Don't you have an elsewhere to be?

Cordelia ,'Lessons'


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.


Ginger - Jul 25, 2013 2:29:42 pm PDT #2305 of 30002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I had excellent tamales from a farmer's market.

I have as "is there anything a doctor can do about this" question. One ear is chipping away at my sanity. It itches inside the ear canal and it feels like something is sloshing or rolling. Occasionally there's a sharp pain. I've tried peroxide, alcohol, heat, etc.


le nubian - Jul 25, 2013 2:34:56 pm PDT #2306 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

you need to see a doctor. I'm wondering if you have an ear infection.


Hil R. - Jul 25, 2013 3:13:32 pm PDT #2307 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Go to a doctor. I agree that it could be an ear infection, or could just be fluid, but let a doctor look and figure it out.


erikaj - Jul 25, 2013 3:16:01 pm PDT #2308 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!

I use ear candles when my ears are plugged, but since there is pain, maybe someone should look inside?


Zenkitty - Jul 25, 2013 4:43:48 pm PDT #2309 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Ginger, you might just need a good decongestant, like Afrin that gets squirted inside the nose. But I'd go to the doctor.

Ear candles don't work. Sorry... They don't really pull anything out of the ear, all they really do at best is warm the ear, which you can do more safely with a heating pad or warm compress. We debunked them solidly at a Christmas party one year.


SuziQ - Jul 25, 2013 5:12:59 pm PDT #2310 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

In the continuing saga of "How the rifle turns"...

Today CJ asked K-Bug if he could come by to pick up the bolt so he could take the pieces to our friend's gun safe. She said no. It then became an arguement over "the rifle was given with the plan for CJ and the bf to go hunting together".

So - either it was a gift or it wasn't. If it is a gift, then ownership needs to transfer to me until CJ is 18 and I get to decide how/when/where it is used/stored. If it is not a gift, then they get to deal with taking it back from CJ and I still get to decide how/when/where he gets to use a gun of any sort.

Some of this was discussed in text between them and CJ and then them and me on the phone. For all the talk, they kept trying to have it be a gift, but one they controlled. Sorry, no. I told them I wanted it decided and dealt with before I left on vacation. Actually, it needs to be dealt with before CJ goes off to training tomorrow evening.

Talking to the bf on the phone is like talking to a used car salesman. He is calm and finds ways to make you agree to small things and then you are close to agreeing to the big things. Or at least that is how I felt. K-Bug just doesn't see it at all. She wants us all to just get along.


erikaj - Jul 25, 2013 5:25:20 pm PDT #2311 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!

Certainly feels as though my ears get cleaner...score one for the placebo effect I suppose.


Laura - Jul 26, 2013 2:28:52 am PDT #2312 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

bf continues to not surprise. I'm sorry that poor CJ has been pulled into the mess at this level.


Pix - Jul 26, 2013 7:31:47 am PDT #2313 of 30002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

I want to smack this guy. A lot.


Hil R. - Jul 26, 2013 8:17:37 am PDT #2314 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Argh. I went into Michael's to buy some scrapbooking stuff. I get up to the cash register, and the cashier says, in that voice you use for talking to little kids, "Oh, you have a boo-boo! I'm sorry!" I look behind me, confused, to see if one of the kids on line just fell or something. Nope. She's talking to me about my ankle brace. The hell?