And whatever ma could be spared toward my finishing this hellish semester in some decent shape would also be appreciated. I just need it for the next week!

Oh my doG.

I can't even find the words for how surprised I am. The Buffistas are truly the best. I received a box today with a bottle of 10 year old scotch, a really cool CD made by Hec (I'm listening to it right now) and A UTILIKILT! Most importantly it contained more love than I could imagine. I can't believe that you guys did this for me!

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I owe each and every one of you a big wet sloppy kiss on the lips!

I'm crying now.

Thank you, so much!

PSA: EVEN THOUGH I AM ON CRUTCHES, I AM STILL PRETTY. "FYI."

Thanks for the good vibes. I did get to come home last night. The doctor called this morning to check on me and said that the nurses had been surprised that I was going home, because they'd never seen anyone go home the same day from this surgery. The doctor said he told them, "She's a unique individual, and she wants to go home." I seem to be feeling pretty good today, but that may be the percocet talking.

Car-ma, please. Going around a curve in the snow last night, my two month old car slid and hit a curb, breaking a tie rod (the part that attaches the wheel to the axel). Then, while waiting for the police/tow truck, someone coming around the same curve, slid and hit my car. Looked to be fairly minor damage, but I couldn't really see because of the snow.

I had to leave the car pushed up on the grass because I couldn't get a tow truck because of the snow. So, now I get to deal with this today instead of Christmas shopping.

Everyone is okay, but argh!!

Not sure where else to put this:

erinaceous, I tried emailing you back regarding ginger cakey goodness, but for some reason, my server is bouncing all attempts back at me. Have you got another email addy?

Thanks. Back to your regularly scheduled programming...

Just got home to an email from one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Her Hodkin's might be back less than a year later. There is a lot of testing to be done next (this) week.

Fingers crossed, ma and vibes seriously welcome that the swelling is an infection between her lungs instead.

I'm going to go have a good cry I think.

Umm... I am a ginormous great moron. I have somehow deleted the email with my Santee's address. And forgotten who did the exchange in the first place.

HELP!!! (Profile addy is good)

Since today marks my one year anniversary as a registered (and posting) Buffista, I'd like to take a moment to reflect on the things I’ve learned over the past year. I learned (among other things):

1) the meaning of HoYay and its delightful ubiquity;
2) the difference between snark and snerk;
3) that getting along is usually more important than being right, and that I’d rather be an asset than an ass;
4) that the Buffistas are a fiercely protective and cohesive group of independent thinkers, and by thinkers I mean porn;
5) that numberslutting can lose its thrill, but a new thread never loses its smell;
6) about gay pirates, dead pandas, social capital, nillying, buff-diving, preferential voting, how to spell bureaucrazy, and that monkeys will always be funny;
7) that Joss and Tim are gods, and that Joss and Tim are us;
8) that you only get COMMed when you least expect it
9) that my life has gotten a little bit brighter for being a part of this amazing community; and
10) that I can never give back as much as I’ve gained although I damn well plan to try.

The author reserves the right to modify and/or supplement this list at any time with the handy-dandy edit key without notice or any sense of propriety.

We go to see RotK at the midnight showing tonight. At 6 AM tomorrow morning, we go to the hospital to prep Hubby for major spinal surgery. It could be removal of a bone spur from his spinal cord, it may be fusion of several vertebrae. Health-ma and sanity-ma will be much appreciated.