I like the idea of being turned into sparkly jewelry.

I think it’s a little odd. It’s not so much the fact that you’d be wearing grandma around your neck, it’s the idea that there is no physical permanent place to lay flowers or the fact that you can be pawned off. I’m just uncomfortable with the thought of someone wearing my remains.

We keep discussing the whole will/living will thing, and bogging down on the fact there's really no one in either family who's ideally suited to raise Annabel if both of us were gone.

My mother has told me many times that if she and her husband (not my dad) were to die she would want me to raise my 8-year old brother. I’ve told her many times to write it down, sign it and send me a copy, but she hasn’t done it yet.

I have found the wakes and funerals I have been to, to be useful to me, as a mourner. It sort of finishes it off.

I agree. What also helped me finalize my grandmother’s death in my mind was actually watching them put the casket into the ground. I didn’t get to see this with my grandfather and it always sort of felt like unfinished business.

I'm full of spaghetti.

A staple meal for the P-C diet!

There's bound to be something you'll walk in and they'll say, "Yes! She's perfect!"

Actually, I have one of these places. Home. :)

Awwwww!

But there is an outlet in case I decide to plug something in and prove that you can convert heat into electricity or something.

That’s not the weirdest thing about your oven, though. What I was annoyed at was the fact that a 10x15” pan will not fit. A 9x13” will barely fit but you need to watch your hands when pulling out the pan.

Aimée – I love the haircut!

Yay Deena for house buying!

Congratulations to Raquel!

Question: I'm supposed to staple my W-2 forms to my Form 1040A to my Form 8880, right? Not just use a paperclip?

Use staples. Paperclips fall off too easily.

I've rescued the dog and Owen is in a dry shirt.

Burger In A Cup

Never heard of 'em. Must be one of those local places. I'm a Fuddrucker's gal, myself.

it’s the idea that there is no physical permanent place to lay flowers

Thing is, the way my family history goes, there'll be nobody around to lay them. Nobody in the last three generations of my family has been buried where they were born, and most of 'em moved around in between. My mom was born in Texas, my dad in Missouri; their parents are buried in various parts of Texas, and they now live in Indiana. I was born in Kansas, have moved around a lot, and hope to die in California.

I won't be dressing the family graves this or any Easter.

I checked out The Dreaded Brocolli, a funny cookbook written by a woman (and her daughter) after her husband had a heart attack and they changed their diet.

The good thing, especially if you're in the habit of doing the cooking anyway, is that there are so many ways to make something better for you when you're cooking from scratch, even without starting a whole new way of eating. In 99% of recipes, for example, butters and oils can be cut by more than half without changing a thing about the finished dish. (Not baked goods, but all the recipes that start out "sautee onions in 2 T butter, etc.") Different meats, or cuts of meat. I don't like low fat cheeses, but it works fine in recipes where the cheese is part of the taste, but not the main event. So the low-fat stuff goes on the inside, real if it's going to be sprinkled on top. And you can make things like stews and chilis that are crazy good for you but are hearty (and traditional) enough that they don't set off the you-can't-make-me-change reflex.

But the chicken-fried steak is going to up to him. Though that was a great idea to check out the menu with him and see what other things he might like instead.

Why Tom Delay should be pushed out of an airplane.
1. Because it's funny.
2. Because Deb has everything and is really hard to buy gifts for.
3. He's a lying sack of...

2. Because Deb has everything and is really hard to buy gifts for.

Hee!

Use staples. Paperclips fall off too easily.

Okay. Somehow I'd gotten it in my head that you weren't supposed to staple anything to your official tax forms, but I guess I was wrong. Thanks.

Loving the Owen stories, by the way. And now I'm singing to myself, "Everybody wants a dog to bang their baby bottle on" (to the tune of "Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around", of course).

...because Bill Frist is standing underneath and ripe for crushing?

What I was annoyed at was the fact that a 10x15” pan will not fit.

Well sure, what kind of crazy-ass pan is that?