Okay, that's all good.

Don't forget - today is Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day!

Find a shop near you.

Since yesterday was one of the first nearly 100 degree days in the old southland, this is going to be VERY welcome. (And I have a kid that thinks Mom is the greatest for the ice cream fixes!)

Noon to 8:00 PM, guys.

Okay, that's all good.

Don't forget - today is Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day!

Find a shop near you.

Since yesterday was one of the first nearly 100 degree days in the old southland, this is going to be VERY welcome. (And I have a kid that thinks Mom is the greatest for the ice cream fixes!)

Noon to 8:00 PM, guys.

Okay, that's all good.

Don't forget - today is Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day!

Find a shop near you.

Since yesterday was one of the first nearly 100 degree days in the old southland, this is going to be VERY welcome. (And I have a kid that thinks Mom is the greatest for the ice cream fixes!)

Noon to 8:00 PM, guys.

Win.

I got underneath him very carefully. Curled up in a ball, my head lowered, my breathing labored, I inched his torso into a sitting position by leaning my body weight into his back and pushing the ground away. It was slow, meticulous work and he was unnaturally heavy. His arms were relaxed at his side and his head was tilted back resting on my serpentine spine. His mouth was ajar and through the open channel of his throat came a kind of smoke or light. Every time I nudged him, his body relaxed a little more, and that strange substance slid out, curling up into the air around him.

That smoke, that light was grateful to be going. It was grateful to be going, and the more it left him, the lighter and more relaxed his body became. No tension, no ugliness, no holding on. Just a body on a tile floor, with smoke and light in the air around it, and me crouched underneath.

I want to be that grateful when I go.

I absolute adore the LA Weekly. It's a free paper that has the BEST personals section in town, hands down.

And then they have stories like this one - and now, an online presence as well which is AWESOME.

Welcome to Los Angeles. Have a read.

Win.

I got underneath him very carefully. Curled up in a ball, my head lowered, my breathing labored, I inched his torso into a sitting position by leaning my body weight into his back and pushing the ground away. It was slow, meticulous work and he was unnaturally heavy. His arms were relaxed at his side and his head was tilted back resting on my serpentine spine. His mouth was ajar and through the open channel of his throat came a kind of smoke or light. Every time I nudged him, his body relaxed a little more, and that strange substance slid out, curling up into the air around him.

That smoke, that light was grateful to be going. It was grateful to be going, and the more it left him, the lighter and more relaxed his body became. No tension, no ugliness, no holding on. Just a body on a tile floor, with smoke and light in the air around it, and me crouched underneath.

I want to be that grateful when I go.

I absolute adore the LA Weekly. It's a free paper that has the BEST personals section in town, hands down.

And then they have stories like this one - and now, an online presence as well which is AWESOME.

Welcome to Los Angeles. Have a read.

Win.

I got underneath him very carefully. Curled up in a ball, my head lowered, my breathing labored, I inched his torso into a sitting position by leaning my body weight into his back and pushing the ground away. It was slow, meticulous work and he was unnaturally heavy. His arms were relaxed at his side and his head was tilted back resting on my serpentine spine. His mouth was ajar and through the open channel of his throat came a kind of smoke or light. Every time I nudged him, his body relaxed a little more, and that strange substance slid out, curling up into the air around him.

That smoke, that light was grateful to be going. It was grateful to be going, and the more it left him, the lighter and more relaxed his body became. No tension, no ugliness, no holding on. Just a body on a tile floor, with smoke and light in the air around it, and me crouched underneath.

I want to be that grateful when I go.

I absolute adore the LA Weekly. It's a free paper that has the BEST personals section in town, hands down.

And then they have stories like this one - and now, an online presence as well which is AWESOME.

Welcome to Los Angeles. Have a read.

Fluff Post

Pibbles. Love it.

Okay, cute over - go about your business. Move along.

Fluff Post

Pibbles. Love it.

Okay, cute over - go about your business. Move along.

Fluff Post

Pibbles. Love it.

Okay, cute over - go about your business. Move along.

Updates -

Well, I oughta.

Cat is holding her own - took her in for a quick check last night, and while she's alert and had gained 1/2 an ounce (that's long for not continuing to lose ground/weight), not out of the woods by a longshot.

Still secluding her. Still forcing drugs and groceries down her neck. Still evil.

Kid continues to be adorable and wee - we're waiting on the sonogram results to endocrinologist on what to do next, medically. Latest stupidity was a pediatrician at Kaiser wants the antibiotic regimen done on him because of the positive PPD (tuberculosis) as a precaution. Stupidity was in the pharmacy when they prescribed it in a liquid with such a low density that a dose for 30 pound toddler was four tablespoons of mostly sorbitol.

Two teaspoons is enough to get a completely impacted peritoneal dialysis patient fecally incontinent. Trust me on this - so, guess what.

Oh my oh me, I won't be that trusting again. They'd never - oh yes they did.

And this regimen is nine months long. It had better be something better tolerated, that's all I gotta say. Welcome to our first parental refusal of treatment. You guys had better get with it - Jim's got point on this one, it being Kaiser, but I've as much ordered him to put me on the line if they so much as bat one eyelash at the request for something useful. I'll RUIN them.

My bronchitis still present, but improving slowly by the day. By the time the cat and that is resolved, I might wonder what to do with the spare time I'll have. *hack*

Mother's Day is next month, and I'm already getting bombarded. UH. Just about everything is suggesting the best celebration is leaving my kid with a sitter and doing something "adult." This...is not making a lot of sense. Since it falls on a day that Jim works, I'm thinking lunch date with my kid at Shinsengumi ramen. I won't turn down a date with a place that will allow me a soak in a hot tub and a massage, however. I'd need a couple of hours, tops. But celebrating Mother's Day by not being a mother just does not compute.

I'm thinking about lighting a couple of candles, though - perhaps I'll pop by the cathedral. One for his first mother, one for his foster mother. *nods*

Speaking of mothers, mine is having her 85th birthday today. Did the pajamagram thing - for Mother's Day? Hmmm. Think I'll send flower bulbs for her garden - she's perky and feeling pretty good, all things considered and is out having lunch with a friend today. Can't ask for more.

Updates -

Well, I oughta.

Cat is holding her own - took her in for a quick check last night, and while she's alert and had gained 1/2 an ounce (that's long for not continuing to lose ground/weight), not out of the woods by a longshot.

Still secluding her. Still forcing drugs and groceries down her neck. Still evil.

Kid continues to be adorable and wee - we're waiting on the sonogram results to endocrinologist on what to do next, medically. Latest stupidity was a pediatrician at Kaiser wants the antibiotic regimen done on him because of the positive PPD (tuberculosis) as a precaution. Stupidity was in the pharmacy when they prescribed it in a liquid with such a low density that a dose for 30 pound toddler was four tablespoons of mostly sorbitol.

Two teaspoons is enough to get a completely impacted peritoneal dialysis patient fecally incontinent. Trust me on this - so, guess what.

Oh my oh me, I won't be that trusting again. They'd never - oh yes they did.

And this regimen is nine months long. It had better be something better tolerated, that's all I gotta say. Welcome to our first parental refusal of treatment. You guys had better get with it - Jim's got point on this one, it being Kaiser, but I've as much ordered him to put me on the line if they so much as bat one eyelash at the request for something useful. I'll RUIN them.

My bronchitis still present, but improving slowly by the day. By the time the cat and that is resolved, I might wonder what to do with the spare time I'll have. *hack*

Mother's Day is next month, and I'm already getting bombarded. UH. Just about everything is suggesting the best celebration is leaving my kid with a sitter and doing something "adult." This...is not making a lot of sense. Since it falls on a day that Jim works, I'm thinking lunch date with my kid at Shinsengumi ramen. I won't turn down a date with a place that will allow me a soak in a hot tub and a massage, however. I'd need a couple of hours, tops. But celebrating Mother's Day by not being a mother just does not compute.

I'm thinking about lighting a couple of candles, though - perhaps I'll pop by the cathedral. One for his first mother, one for his foster mother. *nods*

Speaking of mothers, mine is having her 85th birthday today. Did the pajamagram thing - for Mother's Day? Hmmm. Think I'll send flower bulbs for her garden - she's perky and feeling pretty good, all things considered and is out having lunch with a friend today. Can't ask for more.

Updates -

Well, I oughta.

Cat is holding her own - took her in for a quick check last night, and while she's alert and had gained 1/2 an ounce (that's long for not continuing to lose ground/weight), not out of the woods by a longshot.

Still secluding her. Still forcing drugs and groceries down her neck. Still evil.

Kid continues to be adorable and wee - we're waiting on the sonogram results to endocrinologist on what to do next, medically. Latest stupidity was a pediatrician at Kaiser wants the antibiotic regimen done on him because of the positive PPD (tuberculosis) as a precaution. Stupidity was in the pharmacy when they prescribed it in a liquid with such a low density that a dose for 30 pound toddler was four tablespoons of mostly sorbitol.

Two teaspoons is enough to get a completely impacted peritoneal dialysis patient fecally incontinent. Trust me on this - so, guess what.

Oh my oh me, I won't be that trusting again. They'd never - oh yes they did.

And this regimen is nine months long. It had better be something better tolerated, that's all I gotta say. Welcome to our first parental refusal of treatment. You guys had better get with it - Jim's got point on this one, it being Kaiser, but I've as much ordered him to put me on the line if they so much as bat one eyelash at the request for something useful. I'll RUIN them.

My bronchitis still present, but improving slowly by the day. By the time the cat and that is resolved, I might wonder what to do with the spare time I'll have. *hack*

Mother's Day is next month, and I'm already getting bombarded. UH. Just about everything is suggesting the best celebration is leaving my kid with a sitter and doing something "adult." This...is not making a lot of sense. Since it falls on a day that Jim works, I'm thinking lunch date with my kid at Shinsengumi ramen. I won't turn down a date with a place that will allow me a soak in a hot tub and a massage, however. I'd need a couple of hours, tops. But celebrating Mother's Day by not being a mother just does not compute.

I'm thinking about lighting a couple of candles, though - perhaps I'll pop by the cathedral. One for his first mother, one for his foster mother. *nods*

Speaking of mothers, mine is having her 85th birthday today. Did the pajamagram thing - for Mother's Day? Hmmm. Think I'll send flower bulbs for her garden - she's perky and feeling pretty good, all things considered and is out having lunch with a friend today. Can't ask for more.

Next to die in a fire -

Facebook. After trying on three different platforms (and that includes OS) - none of the 'submit' buttons work.

Except on submitting a bug report, thank ghu. Done, and done by the way.

Going to go Sim now. Tell you about stuff later. Maybe.

Grrr.

Next to die in a fire -

Facebook. After trying on three different platforms (and that includes OS) - none of the 'submit' buttons work.

Except on submitting a bug report, thank ghu. Done, and done by the way.

Going to go Sim now. Tell you about stuff later. Maybe.

Grrr.

Next to die in a fire -

Facebook. After trying on three different platforms (and that includes OS) - none of the 'submit' buttons work.

Except on submitting a bug report, thank ghu. Done, and done by the way.

Going to go Sim now. Tell you about stuff later. Maybe.

Grrr.