Okay? How do I even deal with that? He won't call the available person because he doesn't like the way she drives -- note that I did NOT say "beggars can't be choosers" -- but he's willing to martyr himself and stay in the hospital one more night because he doesn't want to inconvenience me tonight.

My gut instinct says "He's frightened and looking for an excuse to stay in the hospital overnight. He may not even realize this." My gut could be wrong of course.

Teppy, my parental situation is not the same as yours, at all. But I get the "I don't want to be *your* parent!" thing, and it's a really really hard one to grapple with. Can I just send a commiserly hug (if you'd allow it, that is), and tell you to back off as often as you can to assess his behavior and your reactions as dispassionately as possible? It really is time to let someone else handle as much as possible, so that you can maintain a healthy parent-child relationship. Recruit whomever you can to help as much as possible so you can maintain.

Let me just say that it took me eight years past my dad's death before I was able to remember him as the man he was. That's a lot of crap to work through without the other person there, and it's not something I wish on anybody else.

On an entirely other note--GC, the hair is beyond cute! It's really flattering and you look adorable. You always look adorable (I'm reclaiming this word on behalf of vocabularies everywhere. A certain loomy presence does not retain possession of it), but the hair adds the additional dash of oomph.

Treadmill has not arrived. I have resorted to vacuuming. Those who know me understand to what depths I have descended.

{{Teppy}}

Wish I had some good suggestions or options for you, babe, but unfortunately, I've got nuthin'. I did like Hec's suggestions of swilling vodka from a bud vase, but more for the imagery, than anything of actual use.

Barb? How's the ankle? Are you being kind to it and yourself?

I had kind of a hard night last night-- didn't realize just how much relief the heating pad had actually brought until I didn't have it. Darned auto-off. So my friend had the brilliant idea to go get those adhesive heating pads to use at night. And because she'd had a bad day yesterday, she decided we needed pie, so she drove, we went to the drugstore, had lunch, had pie, and then we picked up Abby's chocolate birthday pizza, so the upside is, at least I didn't have to drive, which probably would have really hurt. As it is, I'm pretty achy just from the small amount of walking we did.

But tomorrow all will be good because tomorrow is my baby's eleventh birthday. Man, when did that happen?

My gut instinct says "He's frightened and looking for an excuse to stay in the hospital overnight.

My gut went there too.

Mostly because, why would I have the phone numbers of my parents' friends?

So you don't have to play your Dad's dysfunction game by his rules? So you can handle these things on your terms?

I think you have to start setting some boundaries and terms to handle this. It's not up to him to just dump everything on you. You find it burdensome and stressful. So go ahead and set up the phone tree and parcel out the responsibility among those who can take it.

okay, so apparently Sarah Palin was interviewed by People, and was asked

Has [Bristol's pregnancy] changed how you talk about sex with your other children?

Her response?

SP: I've always been a proponent of making sure kids understand – even in schools – they'd better take preventative measures so that they don't find themselves in these less than ideal circumstances. Perhaps Bristol could be a good example to other young women that life happens and preventative measures are, first and foremost, the option that should be considered –

"preventative measures"? WTF? I don't think that abstinence is a preventative measure. Sounds a hell of a lot like she's advocating birth control, or is it just me?

I'm with you. Sure sounds like birth control to me, not abstinence.

unless she thinks keeping your legs crossed is a preventative measure.

Or keeping your clothes on.

I like doin' it with my clothes on.