Also she woke up this morning and wanted to put on the A's jacket you gave her (K-Bug's old jacket).

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! You have melted me. Pictures?

But then she saw two motorscooters parked together and got excited and said: "Zum! One! Two!"

is slain

But then she saw two motorscooters parked together and got excited and said: "Zum! One! Two!"

Ded.

Pictures?

Actually she wore it to the game last night and somebody from the Oakland Tribune took pictures of her wearing it. I should check their website.

Clearly a genius.

Considers parents. Yep.

What a bunch of people said about the single state of so many here. I could do a whole bunch of copy and paste stuff, but

If I had one piece of advice it would be to treat yourself and talk to yourself as you would treat or talk to your closest friends. If you had a friend that followed you around all day and randomly talked shit about you TO YOUR FACE, how long would you keep them around? And yet, you're with you twenty-four hours a day. Stop treating yourself like shit. That's my advice. FWIW.

So true.

There are so many men and women here, and in the rest of my life, that are seriously high quality humans. And yet they have not partnered with other high quality humans. Some of my friends just don't ever seem to connect with anyone, others make horribly unworthy choices. I just don't understand.

Seriously, I don't understand. I have been in some type of relationship for over 40 years. It may have been my expectation. My parents and all the parents I knew as a kid were married. My two older sisters started dating early and I had a boyfriend by the time I was 12. I moved in with DH#1 before I turned 18. Life circumstances made it 3 marriages, but I have pretty much been married for 35 years.

I have always been extremely independent and the spouse types were too. This works better than needy relationships in my experience.

When I look at my single loved ones (here and IRL) I can honestly say that they are smarter, funnier, more attractive, and more often grammatically correct than I am. The only reason I can come up with is expectation. And that would be subconscious expectation because I was completely convinced that I would never ever under any circumstances or conditions fall in love again after DH#2 died. 4 months later I had my first date with DH#3, that was over 20 years ago.

If I could bottle my relationship ~ma and send it to all of you I would. Because I know I am no more worthy than you are.

ION, I had to go and get some x-rays of my son's elbow this morning. Best guess is that he dislocated and it popped back. Of course he did this about 10pm last night. Never M-F 9-5 for these things. I called one of my customers that I knew was open on Saturday and they did the x-ray, but they didn't have a radiologist to look at it. The tech looked at it with me and we agreed that nothing was cracked or out of place. I have it on CD and have uploaded it to another customer that is a radiologist, but he can't look at it until he gets off rounds. He will want to do an MRI to look for soft tissue or nerve type damage, but I think we can wait until Monday because he can move stuff and can feel everywhere now. Kids! Also, bless all my beloved free health care providers. And yes, they do call my cell phone when they want my help too.

Laura, have I mentioned lately how much I love you? You totally rock.

IOmememeN, it is hot as hades and muggy already and I'm about to take off where it is even hotter. Seriously. Am I just stupid? I'm off to the wilds of Tenn. to see my family and will be v. dark for the next week. Hasta la vista, mah Bitches. See you on the flip side.

Background: I had this problem for the last year, I was given a new medication, and over time, I became more paranoid, frightened, and withdrawn. I was scared constantly, unable to feel joy or anything but fear.

Off it now, and have been in therapy twice a week for awhile, now. And stuff is churning up. It's stuff that I have been able to swallow and sometimes ignore over the years.

My mom told me, quite often, that she couldn't look at me. That I was disgusting to look at, how could I be this disgusting? It happened for over a half hour in the car once when I couldn't escape. She was dropping me off at school. I was 15, and fairly healthy at a size ten. I looked like all the women on my dad's side, and they were all big boobs and asses and hourglassy and never smaller than a ten.

I stayed in the bathroom at school that day and cried. I heard over the years that she couldn't stand the sound of my laugh, or the sight of my body. My mom was a broken teenaged mother who got pregnant at 16 and ran from horribly abusive alcoholic parents who said the same sort of things to her.

She doesn't remember this, but I gently asked about it, and she cried. She apologized. She took responsibility for it and feels horrible. I wasn't accusatory, I just wanted to know why, because it's just made it impossible for me to look in a mirror, to not constantly second guess whether my presence in a room is bothering people. I'm always feeling I need to apologize for taking up space, wherever I happen to be.

Sometimes it's louder than other times. It gets particularly bad when I feel attracted to someone, because it makes me hyper-aware of my own ugliness, how unacceptable and disgusting I am. My obnoxious laugh.

And it's hurting really bad right now because it's so front and center.

Best guess is that he dislocated and it popped back.

Laura - Iris' elbow has dislocated twice. For us, it's called 'nursemaid's elbow' or 'nanny's elbow' I think. Ugggh. I HATE it. 1 trip to the ER. Hopefully no more of those.

ETA 1: space porn (no, not that kind) - click on the Spitzer Telescope Link [link]

bleagh. bad x-post.

ETA 2: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Allyson}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} we've never met, but I think you deserve a mom mulligan. You are gorgeous (the internets all agree).

You do understand that your mother was wrong, Allyson? And it seems she knows she was wrong too. This obnoxious laugh was a product of her damage and her pain, not anything you were actually doing. Same thing with

my own ugliness, how unacceptable and disgusting I am

Figments of psychological pain. That's all.