Oh, Shir, loks of health~ma for your Sis. And peace of mind~ma for you and your folks.

Oh, update on my mom -- she's feeling better, and has to adjust some of her medications because there are some that people who have had allergic reactions like that aren't supposed to take. Since she's on a zillion other medications and had heart problems, it's complicated for the doctors to figure out which ones are OK to give her. So far, her insurance company has rejected two of the medications that her doctors decided on.

Also, her blood test results came back, they tested her for pretty much every known allergen, and the tests showed that she's allergic to nothing. So, still no idea what caused the reaction. She thinks it was a protein bar, since that was the only thing she ate that day that she'd never had before, but it's one of those kinds with about 100 ingredients, almost none of them remotely natural, so she's just not eating that particular kind again, and hoping that whatever it was that caused the reaction doesn't show up in any other food.

Shir, much ~ma for your sister.

An Indian woman just strolled into my cube and was all, "Hi, I'm new, I'm Indian, you're Indian, who else is Indian?" It was kind of awkward, which is why I have not used that tactic on the Indian guy on this floor. She seemed sort of disappointed that I could only name two other Indians and no Indian women, at least in-house. I gave her suggestions on how to find housing, and she asked if I knew any girls in Berkeley who were looking for roommates. I did not. It was all very strange and amusing.

(And before you ask, no.)

Watch out - she's a Mom!Spy!

(And before you ask, no.)

HEY!

We weren't thinking THAT loud, were we???

Ugh. Just got back a reply to the last email. Line-by-line, few good points, some weak rhetoric. Don't even want to try any more. He clearly wants to be right. I'm sick of being stressy about it. I want to just walk away, but don't know whether that's weak-ass of me not to finish what I started.

(Plus, no fewer than three spelling errors. But I recognize that it's only in my world that makes it more tiring).

I don't think it's weak to walk away from an argument that's stressing you out and is impossible to win. It's sanity saving.

Health~ma to Shir's sister.

::shoves kosher chocolate {that exists, right?) into the tubes in the hopes that it will cover all those needing caffeinated caloric comforting::

So tonight I'm a little nervous because I'm going to go to a kick boxing class. I've wanted to do this for a long time and finally decided to, this is the free class and get information about the dojo kinda thing. It's newer in town and kinda small, and the guy I spoke to on the phone was very nice.

But I have this voice in the back of my head that says they are going to take one look at me and tell me I'm too out of shape to do this and come back when I've lost some weight.

Unless they're very different in your town than they are in mine, I guarantee they will encourage you no matter what shape you're starting from. What your head will try to screw you up with is something completely else. I've done karate, kung-fu, kick boxing at the gym (and some fencing, but I'm useless at it), and no one was ever anything but supportive (and I was never smaller than a size 18 for any of this, BTW). I used to do some of the demos that my karate school did because even though I was afraid I'd look like a doof, I hoped that if there was some other fat girl out there thinking she couldn't do it she'd see me and go, "Well if she can do it..."

In short, Go askye! (And if necessary, "Shush, askye's brain!")