Oh Susan. My heart just breaks for you.
Hands! Hands in new places!
Willow ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Trudy Booth - Apr 09, 2008 1:12:24 pm PDT #3879 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
hippocampus - Apr 09, 2008 1:13:04 pm PDT #3880 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Susan, much comfort to you and your family.
As much no-pain-whatsoever~ma to your mom as I can find.
Maria - Apr 09, 2008 1:14:53 pm PDT #3881 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
I'm so sorry, Susan. Much pain-free~ma to your mom, and coping~ma to you.
amych - Apr 09, 2008 1:22:26 pm PDT #3882 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
{{{Susan}}}. All the strength in the world to both of you.
omnis_audis - Apr 09, 2008 1:28:50 pm PDT #3883 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
{{Susan}} (dunno what else to say, but we are all here for ya)
psst: tell us in whitefont
C'mon, you know you want to. I hardly think we count as "anyone".
plus, you would be typing not telling.
Tell us in code!
ooay eahyay, atwhay Istenkray aidsay!OK, y'all crack me up! Alas, one co-worker lurks here, one former co-worker is on here, and ND frequents where I work, so alas, I don't think I can. However, if it survived the Great Hard Drive Crash of 2008, I'll dig up a cypher I made, and type it out in that, and see if anyone can crack the code. (Must remember to do that when I get home).
(both of which look fab - she has a great hourglass figure [says the jealous boyish bod]).OK, I gotta say, it is my firm belief that there are groups of people who find different body type/attributes attractive. The problem I ran into (particularly in high school & college), is when I tell a gal that I think she's hot & why, she looks at me like I'm a freak, and doesn't want to date me. No, I'm not gay, I just think slightly androgynous females are hot. This comes from the guy with horrible BID which probably oozes from my pores and explains my serial singleness. I dunno.
OK, oops, I rambled again. Look! over there! weather!!! ---->
javachik - Apr 09, 2008 1:34:11 pm PDT #3884 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Susan, I am so sorry.
Scrappy - Apr 09, 2008 1:40:53 pm PDT #3885 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Omnis--I would venture to guess that most women don't want to hear that you are attracted to them because they fit a "type." Nothing wrong with having a type, of course, but hearing that is the reason you are attracted is somewhat depersonalizing. I am sure you didn't mean that, but I thought I would mention it for future reference.
brenda m - Apr 09, 2008 1:45:48 pm PDT #3886 of 10001
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
Susan, I'm so sorry.
§ ita § - Apr 09, 2008 1:51:23 pm PDT #3887 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, Susan, that's terrible. Much strength to your whole family.
Susan W. - Apr 09, 2008 2:11:07 pm PDT #3888 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Thanks, y'all.
I'm sad but not shocked because AFAIK this is more or less the expected progression. I'm sad, and angry, but I'm coping, because what else can you do? It's strange, because I love my mother, but I've always defined myself in opposition to her to some degree--probably a common mother-daughter dynamic--and what do you do when you don't have that person anymore?
I'm glad I'm going to CA next month, and I'm glad to be in a place with an understanding boss and coworkers. And, you know, life goes on in all its mixed-up glory. Part of me feels like I should be nothing but devastation now...but I'm still happy that Annabel's preschool teacher today praised her enthusiasm for learning letters and phonics and described her and her friends Maya and Keawa as "her talkers." And one of my colleagues had me go to the UW library for her today (I should change my name to Bunter, I swear). I used it as an excuse to get some research materials for myself, and I still loved the moment where I got into the stacks and breathed in that wonderful slightly musty research library smell, not to mention the serendipity of stumbling across books I'd never heard of that just happened to be shelved next to the ones I thought I was looking for. It's not that the grief and anger go away, they're just not the only notes in the song.