Cindy, may it be something small.

Susan, may Big Name Writer be spellbound and fling praise and editors in your direction.

Maria, may homicidal giraffes track down and eat that rat-ass motherfucker.

There was more. I'm sure of it, but I'm overwhelmed by the smell of gingerbread coming from the other room.

and then a huge ration of blood tests

This. Blech. I can do ultrasounds and xrays just fine. A huge ration of blood tests would be a totally different story. People think it's odd when I say I donate platelets since I'm a big baby when it comes to needles but I can hand-wave the needle part with the whole helping others part. Not so much when it's just my own health I'm dealing with.

From the sound of things though, I'm sure he's quite the mature nine year old and handled it with ease. What a trooper.

I know it's not actually good for him, for me to do his homework

What a cool mom! Seriously! And I'll also echo what ChiKat said. Once, twice, three times won't hurt him. Now, if you're still doing it when he's in college, then it's an issue.

Oh, Cindy, I do hope it's nothing serious.

Thank you, everyone. I didn't mean to dead the thread.

No deading Cindy...my thoughts are with you and Ben too. I didn't realize our boys were the same age. I've been through the medical wringer with both of my kids, and that waiting period is the worst part of it. I'm sure you will get good news soon.

Catching up...

The BF and I had one of those tough relationship chats tonight. It was okay and I think we got some things out in the open, but talks like that are never fun. Especially for conflict-avoidant me

You two have been together for quite awhile now haven't you ChiKat?

Wheldon had to pick between Angelina Jolie and Paris Hilton. He chose Paris. He can no longer be trusted apparently.

I read this as "Whedon", and thought you meant Joss was picking and was like "NO! MY FAITH IN JOSS IS SHATTERED!". And then realized you meant some kind of racecar driver. Pshaw.

My BIG BOSS (my director) got THE BOOT while I was gone.

Eek! That's always a little unsettling, even if it's someone you don't like. Here's hoping new guy is faboo!

Dang, I had forgotten how many parents are around these days. So many Buffista babies.

No kidding! Babies all over the place!

One of my favorite food-names-that-sound-like-a-dirty-word is focaccia. It sounds like an Italian swear. Well focaccia you, too!

Hee. Between that and the "look at the fri-ta-tas on her!" comment...ah, buffistas.

It's confusing since chicken is now meat, but didn't used to be.

Chicken didn't used to be meat for Jews?!?! That's seriously weird. Is fish meat?

Someone please tell me it's ok to go get a chocolate-strawberry smoothie?

Sounds yummy! And since you don't have to fit into a wedding dress now...:)

Fish is not meat, but I don't remember chicken ever being not meat.

OK, suddenly my confusion over the ability to have lox AND cream cheese is relieved. Fish is not meat.

Still weird. But useful.

Please note, the other day my best friend called me up in the middle of the day to ask if eggs were kosher. I don't know WHY she decided *I* would know this (or why didn't just...google), but oddly, I was able to answer her. Probably thanks to one discussion or another. (I of course then pointed out to her that if anyone who was seriously into keeping kosher came to this brunch she was planning, they wouldn't eat it anyway, because it wasn't prepared kosher, so....)

Fish is not meat.

In a "don't serve a calf in its mother's milk" sense, neither is chicken (with the whole not giving milk thing). Which always bugged me, even though my family never kept kosher growing up.

{{Cindy}} So nerve wracking. There have been a number of times that children in my life have had odd symptoms that just go away and remain unexplained. Is Ben otherwise feeling ok? Eating and sleeping normally? Poor pumpkin. No fun getting poked and prodded.