{{{JZ}}}

Sorry about the barfing thing JZ.

Poor JZ!

I am conflicted. I need to talk with Not!Emily about the new situations here. But, I really want to take a nap. Wish he would just get up already.

Congratulations, Aimée!

So sorry for the backwards gastrointestinal functions, JZ. But I'm glad your boss is sympathetic.

So I have a bitchmind question: Do people have recommendations for the best quality-for-value electric kettle? I was thinking of getting one for the house anyway, but new office has no kitchen facilities so it's a must.

Well, I feel fine now -- downright chipper, which is just weird. I should probably drift down to the cafeteria and get a bagel, and definitely down to the gift shop and get a toothbrush, but for now everything's dandy.

JZ, please tell me you were able to get to the restroom at work? Otherwise, no offense, I feel worse for your co-workers.

But glad you and the little miss are feeling better.

Post barf buzz. I know that feeling! Hope this is your one and only experience of baby-induced nausea JZ!

One of the women in the dog park talks about being queasy from the moment of conception until about 20 minutes after the sprog popped. At which point she (the mom) grabbed the dad by the lapels and demanded a cheese burger.

Woot for the schooling Aimee! I did 5 courses through Capella. It IS a lot of work. Especially for those of us who reallly want an education. Some of the other folks in the classes? nsm. Which made the mandatory reading of other people's stuff pretty frustrating (and wicked time intensive). My favorite was the 'in-depth analysis' of one classmate required for a 20 page paper I'd slaved over. "Thanks for sharing." I kid you not. sigh.

Here's hoping you have a blast and get everything you want out of it.

JZ, please tell me you were able to get to the restroom at work?

Oh, yeah. It's right next door, and I had an early-warning system clanging well ahead of time, a stern little voice saying, Stand up now. Out the door. Don't ask why, just march. Furthest stall -- no, no, don't sit. Crouch on the floor. I said don't ask why, just do it! in tones that brooked no objection, no hesitation, nothing but immediate obedience. I was in and crouched in position a good five seconds before I figured out why.

ION, my boss rocks, and I'm sorely tempted to name the Halloweenie Paul. He's had dogs named after him, but never a baby.

My favorite was the 'in-depth analysis' of one classmate required for a 20 page paper I'd slaved over. "Thanks for sharing." I kid you not. sigh.

Did you let her live?

That's the one thing about pregnancy oogies, JZ. If you let it go, you feel better. Surprisingly better.

hooray for Aimee in school. welcome to the club!

shit, SA. I hope this does get resolved soon.

poor barfy JZ, but I'm glad you're feeling better.

In mememe news, I just got a call that my dad's cousin Gregg died. He's been battling cancer, complications from cancer, more cancer, pneumonia, complications from pneumonia, cancer again, and... well, you get the idea. He has three wonderful children who have grown up rightfully thinking that their dad could die at any point, through the highs of recovery and the fight, fight, fight to stay alive. They've seen him in ICUs numbers of time. His oldest is to graduate from Boston College (the family legacy school) this weekend.

My heart is broken and I can't stop crying. My family is far away and I can't do anything for anyone. I have to call my grandmother but I can't till I've gotten myself together, because we will lose it all over each other, and she, being super close to Gregg (which is why our branch of the family is as well) is very upset.

Anyway.