Sits next to Dana and Sox

hopes there's extra sauce left over from last night

Black people are scared of Utah.

they're not the only ones...

Black people are scared of Utah.

You're not wrong.

they're not the only ones...

I'm doing my best, but there's only so much one lone Erisian can do. Still, every look of uneasy confusion on the face of a local-born Utahn is a victory. Every niggling thought of "She's not like everybody else, but she's kind of cool" is a triumph.

Congratulations, MM.

Also, this will be a surprise to no one. I have too much craft stuff.

Just remember, you always have to have 3-4 projects going, because if you finish all your projects, they might let you die.

Yay, MM! You and your phone can continue your love-hate relationshipw with benefits.

My feelings on tomatoes in guacamole depends on the tomatoes. The tasteless store ones should stay out of guacamole.

I feel remarkably like someone was beating on head with a hammer, and it's not a simile.

My mother is still a bit embarrassed about the time I said, "Why is that man so fat?" and the time my sister went up to the black woman who lived next to my grandmother and said, "Why is your face so dirty?" Those events happened more than 40 years ago.

I think that the hardest part is not emphasizing that there are all different sizes, shapes and colors of people, as I'm sure you and MM do. The hardest part has to be teaching children when the truth is not appropriate. You could just let her grow up to be Cordelia: "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass."

Yay MM! Go Miracleborns with the awesome employment!

Kids say the darnedest things, really. They can't help it. I don't think anyone really bats an eye, except their parents. Hell, Sara does it to *me* all the time. "Mommy, what is that thing on your face? Mommy, why do your thighs jiggle?" It's a good thing she's cute.

My favorite was Jake, at three. He liked to ask what everything did. "What are trucks for? What is the sky for?" One day he turned around and looked at me and said, very clearly, "What are YOU for?" Um.

Yay, MM! You and your phone can continue your love-hate relationshipw with benefits.

You make it sound like I'm having angry sex with my phone.

I don't think calling it a "dirty fucker" counts.

I am firmly in the anti-tomato camp when it comes to guac. Put the tomatoes in a fresh salsa instead and leave more room in the guac for avocado!

My guac recipe is avocado, lime, cumin, cilantro, salt. (Tomatoes/onions/jalapenos go into the salsa. Which also gets cilantro, lime, and salt, and a drop or two of olive oil) Cube the avocados and stir everything together with a fork - if the avocados are ripe enough they won't need any additional mashing.

If Aims said that to me, I’d say “honey, my nose isn’t squished, it’s just a different shape than yours. Here, see how my feet are flat and yours have that nice arch? We’re not all the same, and that’s what makes us interesting”. Of course, she will probably say something about my ass at the F2F, and then I will have to explain the magic of the badonkadonk. ;)

Er, presumably you meant Em, not Aims? I mean, Aimee has a kid, so I assume she's familiar with the magic of the badonkadonk...

Congrats, MM! I'm sure that's a big relief to both of you.

Congratulations! (Have you told your phone, yet?)

This made me laugh like a drain.

Ugh.

So I took Annabel in to daycare this morning, I was chatting with her teacher, and she asked me if we'd ever had Annabel evaluated for epilepsy!

You see, Annabel sometimes spaces out, even in the middle of an activity, and for maybe 10-20 seconds it's difficult to impossible to get her attention--you have to get up in her face, say her name loudly, etc. And then she snaps out of it and will answer your question or go back to what she was doing before or whatever.

On the one hand, I can see how that might be mild epilepsy. That's kinda what it looked like in the roommate I had one summer back in college, only her spells tended to last a bit longer and leave her shaken up, while AFAICT Annabel's space-out moments don't have any lasting effects whatsoever. But, you know, it's hard to judge, because if this is normal for her and she's been this way all her life, she wouldn't be telling us there's a problem or acting scared, you know?

But OTOH, it's not like I hadn't noticed she does this, and I'd thought it just meant she's our kid. DH and I both space out on occasion, but since we're older, we're more socialized and are less likely to do so with other people around. For myself, I think of it as having an "outward" and "inward" focus, and unless I'm alone or in a situation where no one is talking or interacting, I'm in "outward" mode. But when I'm "inward," I often just pause and stare into space for 20-30 seconds, either because I'm deeply pondering whatever I'm working on, or else because I'm distracted and am riding the new train of thought for a bit. And if someone comes along and abruptly pulls me from deeply inward to outward, depending on the context I'll either startle like a newborn hearing her first thunderclap or I just won't hear the first part of whatever they say because it takes me that long to disengage from whatever I'm thinking about and get my brain back into the outer world.

An example of the latter: The stock DH and I are supposed to inherit has ranged from around $65/share to $75 since the beginning of the year. One morning I stepped out of the shower in deeply inward mode, IIRC thinking about my WIP. When I walked into the bedroom, DH was at the computer, and he started saying something as soon as I walked in. By the time I'd pulled myself outward, all I heard was "...up to 75 today." Since I knew it was forecasted to be the first day of a warming trend, I said something like, "Yeah, I'll wear short sleeves." At which point DH looked at me funny and said, "That's nice, but what does that have to do with the price of STOCK?"

Anyway, I'd been assuming all along that Annabel's space-out moments were just like ours. But I'm freaking out a bit now just at the word "epilepsy." And I do wonder if she's right, because Annabel sometimes spaces out while eating or watching TV, and you'd think those would be inherently outward-focused activities.

I'm going to call the pediatrician as soon as the office opens in 10 minutes. I'm not too freaked out, because it just doesn't sound quite right to me, and also because I know mild epilepsy is nothing to freak out over--that roommate of mine was certainly bright, healthy, and successful, for example. But it's still not the best way to start a morning, you know?