so even though the guy leases both, only the one location can be called peninsula creamery? ok.
I see your uhhhhhhhhhhh and raise you a gnyeh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
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.
Kat - Aug 03, 2005 2:50:01 pm PDT #5573 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Aims - Aug 03, 2005 2:50:11 pm PDT #5574 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
YAY SALAD SHOOTER! And YAY MARRIAGE!
I love mine.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 03, 2005 3:01:36 pm PDT #5575 of 10002
What is even happening?
Perkins I have had two root canals, and both endontists told me I should feel no pain, and if I did, to stop them, and tell them. And it really didn't hurt, because they numbed me, good. The most difficult part--don't laugh--was keeping my mouth open for that long. The site was a little tender afterwards, but they're getting rid of the source of your toothache, so you do feel better, after.
Advil, or Tylenol should take care of any after discomfort. FWIW, I am the world's BIGGEST wimp. I make that clear to the dentist, every time I go, too. Sometimes, I even cry before they look at me.
After crossing the Pacific in a Navy ship that was no one's idea of a speedster and eating only Vienna sausage, FIL was never able to even think of eating the things again. I think Hubby avoids them in his father's honor.My father would never let us have Chili or Sloppy Joes, because to him, that was Navy food.
He was really paying attention last November, wasn't he? I loves me some Chris. Kid's smarter than a lot of adults I know.
I'm wondering how much he remembers from 2000 (when he would have been 6 mos old, but you know Chris). I ranted and raved, and could feel my blood pressure spike, every time. This time, I was very and weirdly Zen about the election.
sarameg - Aug 03, 2005 3:04:03 pm PDT #5576 of 10002
I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick.
It is 90 out.
I'm flying to a wedding in 2 days.
I have virtually no backup at work.
I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick.
(it may just be a reaction to crappy air, but I can't tell.)
Glamcookie - Aug 03, 2005 3:05:49 pm PDT #5577 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I like this: [link]
Jesse - Aug 03, 2005 3:18:20 pm PDT #5578 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yeah, Perkins, my root canal itself didn't hurt so much -- it felt BIZARRE, but not painful. My jaw hurt for a while, though, just from being open for so long.
Consuela - Aug 03, 2005 3:19:45 pm PDT #5579 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
The worst part of the root canal was the severe discomfort of having people's hands in my mouth for hours. And take decongestant, because you need to be able to breath through your nose!
Bring your iPod so you have music to zone out by.
brenda m - Aug 03, 2005 3:30:40 pm PDT #5580 of 10002
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
It seems to me that seltzer is saltier than club soda, but that could be all in my head. Mouth, I guess.
Brenda, where did you hear about the Purple Line fire? I didn't see anything at the Tribune's web site. More often than not, I can't find info on service disruptions due to suicide, etc.
NPR.
Cashmere - Aug 03, 2005 3:32:15 pm PDT #5581 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm wondering how much he remembers from 2000 (when he would have been 6 mos old, but you know Chris). I ranted and raved, and could feel my blood pressure spike, every time. This time, I was very and weirdly Zen about the election.
I'm sure he learned more from a calm, collected, but informed atmosphere this past November. Or he could have picked up on my freak out vibes from 600 miles away.
And we all know I freaked out enough for all of us.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 03, 2005 3:42:18 pm PDT #5582 of 10002
What is even happening?
I'm sure he learned more from a calm, collected, but informed atmosphere this past November. Or he could have picked up on my freak out vibes from 600 miles away.
And we all know I freaked out enough for all of us.Hee.
Oh, today, I had a huge freak out of the mothering kind. We had to clean out the spare room, because my mother will be staying with us from time to time, until she finds a condo.
We'd taken toys out of our den (the window seat has cupboards underneath), when we were treated for carpenter ants about a month ago. They've languished in trash bags in the spare room, ever since. So I had the kids put them away, today (Scott culled some over the last couple of weeks).
Anyhow...I heard Julia yell at Chris not to put a plastic bag over his head. So I joined her, explaining how dangerous it was, and that he could even die. He seemed to get it, and when he was upset that Julia hollered at him, I explained she was just scared, and she was smart, and right to make him stop, even if she was yelling, when she did it.
They continued putting the toys away. I went upstairs to do something else to the spare room. I came back down, and Chris was alone in the den, with a FREAKING TRASH BAG OVER HIS HEAD.
He heard me coming and took it off, as I snatched it off. I really gave him what for, which made him cry, which would have made me cry, EXCEPT HE'D HAD A FREAKING TRASH BAG OVER HIS HEAD.
I explained AGAIN about how dangerous they were. He cried and said he was sorry. Then I explained about 3 more times, because it FREAKED me out that he would do this, after I'd already explained. He's not 3. He's 5.
Later, after his lunch, I talked to him, because when I'd scolded him, he'd said something about not being able to get his arms in, and I honestly just thought he'd been making up a (piss poor) cover story. It turns out, there was a toy at the bottom (and I know there was, it was a little doll that goes with their farm house, or something), and his arms couldn't reach it.
However, I think he now knows not to do that. I could barely breathe when I was telling my mother about it. She had me put him on the phone, and she also explained how dangerous it could be.