Lauran would be the hotel’s room service through the holidays. He knew the serving outfit brought many things to mind for the guests, but he couldn’t complain after Dee warned him. He was right, the tips were fast and furious! Only a week to go!
Sonnet’s marbling seems to have slowed down. It was fast and furious for the first few weeks but now it seems to have settled. He was almost all white except for some light spotting, although his fins had always been that solid.
His colours are amazing and change so much depending on the lighting.
This is my solo in the show I was just cast in! The cast recording is incredibly sappy and overdone but it’s the only one I could find.
It’s a beautiful lullaby. I know the kid who is playing my kid (to whom I’m singing) and he is wonderful. A fast a furious 8 weeks coming up! Five weeks of rehearsal, three weeks of performances. We have a three show day… that’s gonna be fun. *rolls eyes so far back they get stuck*
But I’m seriously stoked for this production. I’m the only adult in a cast of 12. So much talent packed into tiny little people.
This sweet girl joined us on October 6, exactly one week late (despite being told at my 38 week appointment that I wouldn’t make it through the weekend). Like her brother, when she finally came, it was fast and furious. Almost no time for an epidural.
The past three weeks have been challenging yet so much easier than the first time around. Like her brother, A has a tongue tie and I’m exclusively pumping again. But this time, I’m
so much more relaxed, so much calmer. I’m tired but I feel GOOD. If I’m being honest, how good I feel this time makes it very clear that I was dealing (or more accurately, refusing to acknowledge and deal with) some postpartum depression the first time.
M has been so sweet with his sister. He says good morning to her, kisses her little head, runs to the rescue the second she loses her “sucky” (pacifier), and tries to share his trucks with her. It’s amazing considering everything he’s dealt with in the last six weeks - his nanny going on maternity leave, transitioning to a bed, me being home all the time, a new nanny, an ear infection, and a bad stomach virus, and a new sibling. He’s been a real trooper.
It’s only been three weeks, but I already can barely remember life before this sweet girl.
I have been watching one of the Fast and Furious movies a week with the Film and 40s Giant Bomb commentary and I just finished Fast Five (I forgot how thoroughly entertaining it was) and it’s so hard for me to wait until next week for 6. I think I’m going to watch 6 and 7 tonight because I don’t think I ever actually watched them.
I made a tinder account about a year and a half ago, just to casually swipe in my spare time. Met up with a handful of dudes that all pretty much sucked in their own special way. But then I met this guy. He was quite a bit older than me, super attractive, has his life together; no way he’d ever be interested in me, right? I mean, I still live with my mom. Anyway, we matched in April ‘15 and I swear I messaged him first. He said he was at his friends house watching WWE, and somehow we made a conversation out of that. We went to see Fast and Furious 7 a few weeks later, and I informed him that I was super intimidated and almost bailed on him. I was super reluctant to meet up but I showed anyway. We hung out every weekend for a month or two and he friendzoned me harrrddd.
One week ago, I had seen one and a half movies in the Fast & Furious franchise. I had always been a skeptic of the films’ powers, perhaps because I had seen just 2 Fast 2 Furious (easily the worst installment) and Fast Five without sound on a plane (still pretty awesome). Then I watched all seven of them in a week. I stand before you today not just a convert, but an evangelist. The Fast & Furious movies stand as one of the best film franchises America has going for it right now — and maybe even a gloriously dumb representation of everything good about America. … Underneath it all, this is grand, glorious soap opera, with motor oil pumping through a heart measured in horsepower. This is America reimagined as a fireball.
“The guys we’re after are professional runners. They like speed and are guaranteed to go down the hardest possible way so make sure you’ve got your thunderwear on. We find ‘em we take ‘em as a team and we bring ‘em back. And above all else we don’t ever, ever let them get into cars.”