Magically makes me feel that my whole family isn't going to be saying "Wow, she sure gained a lot of weight" behind my back.

I knew I left something off my Thanksgiving to do list.

I made a yummy sweet potato curry for dinner.

The most embarrassing is Beastie Boys "Fight for Your Right", for the longest time I thought it was "fight for aaaaa AAAAA" clearly now I can hear the party but I could only figure it out it was talking about trying to get good grades.

Which didn't make sense with the rest of lyrics but it was the best my brain could come up with.

I totally feel you, Scrappy. This year I get a bonus of the SO, who has lost a ton of weight and picked up muscle and is nearly to his goal college weight. So every single person we see the entire holiday trip will tell him how much weight he's lost and how great he looks. I've actually lost weight too, but it is miniscule comparatively, and my haircut is awful and also I'm much greyer. He's greyer too, but it's in his temples and beard, both of which he shaves off for his mohawk.

Don't get me wrong. He's totally hot, and I'm glad he's healthier and also sexy. But women were asking him out before! I am not looking forward to the trip of negative (imaginary) comparisons.

Actually I should probably fess up that I'm not looking forward to the trip at all. I want to see family, but while the SO is anxious to check on our sick relatives, I am fearful. While he needs the social stimulation, I will miss the solitude, and I will miss my local friends, which is weird for me. This is supposed to be a furlough for us, but we're spending the entire time on the road. I know I need the break, but I kinda want to do it lying on my bed. I feel like I can't break down or recuperate or even just zonk out in our parents' houses. Especially with them sick. Like I need to spend every moment in their presences. And I love my sister but her husband's politics and racism (odd, since they worked in Africa) tire me out. And I am unused to kids around all the time, and also feel like we missed out on our nieces' and nephews' lives.

Huh. I sure am menstrually emoting, aren't I?

{{{Liese}}}

I'm looking forward to the food at Thanksgiving, but mostly I'm looking forward to the rest of the weekend at the beach.

DCJ, that is wonderful. Credit unions do, in fact, rock.

Scrappy, shush you. They can only dare to hope to dream to be as fantabulous as you.

Liese, pretty much the same thing!! With a side of sympathy for holiday stress. I hope you can carve out some time for yourself.

Dad is home from the hospital. They did some scan of the back of the heart for the cause of the stroke. Apparently there are 2 types of strokes, one from blood clot, one from (dad couldn't remember what it's called), and of course, he has the one he can't remember what it's called. Dunno when the results of today's test will be in, but he is apparently well enough to send home.

All in all, a crazy week for him. Apparently he was going to visit the audiologist to finally get some hearing aides, and then today was the day to get his prostrate probing exam, and instead he had everything but those two things done. Stroke. Stents. And tests galore! Fun times!

Thanks for all the ~ma and support!

(x-posting with Beep Me, for the folks who don't read in here)

And now that I've eaten, a bit of mememe.

Frankie went to the vet yesterday for a follow-up on his UTI. This morning he had had accidents on the floor (both kinds), and when I came home tonight he'd had more accidents. That is very, very not like him. The vet called me to say that the PH of his urine is still very high, and he has struvite crystals. I have to call the vet tomorrow.

It's kind of the last straw in a tough week. StW and I broke up, work has been emotionally and mentally exhausting and I'm way behind, and I can't even think about moving though I need to start tomorrow.

I am going to bed in about fifteen minutes and I hope to sleep for a long, long time.

We are mighty-mighty, yo.

And sometimes we let it all hang out

I'm sorry Frankie is having urinary track problems, smonster. And about the rest of the week.

Oh, smonster, I'm so sorry to hear about Frankie's struggle...poor both of you.