OK, he was hot enough to warrant double-posting, but I didn't mean to!

The thought of my mother choosing who I marry freaks me right out. The rest of my immediate family might be allowed some input, but not her.

Oh so this. When I looked at the site, I immediately thought of a few friends who could, between them, probably do pretty well. But other than knowing, vaguely, what physical type I'm partial to, my Mom doesn't Get Me nearly well enough to be given that sort of responsibility.

You've met my mother. I'd prefer for you to choose my husband, please. My mother would pick a Republican with a steady job who likes "Everyone Likes Raymond" and doesn't understand why people keep books.

::Runs away::

Good Family Xmas Merge, GC!

So, tonight is my last night in Michigan. I fly back to L.A. tomorrow. Stoopid early. But it means I get into L.A. at, like, noon.

This has been a weird trip.

I got to see family I haven't seen in a while. That was mostly good (and occasionally stressful).

I also got to see people that I miss like a part of my own body, they are that important to me.

But this place is not home in any way shape or form any more. And damn, do I need to get back to LA. I need to smell the ocean, and see the mountains, and be surrounded by city and concrete and steel.

Michigan has a green color that I miss, and almost never get to see in California. But I need to get back to my home.

I don't know. Maybe the ground is just too still out here.

(wife in 7 days!)

WOOT WOOT WOOT!!!!

so ... New Yorkers don't trust air they can't see and Californians don't trust ground that doesn't move?

I wish I had a home like that, Sean. Which I feel like I don't despite knocking around the same metro area my whole life.

Sean, even though I'm somewhere on the ocean right now, and not in LA, you are missed. LA will be better for having you back. Looking forward to seeing you when I finally get back home myself.

Michigan has a green color that I miss

When I was in Pennsylvania, I would just stand at windows and stare. Green. Everywhere. With no sprinklers. Trees tightly packed and hanging over the roads, and no one planted them.

The people, not so much, but my god, I've missed my hills.

. . . but I'll never live there again, unless I can spend the summer months somewhere with a dry climate. Or 30 degrees cooler.

I miss Michigan every summer. February, not so much. I'm not sure that NC is "home" per se (is it weird to feel a place is a temporary residence for 25 years?), but it's a lovely place to live nonetheless.

My prescription says lorazepam substituted for ativan. Same thing?

I'm trying to decide if I should start the effexor tonight or not. I was looking forward to going to the farmer's market tomorrow. I haven't been for a couple of weeks. But I'm always kind of out of it for the first week or so after starting an AD, and I don't think I will be able to drive. The bottle doesn't mention anything about interactions. Anything I should be worrying about that I don't remember? t /pill phobia