Howdy, buffistas!

I went to the Indiana State Fair yesterday. It was fun, but I ate and ate and ate wayyyy too much bad stuff (all of this was split with my friend Farrah though): corn dog, ear of corn, apple cider slushie, duck bratwurst, cup of milk, deep fried chocolate covered strawberries (with whipped cream), an elephant ear, another ear of corn, another cup of milk, and then the kicker: deep fried battered hohos on a stick.

Then we went to the movies to see Snakes on a Plane and had soda and popcorn.

Then we stopped at Steak n Shake for shakes.

Is it any wonder I've felt like puking all day?

Also, my computer HATES me. Right now it's refusing to believe I have an AirPort card. Which...I've had it for two and a half years. WTF?

Hec, send me your address. I can't find where I last put it. I need to send sprog stuff.

I did have fun kicking people. I went in to fight external licensees taking their blue belt test. Always fun, because they're tired from a day of having their asses whupped, and you're relatively fresh.

My auras are very simple. I get a line of white on the very outside edge of my vision, and a ball of white light runs up and down that. It's just like what happened after I lightly detached a retina a gazillion years ago, so I thought that was what happened despite not having been hit in the eye.

I soon tied it to migraines instead, but I've been having migraines for almost thirty years now, and the auras just showed up a few months ago.

You guys with the occlusion of vision--egads. I'm so glad (knocking wood) that mine produces not much more than stimulus to whip my head around to catch the flicker--if I haven't realised what it is yet.

My mother used to go blind from her migraines. Then she found that she could stave off a migraine as it was starting by laughing. Unfortunately, getting a migraine isn't very funny. I have many memories of being out somewhere with her and my younger siblings and having her grab my wrist and demand "Tell me a joke! Say something funny!"

As you might guess, "say something funny right now or your mother will go blind" has a tendency to make you freeze right up. Funny songs were our salvation, since they could be re-used more often than jokes for some reason.

Eventually she figured out how to get the same effect on her own, without any laughing out loud or group sing-a-longs of "If I had a million dollars". I won't say that I miss it, but I enjoy the memories of people's reactions.

I'm glad the shower went well. How is JZ feeling? Is there any indication that she is going to be given a reprieve from bedrest soon?

Ugh. DSL has completely died. Thank goodness for being able to steal wireless from the neighbors.

We're having lots of thunder, lightening and rain here right now, which is totally freaking Toto out. Guess I'm not going to bed right now, as I won't sleep with him shaking and whining in fear. Poor guy. I used to read up on what I could do about his fear, but everything said he'd grow out of it. Eight years...I don't think he's gonna grow out of it.

As you might guess, "say something funny right now or your mother will go blind" has a tendency to make you freeze right up.

The storm only lasted a little while here, vw. I hope it passes for you quickly as well.

JZ is feeling fine, though tired. Also full of Buffista love, because you are really such deeply good and loving people. When the car seat arrives, I'm going to Sharpie everyone's names on the back or one side, so I can remember all the loving hands from all over the continent holding the Halloweenie and keeping her safe.

Bedrest is all up in the air. The last time I saw the OB, I was feeling fine and the Halloweenie was obviously alert and bouncy and un-traumatized by recent events, and the OB said at first that I'd be on bedrest until my next appt. in two weeks, and then at the end of the visit said, "Ah, let's make it three. Come back at the end of August."

So who knows? She may set me free into the world again on August 30, or she may capriciously say, "Oh, you've been down for three weeks, what's another two months?" And then laugh with malign glee, rubbing her hands together and sneering at the one-legged monkey perched on her shoulder.

Blergh. Really, really don't want to eat up all my sick leave and FMLA disability before I have an actual outside-my-body 3D baby.

When the car seat arrives, I'm going to Sharpie everyone's names on the back or one side, so I can remember all the loving hands from all over the continent holding the Halloweenie and keeping her safe.

Awww. This is such a sweet idea.

Blergh. Really, really don't want to eat up all my sick leave and FMLA disability before I have an actual outside-my-body 3D baby.

{{{JZ}}}

Oh, JZ--can you send me your address?