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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.


Scrappy - Dec 30, 2013 1:15:45 pm PST #7631 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Well done, Andi!


WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2013 1:23:31 pm PST #7632 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

This was an alternative to going to the Regional Director and saying, "I have a problem with T, here's what happened..." and making her directly look bad. Also, I toyed with going to the trainer and saying, "apparently this house needs a refresher in training in the company philosophy and the behavior strategies we are supposed to employ to put it into practice because we have lots of new people who don't know it and I am apparently crap at mentoring them in it," with a hope that I could bring up "How to Help People Pick Paint Colors for Their Living Room" as a topic.


WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2013 1:25:50 pm PST #7633 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Thanks, Scrappy!


SuziQ - Dec 30, 2013 1:34:44 pm PST #7634 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Very diplomatically handled, Andi.

I'm trying hard to use some diplomacy in a family situation and it is hard as heck to try to remain unemotional and just present logical options. I would rather throw a temper tantrum and say my way or the highway. Being an adult sucks sometimes.


WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2013 2:08:55 pm PST #7635 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

That is definitely hard work, Suzi.


Connie Neil - Dec 30, 2013 2:17:36 pm PST #7636 of 30002
brillig

Word from Hubby: More tests next week. Joy. But I'll take that to mean that there are options. No wonder he has cancer, the amount of radiation and chemicals that have been pointed at his body.


WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2013 2:24:01 pm PST #7637 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Yeah, I like the guestimate of "there are options". Seems reasonable to me.


Connie Neil - Dec 30, 2013 2:33:38 pm PST #7638 of 30002
brillig

Just talked to him. Not so much options as "how bad is this going to be for your heart? We need an echocardiogram. Oh, we should look at your bone marrow, too." He hates needles so much.

The chemo is going to be every three weeks and rough enough that it will require overnight admission to a hospital in Salt Lake. Granted, it's supposed to be the world's best cancer center--or way up there--but I wish it would be closer to home. 6 to 10 courses, then hopefully not again for 5-7 years. Depending on how much damage this does to his heart, of course.

He's currently taking a glass of wine and the cat to bed.


beth b - Dec 30, 2013 2:42:38 pm PST #7639 of 30002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

That sounds rough, Connie. He has this whole board on his side. May everything be just a little easier than planned.


WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2013 2:51:04 pm PST #7640 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Lots of ~ma that it isn't too rough on his heart, and that the chemo knocks this thing out of the park.

Slightly unusual - Sammie has joined me, and is purring loud enough for me to hear. these are her very best healing purrs. She did this when I had bronchitis, and when I had my wisdom teeth out. j I transmit them to you and your DH, Connie.