Pretty much. The "Woo" is sort of short, though. If it sounds like a full Woo, the members of the seekrit club know you're Sassanach.

I pronounce it something like wist-a-sheer, though I suspect this may be one of those words where my brain took my mother's Western Mass pronunciation and tried to align it with my father's New York one and ended up with something that's not quite how anyone else pronounces it. (See also: "quarter," "half," "bury," and the "York" part of "New York.")

Oh, d'oh! I forgot to send in my turkey quesadilla recipe. Oh well. It's not very creative or astonishing. But it does taste good.

I forgot to send in my recipe, too.

((((Aimee and family))))

((((Cass and family))))

((Aimee and Cass and families))

Quick! Send in those recipes before I notice :)

Mom just called about an email my brother sent. It's good and bad news, nothing life threatening.

Bad News -- he and his fiance have broken up for good. It sounds like over her trip there they realized it wasn't meant to be.

Good News -- He's moving back to the States. Not just moving back but the University he attends has a sister program with a college in North Carolina, maybe it's just starting. I'm not sure. But the University asked my brother if he would go there to be an instructor/assist with the program. He'd still have to pay international tution, but he'll be working full time and only have 3 more classes to finish. The other downside for him is he'll be 6 hrs away from the beach and he's never lived that far from the beach in his life. Also, he can't focus on sea kayaking.

Quick! Send in those recipes before I notice :)

I have to go to work soon! I'll try to get it in tonight. I had all these fun ideas for it.

cookbook team, i sent in a recipe several days ago, but I never got a confirmation e-mail or anything like that. Did you get my recipe?

Timelies. With a big side of gronk.

I think I kicked the universe too hard last night. My mom called last night to tell me my dad had an attack of angina, while he was on the highway. He drove himself to the nearest hospital (?!), which was only about an hour away from my parents, and friends of their drove my mom down there. They're doing a nuclear stress test this morning (and doesn't that sound grim?) and hopefully he'll be home later on.

Scary. It wasn't a heart attack, which is good, but he's only 63. And he's my dad! Not. Supposed. To. Happen.

It's good and bad news, nothing life threatening.

Well, at least he'll be stateside again! That's a shame about his fiancee, although it's better to realize they're not going to work out now, rather than after the wedding.