God, I want a dog so badly. Stupid lease! (Next place, though, definitely getting the corgi of my dreams)
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I’m the same way! I grew up in Baltimore, but I lived in North Carolina for seven years and now I am an avid chit-chatter. My cashier at the grocery store, people in line or waiting for the bus, other people at church. It’s really lovely, because I live alone and some days I just need human interaction that amounts to…
Oh my God THANK YOU. I honestly thought it would just always be this way. I’ve been giving in to a bit of late-night nibbling—a small piece of cheese, or a handful of almonds, which is still not like my old “two slices of pizza” deal, but now that I know this I can at least try to get through it.
That’s awesome!
Gosh, thanks! I so admire your wisdom around these parts, and you’ve always been so kind to me, it means a good deal.
Mostly, it was talking to her and playing music—some classical, but a lot of Simon and Garfunkel, as well. I gave her the best spot in my room for the kind of light she needed, according to the Internet, and being very strict with myself about not overwatering. I was vigilant about plucking off dead leaves, too.
Hey! I posted a few weeks ago about advice for losing weight, and I wanted to give a brief update: I decided to sign up for a program, called Noom, and I’ve been doing it for three weeks. I’ve had a few ups and downs, but I’ve lost eight pounds since the doctor’s appointment of doom. I struggle some with being hungry…
Hate, hate, HATE teachers like that. You have my symapthies.
Okay, so I know this doesn’t have much to do with what you posted, but I just wanted to let you know you’re really freaking pretty. Like, in case no one’s told you lately (especially not that bitch of an ex-friend).
Nice! I’m stocking up on candles, going to a harvest festival next week, and planning on making some apple butter in my slow cooker. Oh, and going to a friend’s house for a Hocus Pocus viewing party.
I am not the person to ask about plants, because traditionally I haven’t been great with them, but the biggest success I ever had was with my cyclamen when I lived in Vienna, and I firmly believe it was because I named her. She was called Hortense, and I lavished her with a care and devotion that would make certain…
Oh, yes. For me, it was how I would always get sick immediately after exams in college: once I knew I didn’t have to have my shit together, my body would just shut down. It sounds like you need some time to rest and receive some of the care you’ve been giving to others.
I’m working on an Elizabeth Zimmerman Baby Surprise Jacket! I started it for a friend’s baby in January, but that baby is now too grown, so it will go to whichever of my friends is expecting a child by the time I’ve finished (God knows there will be pickings; everyone is having kids!)
Definitely seconding lasagna! I’m also a big believer in stuffed shells, because I can never make lasagna without tearing the long noodles.
I made a sheet pan dinner of chicken sausage, Brussels sprouts, and sweet potatoes. Add olive oil, lemon zest, salt, and pepper, and bake for half an hour at 400. It is easy, delicious, mad healthy, and wonderfully filling (especially since it’s chilly today).
Oh my God, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.
I mean, I don’t let anyone with bad brows tell me shit about my life.
BINGO! My own father is far more racist than he would like to admit (marrying a Black woman one time is not a lifetime pass, bro!) and it is not a thing to which I would willingly expose my future children. Nope, sorry, not today, not ever.
I agree. Especially for the sake of the kids—I’m mixed, and I had a racist grandfather (he had the decency to die off when I was a teenager); even our comparatively brief visits were painful because I knew I was only being tolerated. Kids shouldn’t have to deal with relatives who only tolerate them, in their own home.…