'Out Of Gas'
[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.
Suzi, I'm so sorry for your loss.
In MM news: I have now completed my first week of college in twenty years. I am appalled and abashed that some skills are rustier than I thought ("This comes with a side of humility? Oh, fine...I guess I'll eat it...") but feel more alive than I have in...quite some time.
That. Is all.
I think my mom expects all men to be like my dad in the kitchen -- he really can't cook. He can make spaghetti and scrambled eggs, and that's about it.
Also, my parents have several new neighbors who are people I went to school with, with their spouses and toddlers. Mom wants grandkids. (We also had discussions about raising kids vegan or vegetarian. I was actually able to reassure her that that's healthy -- partially by spouting enough nutritional stuff that saw that I knew what I was talking about, and partially by showing her some photos of vegan kids. So she now doesn't have to worry about her hypothetical grandkids being malnourished.)
In MM news: I have now completed my first week of college in twenty years.
Cool!
feel more alive than I have in...quite some time.
Yay education!
Hil, I think my mom and your mom are bitching to each other on the phone every night.
My current potential future wife is vegetarian, and I have these questions myself!
Don't worry, you can learn the Foreman Grill once you master the blender.
In MM news: I have now completed my first week of college in twenty years. I am appalled and abashed that some skills are rustier than I thought ("This comes with a side of humility? Oh, fine...I guess I'll eat it...") but feel more alive than I have in...quite some time.
That is very cool. And what I'm up for. I've received my letter of acceptance into Melbourne Uni's Master of Finance.
Don't worry, you can learn the Foreman Grill once you master the blender.
I want to see the dish that combines the two.
You know he's going to end up blending the Foreman Grill on the first try.
{{Suzi}}
MM, that is so awesome. And I know exactly how you feel.
I once had to listen and respond politely while a co-worker insisted that I needed to start watching baseball so I could feign interest in the topic for my husband. Otherwise we wouldn't have anything to talk about, she said. I suggested I might wind up marrying a man who didn't like baseball, but she was adamant that it was a necessity.
And then there's my situation, where I've had well-meaning but utterly condescending people tell me what a "catch" I am simply because I love baseball. Excuse me? I think there's a bit more to my appeal than my love of baseball. At least I hope there is.
And then there's my situation, where I've had well-meaning but utterly condescending people tell me what a "catch" I am simply because I love baseball. Excuse me? I think there's a bit more to my appeal than my love of baseball. At least I hope there is.
I really have nothing to add to the notion that women should fake an interest in... well, anything. (Wallybee has, since meeting me, become genuinely interested in: animals, especially penguins; board games; The West Wing; Battlestar Galactica; modern music. BtVS was ok, but didn't really grab her. I've become interested in Chinese language and culture.) I am, however, musing a future that includes - for the first time ever - attending Aussie Rules matches, as I'm guessing Ryan will form an attachment to one team or another.