Oh, yeah. That's definitely going to happen.

I'm sorry if I sounded crass--I meant it as a joke. I apologize if I offended!!

Oh, yeah. That's definitely going to happen.

I'm sorry if I sounded crass--I meant it as a joke. I apologize if I offended!!

Oh, Kathy, NOT offended at all! My sarcasm gets a big FAIL today. It was funny. I'm blaming mom and dad. They also gave me the bi-polar and compulsive behavior. But Mom gave me her awesome legs and her love of reading. Dad gave me my sense of humor.

My cable is jacked, every time I call Time Warner they have a pre-recorded excuse. Apparently it's sunspots. Or flares. Something solar anyway.

Have you tried OpenDNS? The last time TWC was having consistent problems I set it up and it seems like I have fewer problems than Bob (same cable, no OpenDNS).

My Mom gave me my curves. My Dad gave me my green eyes.

Man, we're under a flash flood watch from Saturday morning through Sunday evening.

Oh, good, Cashmere--glad to know I wasn't stepping over any lines.

Let's see...I got my good cholesterol, my "potato nose" (as Grandma called hers), and my love of history and folk songs from Dad, and my Irish skin and love of reading from Mom's side (she likes to read but isn't obsessive about it, her dad OTOH was a complete bookaholic; when she saw my need to read, she knew that her dad wasn't completely gone from the world).

When Hubby started his health adventures, his cholesterol was over 600. It may have been higher, but the meter didn't go higher. The other day, it was below 100. His HDL was good, too.

Unfortunately, his sister was just diagnosed with MS. This may be genetic, but we can't be sure, because Hubby's birth father is long disappeared. His mother believed that people you didn't want to associate with should be considered dead, so no efforts were made to maintain contact. When asked about genetic things, she only ever referred to Hubby's adoptive father's family. I have a bad feeling about Hubby's grandchildren's health.

Have you tried OpenDNS?

TV, not internet. Though I had been, unrelatedly, intending to have a look at that anyway.

As for myself, my hair and skin come from Daddy. I'm praying my health comes from my mother, because she smoked most of her life, had heart surgery ten years ago, had bad lungs--as do I!--but still made it to 79. That's not too sucky a run.

My mom gave me her famine-resistant metabolism and sense of humor. My dad gave me my legs and possibly the way my mind works (whether that's due to genes or training is hard to say).