The point is to get them to do what you want, not to think like you.

As per usual, Robin is brilliant. This, this, this.

I think marshalling arguments in favor of running your biodata your way is the way to go. Maybe offering to do it your way for a year and if it doesn't work trying her way will do it--especially if you tell her the alternative is not to do it at all.

This, too. What scrappy said x 10,000.

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I just got home a bit ago.

It's -15 F.

Predictions are for decreasing temps.

I fear Andi may leave me for this.

OTOH? Snuggling!

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Robin wants me to invest in some larger testicles.

On the upside, that will make me more appealing to women.

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But would it be ok to put on your biodata?

{{Cass}}, {{Cindy and clan}}

{{P-C}} You know, this may be silly, but your story reminds me a bit of Bride and Prejudice.

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This may be siller, but I haven't seen it.

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There's a part where our heroine is meeting a fellow from America that wants to meet her, and he's pretty much exactly not her type.

She ends up with the dashing non-Indian fellow, so...

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Oh, Cindy, honey. What a horrible no good very bad cluster of yuck. Poor kiddo. Poor you.

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Tep! How do you make apple whatsis (crumble?) in the crock pot? Until my oven is fixed, we are sadly bakeless.

It's super-easy!

Apple Oat Crockpot Crumble

-- 6 apples peeled and cut into bite size pieces [NOTE: I didn't peel my apples, and it turned out just fine.]
-- 3 eggs, beaten
-- 1/2 c. oat bran or plain old flour
-- 1 1/2 c. oats
-- 1/2 to 1 c. sugar [or the equivalent amount of Splenda/Equal/etc., if you are so inclined; I actually made mine with Splenda, and it's yummy]
-- 2 tsp. baking powder
-- 1/4 tsp. salt
-- 1 tsp. vanilla
-- 1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon or apple pie spice [or spice of your choice]
-- 1 1/2 c. milk [I only had skim in the fridge, and it turned out just fine]

Spray the crockpot with no-stick spray.

Put cut-up apples in crockpot.

Mix all other ingredients together and pour over apples.

Stir and cook for 4 hours on low. [Check occasionally to see if it's cooking faster than expected, b/c mine did. Plus it might need to be stirred once or twice while cooking.]

So. YUMMY.

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I think marshalling arguments in favor of running your biodata your way is the way to go. Maybe offering to do it your way for a year and if it doesn't work trying her way will do it--especially if you tell her the alternative is not to do it at all.

This is good advice, P-C.

Thanks, everyone.

Hey, I have a newbie parent kind of question. Okay, I'm not a newbie, but everything with the oldest one makes you feel like a newbie:

Is it unusual for an 11 year old to be unable to swallow pills?

I think I was older. My mother knows she was older. Scott thinks he was older, too, but the doctors almost acted like he was way old for this.

Inhaled steroids don't really affect the immune system, and they'll make him feel better.

The ER prescribed oral steroids -- Prednisone (it's probably Prednisolone -- I dunno, it's in the fridge, but I have had it for the other two). Tomorrow, I'll call the Pediatrician and see if I can give him the nebulizable steroid we already have in the house for Chris, who gets bronchial whenever he glances sideways at a head cold. Although come to think of it, they may have prescribed the oral steroid to combat the allergic reaction to the drug, as well as the chest congestion.

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.

Thank you, Karl, you sweet thing. Ben was mostly bored, which I figure is good, as it means he's feeling well enough to be bored. I sent jokes and riddles via e-mail to Scott's Blackberry, but they could only use that at certain times/places in the hospital.

We're used to nebulizers and all that fun stuff, because Chris and Julia both had RSV as babies, and Chris still gets wheezy a couple of times a year. But this antibiotic shell game is for the birds.

On the other hand, if anyone's looking for some Biaxin, I think I just went into the wholesale business.

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There's a part where our heroine is meeting a fellow from America that wants to meet her, and he's pretty much exactly not her type.

She ends up with the dashing non-Indian fellow, so...

Hm. Perhaps not the best message. Same reason my parents didn't like Bend It Like Beckham.

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