Hubby was awake enough to chat this morning when I got up. He said I must have interesting dreams. Apparently I "walk", I reach for things, and I wave my fists around. The only word he's ever heard me say clearly was "stick." It's probably just as well I don't enunciate in my sleep, he doesn't need to know about those dreams about Billy Idol.

Heh.

The DH and I both dreamed I was pregnant last night. I desperately hope this is one of those dream symbols that means something else entirely, like my paycheck is about to clear or something.

Timelies.

I had interesting dreams that were very involved stories. I'm not functional enough to describe them, and it would probably bore everyone, but I think they came from one of Nick's old girlfriend's calling me last night for advice about what it meant that she has a crush on one of her female friends, and me over the course of the last few days thinking about faith and magical thinking and why the two are different and why it matters.

Aidan and Kara are home from school today. Aidan didn't sleep at all well last night, and since yesterday was swimming, and he was frightened by it, I think he was just feeling overwhelmed. He's been coming to me for many hugs.

I had a sudden radical realization a little bit ago. I occasionally watch "Designed to Sell" where fixer-uppers come in and redesign a house with $2000.00 so that it will sell for more than it would otherwise, and one of the things that the "real estate expert" they use says often is, "what is this room for? I see no clear purpose." That popped into my head this morning as I was trying to figure out how to fit everything in here that we need with 3 kids, 4 cats and two computer loving freaks, and I realized that if I really focus on the purpose of each room, I think I can organize it better and make our house look less like a big clutter bomb went off. I am anxious to make it work, though I doubt it will happen today. I'm going to work on planning first, and then do it slowly over the next week.

I'm of mixed mind on it. One part of me wants to say "oh well" the other part of me feels a bit militant, wanting the right for my own health issue.

I'm with the people who say you should drop it in HRs lap. I don't know if diabetes falls under the ADA, but they should be able to make reasonable accomodations for your needs. If that means a separate place to do your sticking and a means to dispose safely of the stick needle, it should be provided. I know at least one of the women's restrooms at my company has that on the wall next to the sinks. I'm not sure if all the bathrooms have been similarly equipped, but at least the ability to do it in a clean, (semi)private environment has been arranged.

I don't know if diabetes falls under the ADA, but they should be able to make reasonable accomodations for your needs.

I think it does, as far as reasonable accomodations are concerned.

Hi there. waves at peeps

Vibing for a good meaning to Raq's dream

Yay for MG's mom, and boo!hiss to Daniel's cow-orkers. Much luck to sj, and relax and sit awhile vibes to vw. Ease-ma to dw's leg, and get-through-the- day-on-not-enough-sleep to Andi.

It is GAWjuss weather here, and I am going out in it. I'll make up errands, or something. Woo!

juliana! I have a question for you, I posted it in the Minneapolis Halloween lj. It's about tattoos. Also, good to see you, sweetie.

sj, I forgot to send you exam~ma. Go, study.

Thank you, Beverly. I am fortunate in that I can have extended napping before actually going in to work this afternoon.

Waving at juliana. Hi, gorgeous!

Deena, anything I can do to streamline the function of a room is a plus. Unfortunately I don't have as many rooms as I do usages, so mine still tend to be a welter of unrelated objects, tools, and supplies. I've given up my dreams of House Beautiful in deference to not falling over boxes of forgotten crap negotiating paths through the rooms.

I think this is why DH resists streamlining and decluttering---he still expects to "someday" own a house with a three-car garage, built-in workshop and outbuildings for tinkering on lawn tractors and motorcycles. The life he lives in his head doesn't fit in our tiny house.

Thanks, Beverly.

It was gorgeous here today too, like January in Los Angeles. I had no outside errands, other than watering plants, but I needed orange zest for a recipe so I went for a walk to find a ripe orange on one of the trees that line our streets.

We seem to always wind up with at least one room, sometimes two, that should be labelled "Everything Else." There's the living room (used by us as a parlor; i.e., for guests only), the kitchen, the dining room, the bedroom(s) and bathroom(s), and then the TV-computer-game-darts-crafts room. Guess where we spend our time?

For those of you playing along at home, I can't recommend combining peanut butter and green olive tapenade.