I thank my lucky stars that a combination of (1) lack of handiness about home repairs, (2) unwillingness to buy property unless/until I have a significant other, and (3) observing my parents sink beacoup $ into their money pit—and occasionally having to help bail them out—have conspired to drive me away from home ownership and getting screwed over by the housing bubble.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
When hard things come flying at my face, I duck.
A natural impulse!
I hadn't gotten to the end of the shrines. I should note for the record that Kurt and Courtney have many young fans, and so does Florence Welch.
It worries me sometimes that I've trained myself out of any instinct to flinch when someone swings a sword at my head. And then I remember that nobody is actually going to do that.
Flying projectiles, though, scary
I don't flinch anywhere near enough. It definitely bothers me. I'm an idiot.
I tried to get into SCA heavy combat, but I froze at the first sword blow towards my head. Hubby was just thrilled that I gave it a shot and said normal people always react poorly to things being swung at their heads. I got through enough to qualify for light combat, ie, combat archery, where we shot golf tubes with tennis balls taped to the end at each other. I never objected to that, and for a while I was the terror of the battlefield with a bow. Good times.
I don't duck, I turn towards gunshots, I step forward when I should step back--I'd make the shortest lived action hero ever.
I'd make the shortest lived action hero ever.
"This is a job for... "
I am having chocolate bacon cookies. I was supposed to be saving them for breakfast, but I got distracted. Please let me stop at three...
And I thought I was decadent with my honeycomb on saltines.