So sorry, Emily! Poor grandmother.

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{{Emily}} Good-choice~ma for your grandmother.

I have achieved Denver. Got lots of hugs and squeals at the airport. Met the darling TCG who is definitely made for Sarah, it is obvious. We are well stuffed from dinner at a 60s type diner where kids were twirling hula hoops in the aisles. I expect to be having this much, and more, fun every day.

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Oh, Em. Words fail.

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Jumping over 500 posts to say a quick hello from Denver. We're having a great time.

~ma and hugs to all who need them, especially to {{{Cashmere}}} and {{{Emily}}}

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Oh, Emily. Strength to your grandma, and to you and your family.

I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to

It is literally the back of the heart. Most of the sensors for heart tests get put on the chest, which primarily reads the front of the heart. Hubby's initial heart stress tests came back perfectly normal, then he had a heart attack, then the true expert at reading the stress tests came back and looked at his results and said, "There's trouble on the rear of his heart."

Huh. I had no idea. Thanks for the info, Connie.

I am filthy and nasty and sweaty and possibly smelly. Earlier tonight (8-ish) I was taking a bath (god bless LUSH and god bless my laptop, which allows me to watch Buffy DVDs while in the tub [I watched "Phases"]), when a friend called and told me a couple people were going to get burritos at this dive bar around the corner from me, and to get my ass over there.

I said no, I was tired and stressed, etc., and she said "All the more reason to have a burrito!" So I met them, and it was fun and the burrito was good (and bigger than my head, I swear to god). The cigarette smoke really irritated my eyes, though, and the bar wasn't even that smokey. Annoying.

Anyway. I'm all sweaty-nasty-filthy because, while it's only 72 degrees here, the humidity is, like, 500%, and so I am grosser than gross. I sweated all night, like some sort of great big fat man. Ick. I'm going to snuggle up to my a/c when I go to bed, which is soon.

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{{{Emily}}}

Just back from that rarest of rare things in our current lives: a date. We left Annabel with a babysitter and did dinner (local Northern Italian place) and a movie (Corpse Bride). Much fun. We should do this more often.

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{{{{{{{Emily}}}}}}}}} {{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}} {{{{{{{Cash}}}}}}}}}

What she said.

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Oh, Emily... I hope things work out however your grandmother wishes. And I hope it is all as easy as possible, whether she comes back well or chooses to leave now. I'm crying just trying to type that. How are you doing?

Steph, of course you are tired. Are you feeling like a depression thing or just tired? Though I think you know all of that already. Ray time? If it lasts much longer, I would hie thee to a doctor but then I worry a lot. I hope that your dad's "something" is not a big deal and simple to resolve.

I said no, I was tired and stressed, etc., and she said "All the more reason to have a burrito!"

Mexican food fixes a lot.

including one man in a kilt and fishnet stockings.

ND's travelling?

I picked it up, and immediately wanted it - I could feel it warm to my hands faster than the other crystals I had touched, could feel its vibration.

It belongs with you. I am happy that it just basically lept into your life. Daniel is quite the gentleman too.

I have achieved Denver. Got lots of hugs and squeals at the airport. Met the darling TCG who is definitely made for Sarah, it is obvious.

Yay! Of course. And obviously.

Go Susan and dw on the date-age!

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I'm home. It was actually a fun day and I adore my niecelet. Sixteen years ago (okay, sixteen years and five days ago) I met her and fell in love. She just keeps getting more and more amazing too. Bitch-in-training in the best of ways.

I left early (it is likely just wrapping up now) when my back was starting to ache. But it was mostly drama-free. The subtext was practically screaming but it never spilled over into actual text...

BiL was there but fairly well-behaved, a little manic. My sister so desperately wants this to work. She's madly in love with him and so is the nephlet. I wish I felt as sure as she does that he's really committed to being sober.

I told her privately the little I know about Antabuse and things she should look out for. Apparently with the diabetes, if he drinks with the Antabuse it could stop his heart. I seriously hope it puts the fear of god into him and he keeps taking it and keeps not drinking.

She and mom are fighting because of this. Apart from my dad and I, every single member of my family on that side has battled addiction and taken two tries to get to sobriety. My sister is using that as her proof and mom is using the fact that this is terrible for the neph. They are both right.

I can't even put it all into words. I am just wasted from all of this...

In happier news, I messed with my phone's camera a bit. [link] There aren't pictures of the niecelet because I am obviously a dolt. There is a nephlet shot, a self portrait, some nice beach shots and Kristin's dragon's sibling wearing my glasses at work.

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Anyone up?

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No.

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