankets rolled up on either side of him. In December.
She'll tell you what she likes.
erikaj - Jun 23, 2015 2:00:21 pm PDT #20125 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!
The thing that I do that keeps dumb twitterers off-balance? Rather than verbal ju-jitsu, it usually is "I'm sorry. Tough break."
Hil R. - Jun 23, 2015 2:03:51 pm PDT #20126 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Ugh. Really irritating vegan fat-shaming article from a few years ago is making the rounds on Facebook again. Pretty much says that, if you're vegan and you're fat, then people will be so distracted by your hideous appearance that they won't listen to anything you have to say about animal rights, and so, by being fat, you are failing the movement. I cannot stand this stuff. My weight and my ethical choices have nothing to do with each other, and anybody who sees a skinny vegan and thinks, "I'm going to go vegan so that I can look like her!" isn't going to stay vegan long, anyway.
sj - Jun 23, 2015 2:20:23 pm PDT #20127 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
She'll tell you what she likes.
This makes sense but doesn't really make me feel prepared.
SailAweigh - Jun 23, 2015 2:24:29 pm PDT #20128 of 30002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Lots of onsies, a few half-sweaters (think Captain Kirk's favorite wrap command shirt), a few lightweight footies, and a variety of light weight to medium weight blankets. You can always layer.
sj - Jun 23, 2015 2:37:03 pm PDT #20129 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I won't be using blankets in the crib, but I will have some of those zip up sleep sacks.
sj - Jun 23, 2015 4:37:24 pm PDT #20130 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Good: Child preparedness classes are booked.
Bad: My blood sugar is all over the map again today, and I just responded to my father-in-law's post about guns on facebook, this will not end well.
Burrell - Jun 23, 2015 4:45:19 pm PDT #20131 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
sj, my babies usually slept in onesies wrapped in a baby blanket burrito. Bev is right, trust your wee one to tell you what she wants. You'll quickly get down a rhythm, what to try first when you hear her cry: dirty diaper? too warm or too cold? hungry? tired? Before you know it, you will just know what each particular cry means.