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  • Dammit, I gave myself a sunburn in addition to foot burns and blisters. Maybe, just maybe, I got more vit D to help make up for the absolute shittiness of the walk? 'Cause that'd rock.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • Sunburn....? But... it's like... winter now...

      O_o
      "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
      -Raymond Peat, PhD

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      • Not here. Here it's still late summer, early fall. And I burn during the winter, too, if I have any exposed skin.
        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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        • Her service is Monday at 1030 in Ft. Gibson, OK. My task is to dig up several hymns and songs that she loved and download them, so we can listen to them at the wake.
          Had tortilla soup (no tortillas or corn), salad with a sugary dressing (I though I heard vinaigrette, not thick sugar water) for lunch. The office somehow found out that my weakness is tres leches cake and bought that, topped with fruit. I'm hosed. There's no way I can turn that down. Oh well, dinner tonight is burger salad topped with salsa. Having cold grilled meat w/ guac and pico de gallo for a snack.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • Enjoy your cake, Naiad.
            Your co-workers got that for you because they love you.
            It will be yummy, and then you can move on---sounds like you have a great plan to do that.

            You're doing a great thing by getting her favorite songs together...she would be so proud of you.

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            • Oh, and an update----Mark just responded to my email about making your newbie post a sticky. I think he's gonna do it

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              • Woohoo!! That'd be AWESOME!!
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • IF through lunch (dinner?) tomorrow. I'm only "hungry" right now because it's been time to eat for 3 hours. Must divert myself....
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Still not particularly hungry. Gonna actually put in a few more pages on the novel. It's acting more like it wants to be graphic novel, which is something I've never seen one of mine do. I may give it a shot.
                    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                    • Sorry about your feet and your sunburn and the tres leches cake and all you are dealing with right now. Just wanted you to know that i am thinking about you, and hope you're doing ok.

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                      • Thanks, Mama! Life goes on, whether or not I want it to do so. Thanks for the warm thoughts.
                        Fast broken! 3 eggs, 2 c spinach, 1 leftover chicken tit, 1/2 roma tom, 1/2 jalapeno, 2 oz cojack cheese, 1 tbsp butter, all scrambled together. Originally, it was gonna be an omelet, but I was being impatient and scrambled it instead. ( ETA: I only ate half of it.)
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                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Originally posted by kuno1chi View Post
                          Enjoy your cake, Naiad.
                          Your co-workers got that for you because they love you.
                          It will be yummy, and then you can move on---sounds like you have a great plan to do that.
                          +1

                          Originally posted by kuno1chi View Post
                          You're doing a great thing by getting her favorite songs together...she would be so proud of you.
                          +1000

                          I hope you find all the songs you are looking for.
                          Strive for healthy today.

                          Satisfaction is the death of desire.

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                          • Hey girl, I just got caught up on your journal. So sorry to hear that your Grandmother passed on. Sending virtual hugs and all my best wishes to you!
                            "For animals, the entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks." - Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

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                            • Dinner: 1/2 lb burger with pepperjack and extra sharp cheddar cooked into it, topped with pepperjack, green beans sauteed in lard and toasted sesame oil with ginger sesame seasoning.
                              I've had a headache since about 7. Excedrin's kicking in.
                              Kev- I did enjoy my tres leches cake. Still waiting my mom to send me the list for the music. I've never actually looked for hymns (it actually runs counter to me, as I'm almost anti- religion. The things you do for love), so I don't know whether I'll be able to get them because they're public domain or if I'll have to acquire them.
                              Victoria- Thanks for the hugs. I've been needing them.
                              Feet are mostly healed, sunburn's gone. I got a haircut, something (kinda) different from what it was. 4" shorter, layered differently, front is different.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • Victoria's last journal post reminded me:
                                I've helped the City surveyor with algebra (he's getting another degree) in the past. My former officemate mentioned that I was looking into tutoring. The surveyor called me and asked if I was still interested. Tonight, he's supposed to be talking to his wife and daughter (she needs geometry help) and getting their opinion on the idea. I may have my first student(s).
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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