sara - it gets more hilarious - there is a Mexico tourism commercial out now playing during the Olympic trials and when mac sees the person dive off a cliff into the ocean he says "OK! THAT does not look safe."

Eh. From what I remember when this first hit the media, it seemed like their publicity seeking was coming more from an activist stance after all the shit they went through with the medical community. That makes it kind of a different thing to me than plain old "this is my shot to be in People Magazine!"

I found a lot of his righteous indignation eye-rolly. You had a hard time finding a doctor who'd want to help you get pregnant after taking upmpteen years of of male hormones? Really? And the staff in the gynecologist's office kept using female pronouns? In a GYNECOLOGISTS office? Where they only ever treat women? Where the forms are all pre-printed with "she" and "her"? PERISH THE THOUGHT. And as far as the neighbors knowing and you not wanting to be ashamed -- um, men get pot bellies. No one would have thought "gee, I wonder if he's pregnant!"

Now, the doctors may have been unkind in turning him down. And the staffs may have said "she" with a sneer instead of out of mere habit. I do not know. But the original article struck me as whiny and publicity-seeking and then going on Oprah, etc. seemed only to reinforce my first impression.

Oh, that ice cream pie sounds wonderful!

I just made a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. The cake's not as tasty as I'd like (maybe it's one of those things that has to sit for a while?), but there's no bad to cream cheese frosting.

I broke down and ordered pizza, and feeling guilty about ordering pizza, I ordered the whole wheat crust from Papa Johns. It's horrible. Dry, flavorless, nastiness. Learn from my horrible experience, Buffistas.

he says "OK! THAT does not look safe."

Ahahah!

So mom called and I got to talk to all of my family. D and mac would get along GREAT. Josh lit 4 smoke bombs already. D admonished him "You really shouldn't have lit all 4. My BODY tastes of smoke." And he proceeded to lick himself, gag dramatically and roll his eyes. I told him to make sure Grandma and Grandpa didn't get scared. "I'll protect them from dad!"

T was not impressed by the smoke bombs. At all. He was only ok if they lit one in a jar. The rest, he tried to flee. Mom was being all "oh poor boy" and then tells me about a Lion King singing and dancing toy that T is fine with. Until it sings or dances and then he flees the room. So what does she do? Carries him and the toy to the livingroom to show my dad. The poor child hides behind her.

We didn't fall far from the tree, nope.

AND I got a giggly thanks for the JOHAN GRUNSFELD tshirt. D now wants glasses like him. Heh.

I wish I had an ice cream pie.

Me too.

Does anyone want any tote bags? I just cleaned out my front hall closet, and I'm pretty sure I have more than one person is allowed by law.

None for me, thanks. I discovered tote bags and small duffles galore when we were packing. I ditched some, kept some, and I really should ditch more.

"OK! THAT does not look safe."

Totally heart-ing mac.

My house feels especially empty tonight, so I am trying to clean up a bit to keep myself occupied. I just emptied two very full grocery bags of rotting fruits and veggies into the compost bin. Most of it organic stuff from the Farmer's Market. Ouch.

Next step is to actually think about what I want to make before I go to the Farmer's market tomorrow, and look for things I will cook, and not buy things because they look fresh and pretty.