I want (like libkitty and others, I couldn't pare it down to three):

• to write again

• to act again

• to find a job that lets me breathe financially

• for Hec to find a job that doesn't eat his soul

• health for my Buffistas

• good good lives for all our babies, and may mine in particular get her shit together faster than her mommy did so she can actually enjoy her twenties while she's in them

• champagne, a cupcake and a pony. I'd happily settle for just the cupcake, though.

Concerning fleeing children, I never really did that, but my youngest brother sure did. If my mother was lucky she'd just find him out front of the house, dancing naked on the hood of their car. Otherwise she would likely have a trail of clothes to follow to the local shopping centre, where she'd find him (naked) sitting on one of those coin-operated kiddie rides. It was about 50/50 that someone would've started it for him.

Of course, just to inject a little variety, there was the time when he decided to play postman, with our mother's purse. He wandered down our street, taking everyone's mail and leaving one of M's cards (credit, bank, driver's licence, whatever) in its place. Which of course led to M having to retrace his steps to change everything back, hoping desperately that no one was going to see her rifling through their mail.

The most hair-raising occasion was when he disappeared with the lawnmower. He was gone a couple of hours, they'd called the police, and he shows up at the front door (naked and grinning) riding a haggard-looking bus driver who had abandoned his entire bus of passengers to go door-knocking and return him to his rightful owners.

We never did see the lawnmower again.

Is this a riding mower or push?

I don't want to know what it says about me that that is the question I have after that story.

champagne, a cupcake and a pony. I'd happily settle for just the cupcake, though

See, now this is doable.

::rolls up sleeves to start baking::

I think I also want to look like Diane Lane. That's not a problem, is it?

::goes back to envying, and lusting after, her legs during the windswept beginning of Unfaithful::

::rolls up sleeves to start baking::

::opens mouth like baby bird::

Which Matilda is doing a lot lately, actually. She snivels for her pacifier, you start to hand it to her, and her little hands drop limply to her sides and she opens her mouth and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to pop it in. She's so godawful lazy. Definitely my daughter.

Mal does that with his pacifier. @@

He was almost completely off them, asking for one every other night or so when he went to bed, and that was it. But on the plane flight over and in the airports, I kept him corked, and now he's hooked again.

I want chocolate chip cookie dough.

I want

• My brother's life to stop sucking so much
• Health for family and friends
• a little more financial security (and the self-motivation to achieve that)

and a bonus

• a garage or basement where I can make a mess learning how to sculpt

Is this a riding mower or push?

It was a push mower. He could just reach the handle.

Mom says "thanks" to all the well wishes. She said her boob is still sore, but the ice is too cold so she's suffering through.

I went to my personal trainer assessment. I saw my body fat percentage. Oh.my.god. OH MY GOD! I knew I was fat but it was 42% body fat. FORTY TWO. Which is not the answer to everything.

But the personal trainer was very upbeat and I have lost 2.5 lbs from my last doctor's appointment so that's a plus.

And I did 30 minutes on the bicycle machine thing. Tomorrow I go and carve out a program. I'm starting out going to the gym 3 days a week, so far I've gone twice this week!