I suspect vw has been very busy. Is there anyone else who would like to proof my personal statement? Upfront, before anyone volunteers, I will say that it's for a pro-choice organization.

Have skipped and skimmed quite a bit since our connection has been down for the past day or 2.

Teacup Guy was sitting on the couch next to me watching tv while I was catching up here and cooing over buffista baby pictures. He kept giving me very strange looks.

The meds my psychiatrist gave me to help me sleep are so not working out. The first night I took them I was groggy all day. Last night I took a half and slept soundly, but for 12 hours! I can't sleep all day long. Congratulations, Cashmere and family!!!

LJ, I am so sorry, that really sucks.

It is impossible for Nora to be ugly.

So why does she always find a way to get sick enough to see a doctor on the eve of a trip? Probably a Murphy's Law clause, huh?

I did this to my mother every single time as a kid. I hope Annabel feels better soon.

vw, money sucks for a lot of wonderful people. It has nothing to do with your worthiness as a person. I doubt you would judge someone else with money problems as harshly as you are judging yourself, so try to keep that in mind and not be so hard on yourself.

Hey, D Gris! Congratulations, graduate.

In case you don't come in here until after the parties:

Congrashulashuns, grajuit.

P-C, is it okay if I ask what would happen if you told your folks no? More of the same selective not-hearing-you as in the past? What would happen if sometime between now and two years from now, you stumbled upon a cool, smart, Veronica Mars-watching woman who recognized you as the prize you are and pounced? Would you pounce back, or push her away, or would your family rend you limb from limb?

I'm sorry if this is all horribly nosy... I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to negotiate the very different expectations your family and the larger USian culture have of you, and I'm really rather fond of you and it stresses me out just trying to imagine how you manage. I want to crawl inside your brain and look out from in there and see what you see.

Plei, what is a good e address for you? I tried a couple that I had without success.

mohmlet (at) gmail is the one I'm most likely to see.

Ugh. Tummy time leads to screaming fits, yet is vital or some such crap. Poor babygirl. Time to see if the Boppy trick will work. Well, tomorrow. We've had enough Tummy Torture for one day. (And we STILL aren't out of the house.)

In very vain news, I love my new, brighter, red hair even more today.

Here's what I hope. I hope P-C accidentally falls in love with a gorgeous, Gujarati (sp?) woman, and she with him, quite outside of his parents' machinations, and that everyone lives happily ever after.

Well, we just got a birth announcement from an Indian kid BF used to babysit for. He's all grown up, a doctor and his wife (found by his mom) is one too and they seem incredibly well-matched and happy. She is very smart and hip and absolutely gorgeous. The way it worked for them is that his mom (and aunts and extended family) found women they thought he would like and then he dated them, with the right to say no any time. Basically, they found dates for him all through Med School, and he eventually found the woman he married. Once they met they dated for a couplle of years, so they really knew each other. He said it was easier than hitting bars or trolling parties. So....

ETA, his brother found his wife on some sort of Indian dating site on his own.

I love my new, brighter, red hair even more today.

And do we get to see and love it too?

P-C, DH's college roommate was in a similar predicament. For years his parents tried to hook him up with various suitable brides. He lives here and his parents live in India. He spent a few years traveling around the states to meet potential matches that his parents sent him to meet. He had quite a tough time of it. I’ll have to ask Brendon what happened because I know a decade ago there was a serious time limit on the matter. However, when we visited him in LA a couple years ago he was 40 and enjoying the single life. My guess is that his parents gave up. I’ll ask DH what transpired.

And do we get to see and love it too?

I will try to take pictures at dinner tonight, since I just looked in the mirror and decided I don't look awful tonight.