Now, where's this biodata stuff?

Right here, lady. And read some of those testimonials. People sure do think I'm awesome.

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Well, because you are. Personally, I'm now 'shipping you and d.

I have to go teach Ben how to use the inhaler. Adios amigos

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Sheesh, Cindy, what a clusterfuck. I hope Ben--and you and DH--all feel better soon.

ETA: Raq, insent to your yahoo email.

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cindy - may everyone get better soon.

and I just read your biodata PC - nothing in there that is over the top - it sounds like you. and I love the pictures

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{{{P-C}}} Stick to your guns.

{{{{{Cindy}}}}} What an awful weekend. Tons of health~ma to everyone in your home. I am glad you have wine now.

Deena! Wow, that is a lot of doctor's appointments, but I am glad you're feeling well.

{{{Cass}}} I am so sorry for your loss.

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I'm so sorry to read about your friend's death. Will your step-mom find out from this newsletter?

She found out when I called and left a message and then emailed her the scant info I had from the newsletter, which was really just name and date. Just bizarre to find out like that...

I am so glad Ben was seen in the ER and will sending all my healing vibes and prayers your way.

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P-C, I was thinking about your biodata while trapped in neverending traffic on the Bay Bridge earlier today... others here have said it better, but I just wanted to chime in and nodnodnod along with them.

What you wrote is likely to net you a smaller pool of interested women, but a much larger percentage of those women will be genuinely interested, and likely to be interesting to you. Fewer responses, maybe, but a better chance of a true, happy match among the responses you do get.

None of it is going to be totally arranged out of the blue without the two of you even ever meeting in the flesh and getting a chance to back out, is it? Because I can imagine someone a little stiff and extremely wedded to tradition (maybe someone a bit like a younger version of your parents) and her parents reading a P-C's-mom-approved biodata sheet, and then meeting the actual you, finding him strange and offputting, and backing off feeling vaguely cheated and lied to. And I can see someone who would get you, and the parents who get her, reading a P-C's-mom-approved biodata sheet, feeling like that's just the sort of stiff dullish young man they can't see their daughter being happy with, and skipping right past you.

In short, yeah, your mom is wrong like a wrong thing on this. Probably with the best intentions, probably all fearful for your not-like-herness and the lonely future she's convinced herself you're doomed to unless you start behaving like -- well, like someone completely not yourself in any way -- but intentions and all, she's just wrong.

Vibing hard for resolve and kindness and patience and no tears when you have the inevitable talk with her about this one.

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Oh, and shit, Cindy, what a brutal week! Too much sick and miserable for one family in one week. Yay on no pneumonia, but I am giving the rest of your past week the stinkeye and glaring meaningfully at the week to come.

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Cindy, I am sending all the love and ~ma I can spare toward you and yours. Having been the asthmatic/allergic child in that drama, I know it's no fun for anyone involved.

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Poor Ben. Poor Cindy. Poor Cindy's DH. Some of the older sulfa drugs are pretty effective on respiratory diseases. Inhaled steroids don't really affect the immune system, and they'll make him feel better.

Yes, I am the queen of the respiratory infection.

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