I'll trade you for a three-year old...

Tempting, but I've done that one; they turn into teens.

We were all perfect in every way to our mother, dad not so much. We were ok because we were my mom's and he adored her. I think I am somewhat objective about the boys. I see their awesome qualities as clearly as their deep flaws. Love them even when they disappoint or anger me.

I've done that one; they turn into teens.

Aw man! I knew I should have read the EULA...

I was generally wonderful in my dad's eyes. He would occasionally phone me, out of the blue, just to say he'd been thinking of me and wanted to let me know how proud he was of me.

Mom, nsm.

Eh, one's more than a lot of people get, so I still count myself pretty lucky.

Anyone wanna teenager?

send him to Sears?

Aims, that's wonderful news. not the 18 months, but the positive boss comments.

I was generally wonderful in my dad's eyes. He would occasionally phone me, out of the blue, just to say he'd been thinking of me and wanted to let me know how proud he was of me.

I didn't realize how differently my parents regarded me until one birthday in college, when I got a birthday card from my mother, signed for her and Daddy, then one from Daddy himself sent from in town, apparently when he was at work. I never told either of them about the two cards but have been delighted by it ever since.

Trudy, those awesome curtains include the gothy motif which Jilli doesn't like...

Em is indeed a most wonderful child.

Laura, I got nothing for you, except the wrinkled nose of sympathy.

smonster, that sucks about your health plan. Will you still get everything covered? I hope it doesn't affect you too badly.

It's just more hoops. I go through my yearly allotment of outpatient visits every 3.5 months, and i'm shit at keeping track and getting providers to apply for more, so I end up paying for out out of pocket because they also don't approve retroactively. IOW, let's make it as hard as possible for sick people to get the care supposedly offered. Nonprofit my ass.

Jilli has been warned!

I did not see the smider upon first view. T'is a tiny smider.

My parents are proud of me now, but they weren't proud of us as kids. Which is weird, because I considered myself a much higher achiever up to age 18 than anything I've done since then. I think I get points in their eyes these days for surviving. But before I would actually do stuff.

But I didn't have to achieve stuff for them to love me, which was much more important. I did, in fact, have to ask my mother to make the love conditional, because unconditional creeps me out.

Timelies, all!

I've been buried under work for the last...oh...month or so. I hoenslty can't remember the last time I looked at the board from my desk. Anyway, work is fine, we moved to a new house about a month ago, and tomorrow, Joe and i head to Hawaii! With five other adults and none of our children! I am mostly looking forward to a) drinking what I want b) going to bed when I want and c) getting up when I want.

In theory, I will be scuba diving, seeing lava flows, and seeing the USS Arizona, but I might just read books and listen to the waves for a week.

That was interesting. I'd submitted my information for price estimates from a few moving companies. The first one to call me back told me that they're expensive and I can probably get a better price elsewhere, and they told me to look at movingscam.com to find someone reliable.