I'm sorry CJ's first search and rescue ended that way.
It was a sad ending but I am very proud of CJ. And I am sure he helped bring closure and comfort to the family.
Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slut-bomb walking around 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five.'
Willow ,'Get It Done'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
Cass - Jul 02, 2011 5:28:10 pm PDT #15134 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Cass - Jul 02, 2011 5:29:09 pm PDT #15135 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I am very glad I have the people at kitty jail. But I really wish I had in-home sitters for Puppycat or for one night with Kittenish. It's not paying for the care, it's the loading them in carriers and hauling.
sarameg - Jul 02, 2011 5:31:01 pm PDT #15136 of 30001
For all that I was worrying about having enough food to feed the boyfriend, I have to say that skinniminnie Taylor held her own. I think he only ate one more slider than she did (I got those challah mini-rolls and several varieties of pulled meat to feed 'em.) And beans and coleslaw and chips and cheese and crackers.
Still have leftovers, but I don't worry that anyone left hungry. Well, T DID take the rest of the bag of potato chips with her, but....
The metabolism of youth: I ate ONE. They polished off 11 between them.
Amy - Jul 02, 2011 5:35:21 pm PDT #15137 of 30001
Because books.
Noodle! She sounds like a sweetheart, Suzi. And CJ should be really proud of himself.
The metabolism of youth: I ate ONE. They polished off 11 between them.
Having a 19-year-old and a 14-year-old boy in the house means I have to hide certain things or I would never get a chance to eat them. Eating MACHINES.
Strix - Jul 02, 2011 5:36:49 pm PDT #15138 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
So we had a boil order in my county yesterday....which I knew nothing about until I drank, oh, nearly a gallon of water.
I threw up a lot yesterday, and while the digestive rumblings have calmed, my stomach still HURTS and I am naused.
Happy freakin' 4th.
Oh, and we got a mysterious short phone call that M will be visiting us earlier than the 14th. Since he was supposed to stay with his stepdad's folk's for a week in St. Louis, and we found out his stepgrandmother there has terminal cancer, I'm betting it has something to do with that. Sad.
They just got back from dead signalville, and walked in the door, so I'll know more tomorrow, and of course, it's fine that M come early. Crossing fingers that arrangements can be made with a minimum of angst and drama.
sarameg - Jul 02, 2011 5:46:28 pm PDT #15139 of 30001
Oh, Erin.
A friend resorted to padlocking the pantry. There were other issues, clearly, but it was the only guarantee she'd wake up to food in the morning. He had his own money for food, but he was spending it on other things. They were on a very tight budget.
Also, 19 year old look like babies to me. OK, he could be especially youthful, but since the incoming classes on campus look younger and younger to me these days...
I'm charmed by finding out that the reason he came to dinner was because he wanted to meet me. It wasn't Taylor's idea, but his. Makes me wonder what she must say about me to her friends. Must be flattering if they want to meet me...
Liese S. - Jul 02, 2011 6:02:45 pm PDT #15140 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, I know. I mean, I realize some kids are having kids young, but at this last VBS, it was ridic. There were kids in there all baby-faced that I thought were students (in this case would have been 6th grade or under) that turned out to be parents. I swear. So yeah, clearly I have my elderly eyes on these days, because everybody looks like babies to me. Tellers at the bank, cops, everybody. I got your crotchety right here, bitches!
meara - Jul 02, 2011 7:01:00 pm PDT #15141 of 30001
6 Valencia oranges, 5 Packham pears, 5 Gala apples, 5 White Nectarines, 5 Red Beaut plums, 4 kiwi, 2 limes, 2 mangoes, a lemon, and giant fucking pineapple.
...that does not sound very local to Chicago! But it does sound yummy.
The oldest kid got into medical school and changed his name to something entirely different--first and last--because he no longer wanted to share his parents' name. The oldest daughter has never been stable, and the youngest kid was an alcoholic at 15. So
Wow, that sounds super messy, how awful.
Steph L. - Jul 02, 2011 7:35:40 pm PDT #15142 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Yikes, these bad pet-sitting stories are making me clutch my pets in relief, since we JUST got in the door from vacation maybe half an hour ago. We are so lucky to have a good friend who stays here and takes care of the pets. We pay him the going rate and generally also bring him a silly souvenir.
And the pets are all well and exceedingly happy to see us, which is such a nice way to be greeted.
I'm fighting the first migraine I've had in a couple of months, so I am going to drug up and go to bed. SO glad to be home!
shrift - Jul 02, 2011 7:51:17 pm PDT #15143 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
...that does not sound very local to Chicago!
Some of the fruit is local. Some of it is organic and free trade from elsewhere.