Yes please!!!!!!!!

The first time I went to PP, there were protestors yelling at me, and I screamed back, "I'm getting a pap smear, you FUCKWADS!"

My grandmother is one of those people. French was her first language, because both of her parents were, and she learned English in school. She is way cooler, smarter and more fun than Gingrich and Romney and all those other idiots, (and pretty much everyone else, too) and Gingrich can go fuck a sandwich.

I'm trying to start up a cupcake business, that's how I want to pay my bills, and while I'm trying this, my husband's salary is paying our bills. He's awesome like that.

Hell yeah, Grimm's Brothers! Unabridged! I grew up reading those, and still LOVE them to this day.

Trebuchet in the berries and tell everyone they're delicious.

My husband and I met when I was 16, and then reconnected via Facebook when I was 24. Facebook gets the credit for our re-beginning, and I don't care who knows it.

Clooney

Oh god, Gabriel Byrne. That was my first exposure to him, I was really young, and I swear to god that it instilled a (subconscious) love of handsome European men with lovely accents.

I wanted to smack her so hard when she turned him down. And then he ended up with Amy. SHAME.

GAH. SO CUTE. They're like little bears with wings.

Right?! I LOVE that song!

Hear, hear!

I had a bit of an issue with that wording as well.

No. I did, too. SOCUTE

50 points to Gryffindor, and a big fat heart :D

Damn. My happy bubble just popped. Not your fault, you were awesome and did the research I was too lazy/tired/busy petting my cat to do. (In my defense, she's really fuzzy)

First off, I understand your fear. I was 22 before I had my first one, and I. was. PETRIFIED. I went to my local PP and the ladies there were so nice, non-judgemental and understanding and it was very much not a Big Deal like I thought it would be. The nurse there even said I could get my b/c without needing a PAP/PE.…

I've read that in a few places. I do get cardio from my weight-lifting. After a tough set, my heart is beating as fast as if I were on an elliptical, only, it's so much more satisfying for me.

My body loves the weights, loves the increased heart rate from lifting, and I love that deep burn from really good sets, but my body hates, HATES, hates cardio on a machine, cardio from walking, etc., etc. I get so bored I want to cry. My husband suggested taking walks and I was like "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over…