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kyburgNo, the dog didn't get poofed. And we're not making the radio club meeting.
And sausage IS NOT very interesting and don't make me play with it. BAH.
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snackpants, I don't know anyone who'd appreciate this more than you. Please enjoy.
silverkun, Here are some Ghibli icons, and the creator says we can use whatever we want. Go nuts.
M'love and I went to Costco this morning, got memberships and promptly lost our minds. We found "The Last Unicorn" on DVD for $9. Should have stopped there. Didn't.
The new benchmark has been reached as to how much I can spend in one trip to the warehouse store. So help me, if I hear "there's nothing to make dinner out of" anytime in the next 90 days, he's getting sent out to the backyard to dig up some grass and weeds. So help me.
No, I can't blame buying gifts on it. We did (and one's a doozy), but that's not it.
Ebil, I tell you.
I'm giving Jim a calculator and a budget before hitting the door the next time.
We both grew up hungry and broke - there's no secret we like to spend money when we have it. And we have it these days, not much, but we have the odd bit to toss 'round. It's nice. But there's a good reason for it - we're in our 40's and we're childless. Everyone else we know is broke.
I've told you who I married, right? He's an Aries, Scorpio rising - and a Wood Dragon on top of it. All that fire, all that passion and dynamism - and his Moon is in Virgo. That translates into an incredibly tender heart. (Me? Scorpio, Cancer rising and Moon in Libra - Metal Rat. I look tough, but I'm a homebody with good taste looking for justice in the world and I spend money on my friends like water. Tada.)
A very tender heart. He woke up in tears this morning over a nightmare he had - something to do with the cats, trapping them and handing them over to be killed. There has to be a way to save all of them. And gently, I have to tell him there is only a partial solution - we can catch them, alter them, inoculate them and release them back into the situation they're in already. I think we may start feeding. Maybe. If that doesn't exacerbate the situation.
But no, we're not going to take them to be killed. Telling him that when you spay feral cats, you often find they're already pregnant was horrible. He hadn't thought that far ahead, y'see. He didn't know. Cats come into season every 15 - 21 days if not pregnant. It's a kindness to alter them, I tell you - and once the litter is born, it's a countdown to the next estrus cycle. I can't imagine being in bunny rescue. I raised rabbits in my teens as part of a step-father's idea to be in the wholesale rabbit meat business. I have first-hand experience and the home movies to prove just how prolific rabbits are - and I was never successful at hand-rearing baby rabbits. And that folks, is a hearbreaker. I bottle-fed just about everything - and the itties just couldn't be handled that much.
Life is great. I'm far more focused on the outcome than the inception, though.
*sigh* This is what I fell in love with - I love the way his mind works. I love where his priorities are. What's important to him is important to me.
Something I had, made indelible by Cliff - it's now. Now is the time; now is the opportunity. Now never comes back. You don't get do-overs. What do you do with your NOW?
And you always want to save them. If it's possible. If you can.
Quantum Leap was like that; this is the moment, the critical pivot that changes the rest of your life. What do you do? What's the best thing to do NOW?
And you want to save them all. And there's nothing Jim would rather do.
I wonder some days if a hospital is the wrong place for Jim to be working. I know most days it's the best place for the people who need him. He's very good. There's nobody better with small children - it's been documented. And the students learning the trade have no better advocate. And be warned - he comes off a doofus sometimes. Don't let him fool you - there's a very quick mind with a long memory behind those eyes.
He's one of those people who note who's been killed overseas. Who died on the freeways. Who was taken advantage of on his friends list. Who was homeless and alone on his way to the bank yesterday.
And he sheds tears for them.
He pulls me into waltzes in the living room when the music plays; re-enacts Robin Williams skits and sings parodies of Barry Manilow songs using Ronald Reagan's voice (and it's dead on). Calls his Momma on Saturday just to say hello. Worries about his brother and his children, who never spare a moment to call him to let him know how they are. (grr.) Never parts from me without saying "I love you" as the last thing I hear.
I'm not biased.
Champion snuggler. Best kisser I've ever known. Vainer than me, and more particular about his grooming - to my enjoyment. Who knew Dial soap smelled so good?
Lessee. It'll be five years this Halloween.
And I'm still so sprung it's pathetic. *laughs*
And sausage IS NOT very interesting and don't make me play with it. BAH.
snackpants, I don't know anyone who'd appreciate this more than you. Please enjoy.silverkun, Here are some Ghibli icons, and the creator says we can use whatever we want. Go nuts.M'love and I went to Costco this morning, got memberships and promptly lost our minds. We found "The Last Unicorn" on DVD for $9. Should have stopped there. Didn't.
The new benchmark has been reached as to how much I can spend in one trip to the warehouse store. So help me, if I hear "there's nothing to make dinner out of" anytime in the next 90 days, he's getting sent out to the backyard to dig up some grass and weeds. So help me.
No, I can't blame buying gifts on it. We did (and one's a doozy), but that's not it.
Ebil, I tell you.
I'm giving Jim a calculator and a budget before hitting the door the next time.
We both grew up hungry and broke - there's no secret we like to spend money when we have it. And we have it these days, not much, but we have the odd bit to toss 'round. It's nice. But there's a good reason for it - we're in our 40's and we're childless. Everyone else we know is broke.
I've told you who I married, right? He's an Aries, Scorpio rising - and a Wood Dragon on top of it. All that fire, all that passion and dynamism - and his Moon is in Virgo. That translates into an incredibly tender heart. (Me? Scorpio, Cancer rising and Moon in Libra - Metal Rat. I look tough, but I'm a homebody with good taste looking for justice in the world and I spend money on my friends like water. Tada.)
A very tender heart. He woke up in tears this morning over a nightmare he had - something to do with the cats, trapping them and handing them over to be killed. There has to be a way to save all of them. And gently, I have to tell him there is only a partial solution - we can catch them, alter them, inoculate them and release them back into the situation they're in already. I think we may start feeding. Maybe. If that doesn't exacerbate the situation.
But no, we're not going to take them to be killed. Telling him that when you spay feral cats, you often find they're already pregnant was horrible. He hadn't thought that far ahead, y'see. He didn't know. Cats come into season every 15 - 21 days if not pregnant. It's a kindness to alter them, I tell you - and once the litter is born, it's a countdown to the next estrus cycle. I can't imagine being in bunny rescue. I raised rabbits in my teens as part of a step-father's idea to be in the wholesale rabbit meat business. I have first-hand experience and the home movies to prove just how prolific rabbits are - and I was never successful at hand-rearing baby rabbits. And that folks, is a hearbreaker. I bottle-fed just about everything - and the itties just couldn't be handled that much.
Life is great. I'm far more focused on the outcome than the inception, though.
*sigh* This is what I fell in love with - I love the way his mind works. I love where his priorities are. What's important to him is important to me.
Something I had, made indelible by Cliff - it's now. Now is the time; now is the opportunity. Now never comes back. You don't get do-overs. What do you do with your NOW?
And you always want to save them. If it's possible. If you can.
Quantum Leap was like that; this is the moment, the critical pivot that changes the rest of your life. What do you do? What's the best thing to do NOW?
And you want to save them all. And there's nothing Jim would rather do.
I wonder some days if a hospital is the wrong place for Jim to be working. I know most days it's the best place for the people who need him. He's very good. There's nobody better with small children - it's been documented. And the students learning the trade have no better advocate. And be warned - he comes off a doofus sometimes. Don't let him fool you - there's a very quick mind with a long memory behind those eyes.
He's one of those people who note who's been killed overseas. Who died on the freeways. Who was taken advantage of on his friends list. Who was homeless and alone on his way to the bank yesterday.
And he sheds tears for them.
He pulls me into waltzes in the living room when the music plays; re-enacts Robin Williams skits and sings parodies of Barry Manilow songs using Ronald Reagan's voice (and it's dead on). Calls his Momma on Saturday just to say hello. Worries about his brother and his children, who never spare a moment to call him to let him know how they are. (grr.) Never parts from me without saying "I love you" as the last thing I hear.
I'm not biased.
Champion snuggler. Best kisser I've ever known. Vainer than me, and more particular about his grooming - to my enjoyment. Who knew Dial soap smelled so good?
Lessee. It'll be five years this Halloween.
And I'm still so sprung it's pathetic. *laughs*
