I had a less than stellar weekend. Saturday evening I started having digestive problems, which are lingering. Not the usual stomach flu, but it started as a sharp pain in my stomach which finally let up enough that I could sleep and subsided to an achy feeling low in the abdomen (central area) that persists today. I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow, but it's annoying.

Then, early Monday morning, we had a fire in my building. The alarm on my floor didn't go off for about half an hour - which meant I slept through them evacuating the other six floors and the firefighters arriving. When it did go off, I got out of my apartment to discover I couldn't get off my floor without having to fight my way through a lot of firefighting equipment. The people in the apartment where the fire was are in the hospital, seriously burned. The building management is looking into why the alarm didn't go off. There's also been a fuss and there are going to be investigations - and possibly legislation - to ban the kind of alarm we have (old ... and it has to be pulled by someone to go off).

Rose has been with her foster mom for a year and nothing like this has happened, her back was nice and furry when she came to me and she's been losing it rapidly. So I'm inclined to think it's my place. Which is too bad.

I'm not sure what to do but I know I'm not going to send her back to the foster mom today, she's hiding behind the dryer (the cat not the foster mom) and I think she's been stressed out enough today as it is.

All I want is an affectionate cat!

VW -- sorry you fell. I had a nurse say recently that you shouldn't put peroxide on a cut after the first 24 hours because new research shows it can damage the new skin growing and take longer to heal. (just FYI)

Toddson, that really sucks. I hope they figure out what the problem was so you don't end up being in a worse position sometime.

A nurse looked at my owie and said it will probably do better overnight, so I didn't follow the nurse on the phone's directions and go to urgent care. The thought of taking two children to sit with me in urgent care was enough to make me actively want to deal with an infection.

Boy, the two young kids have the attack of the sillies. I'm ignoring.

I cut my palm open with a set of pinking shears, once, vw. I covered it with a bandaid until it scabbed over and had no problem with it. I suspect you'll have no problem with yours.

If there are cats coming out of your wound, it's definitely bad.

I just caught my typo. I'm leaving it because this is so funny.

Grammar Nazis v. Obama

When President Obama speaks before Congress and the nation tonight, he will be facing some of his toughest critics.

Grammar junkies.

Holy cow. D just texted me: he shook hands with William Shatner.

I hate people. [link]

Disparaging comments by adults about a children’s presenter have led to an angry backlash in support of Cerrie Burnell, the 29-year-old CBeebies host who was born missing the lower section of her right arm. One man said that he would stop his daughter from watching the BBC children’s channel because Burnell would give his child nightmares.

Parents even called the broadcaster to complain after Burnell, with Alex Winters, took over the channel’s popular Do and Discover slot and The Bedtime Hour programme last month, to complain about her disability.

Yes, I read that yesterday. I could not BEFUCKINGLIEVE it.

On the up side, though, there were lots of comments from people who were outraged at the dickheadery, and who were big supporters of Cerrie. Which was nice.

People: made of fucking stupid.