AuroraNorth

Sugar in deviled eggs? Blech! Argh, I wanted to go out with friends today and I ended up with a major migraine and spent all day sleeping instead.

To me, that kind of muscle doesn't look useful. Whereas, I look at someone like Georges St. Pierre and his muscles, while defined, look like someone who uses them. Does that make sense? Also, I don't like the word toned because it has connotations of a giggly, "Oh, I don't really want to be strong" attitude. At least to me.

My presumption was that they stopped aging while under the spell. I know in Robin McKinley's Beauty that Beast was bespelled for hundreds of years and everyone was still alive. It's fairy tale logic.

I once came into work and my friend looked at my legs and told me in a totally serious voice, "If he lays another hand on you, I'm gonna rip it off." My response? "Thank you for your willingness to spindle, fold and mutilate in my defense, but I just tripped. Also, not dating anyone." That was a fun conversation.

I donate blood, buy a street newspaper which is sold by local homeless people every time I see someone selling it and have volunteered with my local CERT team.

I'd wait till after the wedding, because if you hate it you'll want to shave it or do something to it and it's just one more thing to mess with. However, afterwards, have at it!

I think part of it is that desire to be needed-to be the person who swoops in and saves the day, or just quietly fixes things. However, it's not good long-term because the other person loses the desire to work it out themselves because you will always be there.

I came out announcing, "It's Helios!" Don't ask. My Argh: I'm trying to get my driver's license updated and there's a problem with my paperwork so I won't get it before it expires. Luckily, I won't be driving, but I still need it for ID!

Two of my coworkers have beards, and they haven't had any problems. Just keep it neat and well trimmed and do not take Gandalf as your role model. That's too much beard.

That's partly why I learned to sew- finding things that fit, and fit well, is hard when you're curvy.

Go you! My brother and I grew up making healthy choices because that's what our parents did.

Seconding don't use a mirror. If you do better with written instructions, try this site. http://www.dreamweaverbraiding.com/braids/self_french.htm FWIW, I learned as a kid by practicing on one of my dolls which had long hair.

I have had moments where I'd like one, but I've chosen not to become a parent for a number of reasons. I have no problem telling people to back off if necessary, though I usually start with, "I can't have kids because my landlady won't allow goats" to get the point across. For repeat askers, flatly changing the subject or calling them on it may be indicated. For more extreme cases, if they nag on the phone, tell them to stop or you'll hang up. Then follow through. If they nag in person, tell them to stop or you'll leave. Again, follow through.

Yep, this. All of this, especially the bolded.

Glad to hear it! My only caveat would be to know her well enough to know if she's allergic- sending flowers that put her in the ER is frowned on.

I don't think there's any magical perfect diet for everyone. I try to eat more on the paleo side because I feel better. I have vegan and raw food friends who feel great and have buckets of energy, whereas if I went vegan/raw I'd be anemic and exhausted.

Shaving with a mens razor- Gillette Mach 5- and conditioner/shaving cream. For brows I get threaded. It hurts but the results last for 8 weeks with a bit of cleanup.

I send hugs, good thoughts, the knowledge that if they do remove her colon she can live without it (I've been doing so for 20+years) and one of my favorite pieces of fanfic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3124159/1/Just_a_Random_Tuesday A VERY long Tuesday in the life of Minerva McGonagall. With rampant Umbridgeitis, uncooperative Slytherins, Ministry interventions, an absent Dumbledore and a schoolwide shortage of Hot Cocoa, it's a wonder she's as nice as she is. This story always makes me cackle like a loon. Minerva opened the door to the staff room, expecting to see a pot of tea and, if she was lucky, some ginger newts. She was not expecting to see Sybill Trelawney sitting on Severus Snape's lap, singing about 'Raindrops on Roses and whiskers on kittens' while attempting to punctuate each line with kiss on one of his cheeks. However Minerva firmly believed that sometimes the unexpected could be better than what had gone before… Thought's of blackmail danced merrily through her head as she watched the scene unfold gleefully.

Which would you regret more, "Gee, I had a gelato," or "I went to Italy and was so focused on my diet that I didn't enjoy eating at all?" Enjoy the food in moderation and don't get all wound up about things- you're going to be running all over the city so it's not like you're not getting any exercise. FWIW, I go to NYC each August and we end up eating out somewhere fancy each night. I have a sensible breakfast and lunch and then if I want dessert (which I always do) or fettucine Alfredo I have it and don't fret about it. Panna cotta is good for what ails you!

Not a guy, but I check thrift shops and alter things that don't fit just right- I can't do fancy tailoring but I can hem and such. Think of it this way- if you get a good suit that probably cost $200 retail at the thrift store for $25 and a tailor alters it for $60, you have a great fitting, elegant outfit for $85.

http://www.biausa.org/ This is the Brain Injury Association's website. There's a list of local branches where you can get more information. Also, the NIH's page on TBI- http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/tbi/tbi.htm I'm sorry- I hope this helps a little bit. *hugs*

Great guns, girlfriend!

My $0.02: One of my longtime dreams was to work as a restaurant/nightclub bellydancer. I have been bellydancing for a few years now, and last fall my school offered a class for people who were interested in dancing professionally. I went, all fired up and ready to go- and by the end of the class, I had no desire to dance commercially. The teacher was great and honest and helpful, she certainly wan't trying to put us off. However, after learning about the restrictions and issues involved, I realized that what I really enjoyed was the performance aspect, and I could get that in one of the school's student companies or creating solos for student shows. Did it end a dream? Yes, but I consider the lesson cheap at the price. It helped me target exactly what I thought I'd get from being a professional, and instead channel my energy into what I really want.