Formation flying: [link]

Spring break can wear you out: [link]

House: I thought the tickets Cuddy gave him at the end were to replace the vacation he didn't go on when she came to his door with test results. I also had the impression that he never was actually going to go anywhere, he just wanted everyone off to think he was gone so they wouldn't bother him.

Tough episode to watch

Eta: Aw, cute pics, dcp!

I never gave my parents much trouble... I was a quiet unrebellious A student and the biggest row I had with Mom was wearing comfy yet slovenly clothes in high school. They should thank their lucky stars that I waited to become a total slut until living on my own in my 20s, and that I didn't grow up as a felony courting devil-child the way Dad and his siblings did.

Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?

Sometimes things go here first, because I am thinking about how to put it. Matt doesn't participate on line here, but he reads a lot. So I assume if i write here, he will see it.

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

So. We all know Hugh Laurie is hilarious and a brilliant actor, but he's also a world class musician too. [link]

I'm a good ass mother liker!

bahahahah! Have I ever told you about the year I refused to speak to her when I was thirteen? So it is payback. BUT I WAS THIRTEEN!

Okay, maybe it's payback but you were THIRTEEN! You are an amazing woman now. She's had years to get over the hurt! Seriously. Besides the fact that she couldn't have demonstrated worse timing.

I was a very easy teenager, adored my parents through the whole thing, never had a big blow out with them, and was kind enough to keep any dabbling in drugs out of their view. It saddens me that it is considered unreasonable for me to expect either of my children to have the same relationship to me that I had with my parents. Then again, part of why I was an easy teen is that my parents were good at not freaking out.

I know how I bothered my mother! I wouldn't wear cute and fashionable clothes. She'd give me all these tips and I'd look at her blankly and go back to whatever thing I'd just become obsessed with.

It's not even like I was a goth or anything you could stick a fashion pin near. For a while I liked berets. For a while I loved the dolman sleeve. And then let's not talk about my hair.

My teenage photos were embarassing before the emulsion was dry. Which is why these days I merely wish that my eyes are open when the shutter opens. My bar is very low.

Krav teaching was like unto a thing that is not. I ditched before when I'd normally go for dinner, but was rescued (well, I was just sitting there in my car waiting for the neurons to be less random) and had ice chips for dinner. Sometimes pills seem intimidatingly like solid food.

And my big worry is that I'll get an ER quality headache on a school night. Fuck, if I get a narcotic quality headache on a school night I'll freak out. Which really doesn't help things.

It saddens me that it is considered unreasonable for me to expect either of my children to have the same relationship to me that I had with my parents.

Did your friends have similar relationships with their parents?

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

Not exactly hold back, more chose my words more carefully. I don't bitch about him here- but that is more because it is a written record. Most of my complaints and bitching about him do not deserve a permanent place in history. And partly because not everyone here has a complete view of him, and I get concerned ( even when I am mad at him) that someone will get the wrong idea about him. In F2F life, I complain more. But it is usually about things like him expecting me to be able to talk in the morning, or that he has no short answers for anything - stuff that anyone who knows us all ready knows. And maybe the occasional complaint that can only end with a sigh and a comment about the inexplicable nature of men ( I find it endlessly fascinating that I can spell words like inexplicable, but I can not type/spell words like their)

If your expectations are so low that hearing the world had ended was better news than wondering how it was going to happen...is that still pessimism? Especially if you kinda know that the reality can never hold a candle to your predictions of doom? That's cheating, isn't it?