I'm not sure if it's unrecognized grief for her or for that world that is so alien to me now.

That's sort of how I feel about Michigan. I don't want to move back to Alpena, but there's something about the lakes and the sky there that I miss, and something about the UP that I find myself wanting to revisit, almost as if I'd find Dad there.

Why am I reading Skinny Bitch? I know this book is bad for me.

Also, my officemate today asked me if I knew where there were good places around here to go hunting. Um, that would be a no. As anyone who has commented on my food as often as he has would have to know.

Also, my officemate today asked me if I knew where there were good places around here to go hunting.

I am honestly starting to suspect brain damage.

I told him I knew a good place to watch turtles playing, but he didn't seem interested.

I know this book is bad for me.

Then walk away. It's the healthy thing to do. (eta: I don't always follow my own advice, but I think it's still good advice. Much like flossing.)

OK, a bit of googling tells me that I was only remembering it half right. The ruling is that, if a pregnant woman smells a food and gets a craving from that, then "you" must get the food for her, even if it's not kosher. It doesn't specify the husband in particular for that "you." (They believed that a pregnancy craving was a vital need, and that not eating a food you were craving could cause a miscarriage.)

When I was hanging out with some Orthodox gals I told them to avoide bacon because if they had it they could never go back.

I ate bacon as a kid, sometimes. Never really liked it that much.

you never really liked any meat though, did you?