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Wow. That is terrible. My mother was brought the wrong baby twice when she had me, but thankfully she figured it out. It took a while as it was directly after the delivery, but after staring at the baby long enough she got enough doubt to speak up and tell the nurses she didn't think this was actually her baby.

I've never used GPS. After spending a summer in an unfamiliar city I learned to navigate just by knowing the major highways and how they connected to each other. If you keep track of where the highways are in relation to you, it's pretty easy to know what part of the city you're in at all times. I navigate far

I'm gonna write a book too. It'll be titled "Not Interested in Marriage and Still Really Happy With Life" with a subtitle of "my cats are better than your imaginary spouse."

Okay. I don't care about the Kardashians. The only reason I know they exist is because of blogs. However, late (very late) one night the last thing I saw before going to bed was an advertisement for Kim's fairytale wedding.

I'm a 130lb female. I can't really grasp your perspective. While I've got lots of friends from all walks of life, they're also good people I trust and they don't let me wander around campsites alone after dark when we go camping. (though if I have my dog they'll let the escort slide - she's a big dog) And while

It's stuff like this that has quelled my hatred for Microsoft and made me respect both Gates and his company. He's also a vaccine advocate. It's awesome to see someone using their wealth and power to get shit done for the betterment of society.

Meh. I just stick to natural remedies like ginger or chamomile tea with a spoonful of buckwheat honey. Tastes wonderful and buckwheat honey is a pretty good natural cough suppressant. If that fails, it's because I'm really sick and at that point I won't care how bad medicine tastes.

NEAT. I approve of the website design one. I remember making my first website when I was in middle school... it was terrible but I had so much fun.

Well... if nothing else, Jez reporting on all these campaigns have had the effect of slowly hammering it into my head that I need to get over it and start doing self-exams. I just... hate feeling my boobs. There's stuff inside them and it freaks me out.

I'm just going to go scream into my pillow now.

Uh, that trouble guy... would have had me moving out until he was gone, calling the police, changing the locks, and maybe having a friend stay the night for a couple weeks just to be safe. This just sounds like a brilliant way to be assaulted.

Hurrah! Jerry Brown is really starting to impress me. I always love my mother's logic on this. When she signed me up to get the shot I protested, as I thought it was silly because I wasn't sexually active and didn't plan to be. She told me that even if I'm not having sex now, at the very least I may be married

Just out of curiosity, what about the vaccine makes you uncomfortable? I haven't seen any of the marketing because my mother was falling over herself to get it to me. I was the first in her practice to get the vaccine after it was released.

A strategic advantage to paleness! Excellent. I'm lucky in that I only have the two on my knee, but they are rather visible. It's not that bad, really, but it's enough to give a teen insecurity issues. My mother once asked me if I wanted plastic surgery to get rid of them and I said no. I'm still surprised she

What the hell. Can someone else do Iris's job? She has the social graces of a diseased wombat. After all...

I don't agree with your assessment, but I salute your optimism. Clueless moron is far better than jerk being jerky.

The room renting thing just blows my mind. It seems like such a tremendous risk to take either as a renter or tenant. I've got a disability and while it'd be awesome to have help with the stuff I can't do, I wouldn't consider letting anyone live with me unless I've known them for along time. The current roommate I

This is awesome. Personally, my parents raised me with a mantra of "you don't have to be tan to be beautiful" and despite my Irish (on both sides) heritage, it sunk in enough to make me not want to tan. I did go through a phase of hiding my legs in highschool, but that's highschool, and if it wasn't my pale skin I

I spent highschool wearing jeans because I was embarrassed by how pale my legs were. Then I realized the only person that cared (and mattered) was myself. Now I just laugh and blind everyone with my chalk-white skin. My legs don't need to be tan to be awesome.

I love bats. Absolutely love them. When I was growing up we had a colony living under the eaves of our house. I once a baby that had fallen out and so my mother got some gloves and when she picked it up, she realized it was still alive. We gave it some water and it started moving around and chirping. A nearby