My paternal grandmother still didn't have internal water or electricity last time I visited her in my pre-teens. They built a separate...thingummy which was kitchen and showers across the way. If you needed to take a crap in the middle of the night in 1981 you had to choose between the chamber pot and wending your way across beastie-infected terrain to hover yer ass over the Satan Pit.

But she loved me more than anyone ever has, so even though we never spoke in any language other than her feeding me all my favourite foods and me stuffing my face...huh, I think I just had an odd breakthrough memory...I never minded making a choice that would normally be tortuous for the erratically prissy girl I was then.

I got post of the week for writing about her at TT. I'm kinda sad now that I remember I've lost the words. But that's all they were.

Ooof. I just lost a message, hitting the wrong button.

ita, that was beautiful to read.

Thanks, Shir. I didn't have grandparent experiences like most people who actually knew theirs--there was always a distance in interaction. But that was just culture, not a measure of love.

I'm up too late. Means bonus Shir, but also bonus grump in the morning. My stomach's trying to con me into eating too. I think it'll win. There's no point having that wee amount of baked beans lying around, and it's not like I can go back to the Thai food that tried to kill me earlier today. Not until tomorrow.

Watching Flashpoint. Intense. I'm hurt that Hugh Dillon in a ballcap looks so much like Richard Dean Anderson, though.

Happy Bastille Day!

Second try to post without hitting any buttons that have nothing to do with posting:

My parents are in their mid 50s and really want a grandchild, especially my dad. Alas, I already told him I don't see myself having children in the foreseeable future (and if my mom will keep watching the "giving birth at home" shows next to me, there might not be any kids in my future at all), and I'm the older daughter. More alas, in the last 3 years or so my dad began to stare and smile at toddlers. He's really enthralled by them and he will be a great grandparent, but right now, it just look creepy. Related to that, I know they're considering being an emergency foster home for short periods of time (not sure what is the term for it).

As for my grandparents... not so much luck. Two died long before I was born, with one we don't speak, and the last but not least... I fond of my grandfather, I really do, but we can talk for 30 seconds after we didn't speak for a year and he'll go "Shir, it was really wonderful to talk to you; Can you please hand over the phone to your father?". He just doesn't know how to be one, I guess, but these sort of things about him really amuse me. I know that he doesn't mean to hurt (and it doesn't hurt me) and that he doesn't mean to be rude - he was raised with twisted aristocratic Austro-Hungarian manners.

Also, forgot to say earlier that baby picsam = awesomeness.

Sends ita banana muffins via the interwebs.

And hey, don't repeat my mistakes! Go to bed!

Surprisingly enough, I skipped again. This time because, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is a double Buffista birthday, for both Ouise as well as Zenkitty.

Happy birthday, Ouise! Happy birthday, Zenkitty! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy birthdays, Zenkitty and Ouise!

Happy Birthday, Zenkitty!

Happy Birthday, Ouise!

Hil - if you studied your Hebrew from the Torah and siddur, you've done great job.

I keep wanting to sign up for conversational Hebrew classes, but they're always at a time when I can't go. I can vaguely sort of maybe get by in Hebrew when I just have to read it, but I'm totally lost when I have to speak it or (even worse) understand what someone else is saying.

I keep wanting to sign up for conversational Hebrew classes, but they're always at a time when I can't go. I can vaguely sort of maybe get by in Hebrew when I just have to read it, but I'm totally lost when I have to speak it or (even worse) understand what someone else is saying.

If you want, until those classes will start or when they'll start and you'll need someone to practice your Hebrew with, I happily volunteer for this job. Or you know, even if you just have questions from time to time about how to say this and that, you're welcome to contact me.

Aw, thanks, Shir.

What is up with my sleep schedule? Past two nights, I've gone to bed around 11, and woken up around 5. Yesterday, I then fell asleep again around 10 and slept until 3:30. I really hope that the crazy sleeping 16 hours a day that no doctor could explain that I had last year hasn't shown up again.