Welcome to the world, Ryan!
'Dear Diary, Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.' 'Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.'
Jayne ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Hil R. - Apr 29, 2009 8:24:22 pm PDT #8323 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Fay - Apr 29, 2009 8:24:47 pm PDT #8324 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
OMG! Welcome, BabyTea!
DCJensen - Apr 29, 2009 8:29:37 pm PDT #8325 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
The T has produced a lower case.
Shir - Apr 29, 2009 8:55:22 pm PDT #8326 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Hello, Ryan! Welcome!
Shir - Apr 29, 2009 9:16:02 pm PDT #8327 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Oh, and Hil, I'm sorry.
erin_obscure - Apr 29, 2009 11:03:49 pm PDT #8328 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
Welcome babyt!!!!!
Shir - Apr 29, 2009 11:24:47 pm PDT #8329 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Anthropology paper offer coming on better than I expected. Also, I somehow managed to step on the dog's pow. Poor thing screamed in pain, and I pet and comforted him for a few minutes, keep apologizing. Next time I got up, I moved. I'm usually the one who's moving around him, but this time, I didn't see he's sitting next to me. I still feel a little bit bad about it.
Writing some things, then getting dressed and go to the post office, then welcoming sister back home. Yay.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Apr 29, 2009 11:40:19 pm PDT #8330 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
I often get patted on the head.
Isn't this just horrific? I have found the solution. I wheel around with a perpetual look of "I am going to kill someone. It could be you" on my face. And also run over people's ankles occasionally.
Hil, really sorry to hear about the death of your family friend. That's tragic.
Shir, what's the anthropology paper about? I'm still doing frakking research methods. I really want to start work on the other one, but this is due first. Grr, argh, etc.
Babies! Woo!
OK, paper time. Possibly after some tea and oaty cheerios.
Shir - Apr 30, 2009 12:00:26 am PDT #8331 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I often get patted on the head.
Oh, man, I know. I don't get people who think it's OK to touch strangers. Some of my relatives even decided I have a problem with touch (including my mom, from time to time, when I'm reluctant to her hugging me). On the other hand, others complained I'm too much of a hugger.
And hey, I don't think I'm crazy about it. I think it's my body and hence, it's my call whether you can have access to it or not. And if it's my call, as everyone taught me, I expect you to accept a "no" from time to time. Otherwise, it's just a politically correct talk and a double standard. I actually remember one of the times my aunt, a hideous woman (I'm sorry, but she really is), after hugging me asked my mom if I have problem with touch. Eh, no. I have problem with you hugging me for almost two minutes while rubbing my back.
The anthology paper will be about graffiti.
billytea - Apr 30, 2009 1:59:06 am PDT #8332 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Welcome, little Ryan! May you keep everyone delighted and not tempt your daddy to replace you with an echidna.
Hee. The time for replacing him with an echidna would have been when the choice was between a 49-hour labour capped with a Caesarean as opposed to laying an egg the size of a marble.
Thanks everyone for the good wishes. Ryan is doing very well, and has so far proven tolerant of his parents' foibles. He seems to sport a very patient temperament, and has already twigged that he can use his own thumb to soothe himself for little grumbles. He hasn't yet realised that Daddy's finger may seem good to suck, but ultimately tastes of disillusionment and betrayal.
Wallybee hasn't had much sleep. She's sharing a ward with two other new mothers, and two other newborns. With the C-section, she's not very mobile either. But she's in good spirits. I'm hoping she'll get some more rest tonight.