I went digging through my oldest sister's cancer blog because I keep forgetting which cancers (plural, goddess) she has. She has/had uterine cancer, which resulted in a hysterectomy, and neuroendocrine tumors. The neuroendocrine ones are being stubborn. Does anyone know much about those? The articles I've found are too technical for me.

I did find out from my sister that she has (finally) gotten to the point of not just accepting teh sex in my life, but hoping for more of it.

In my long stretch of single celibacy, my mom was actively trying to hook me up with guys and suggesting that casual sex wasn't such a bad thing.

Hand to god.

Of course, this is the woman who referred to The Boy, in the *very* early stages of our relationship, as a fuckbuddy. Not to his face -- it was in conversation with me and a cousin, about how I actually Had A Man In My Life. But still.

(And yes, at that time he was a fuckbuddy. But *I* didn't say that! And one's MOM isn't supposed to know such terms! ::clutches pearls::)

ok, so you know what the question really is - so the answer is 'nothing you'd really be interested in , but did I tell you about the cute thing pet A did?

Seriously that's what pets are for.

other than torture. which is what I am doing to my cat. he is sleeping and i keep touching him -- which wakes him up just enough to give me the hairy eyeball

Of course, this is the woman who referred to The Boy, in the *very* early stages of our relationship, as a fuckbuddy.

Oh, your mom and the concept of boundaries. It is to laugh!

The neuroendocrine ones are being stubborn. Does anyone know much about those? The articles I've found are too technical for me.

Did you try wikipedia? I'm not saying its authoritative, but it can be a good jumping-off place.

I told my mom what a spank bank is. (talk about "Scoring at home, even if you're alone.") We watched "Rescue Me" together one night...luckily not one of the ones with the acrobatic sexing.

The Wikipedia article is the one that flummoxed me.

I'll explore the links there.

Even ita's mother knows not to click on her links (metaphorically).

Are you hinting at some sort of consistency in my personality? Nevah!

In my long stretch of single celibacy, my mom was actively trying to hook me up with guys

My mother is trying to hook me up with husbands. She's very clear that her ultimate goal is someone paying my way and watching my back and letting her off the worrying hook.

I'm just glad she'll let me shag him.

Then again, given how much of my life she's been all "He's cute. He's cuter. Oooh! Him!" to us (while we're yelling "Stop! He's our age! Don't call him cute!") I should probably give her a little more credit.

Still, she's the second prudiest member of her family. We have to protect her from reality.

Oh, your mom and the concept of boundaries. It is to laugh!

I think her idea of "boundaries" is INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.

WHAT WE SHARED A BLOODSTEAM ONCE!!