Yeah, I'm pretty sure that "transgender girl" would be correct.

I was just watching an Idina Menzel concert of PBS. How did I not know that she is married to Taye Diggs?

Hot damn. You go, Idina.

I am home and about to go to bed. Thank god call time isn't until 1:30 pm tomorrow, but I shudder to think what that might mean for when I'll get home. I'll have to leave extra food out for the animals.

Frankie was such a trooper today, and made friends with all the other "background artists" and the crew. Everyone was very concerned that he get enough water - I don't think he's ever been quite so hydrated! I think he's going to sleep for the next 24 hours, poor boo. When I opened the door to let him in from the yard, he sat down and looked at me like, "bitch, I ain't climbing those stairs unless I get a treat."

As I said on fb, the iPhone Kindle app is perfect for this shit. I read 70% of Princess of Mars today in between takes.

I was just watching an Idina Menzel concert of PBS. How did I not know that she is married to Taye Diggs?

Yeah. They met when they were both in Rent.

Joe loves Idina and it's cute how he thinks he can beat up Taye Diggs and take her. Dude. Taye Diggs would kick your ass from here to Broadway. Yain't gettin' 'er.

I think Idina would then kick Joe's ass all the way back just for trying something. But Joe might like that part.

He'd totally like that part. He'd get a t-shirt. I would laugh and ask for an autograph and if she'd sing "For Good" with me.

Why would the bank NOT allow you to make payments? That is so confusing. Was it a partial payment thing, and they wanted all or nothing?

O_A, for our part, the house was a mess because of D's ex wife up and leaving it to move and D having to break a lease and move into the house because she was basically abandoning it, after having booted D to live here with her unemployed lover while D paid for the mortage and the rent on his apt. for a year so that his son wouldn't be affected, to find out that all the bills she said she was current on? Weren't. And then falling more and more bbehind while trying to catch up during the divorce.

Then, while we were desperately trying to stave off foreclosure and eviction, not being allowed to make payment during a review period because....I don't know. My name isn't on the house, and we are still trying to get her name off it, so I have no power right now to talk to mortage people.

It's a mess. But it's getting better, and is nothing like Laura's sitch, because we legitimately, if for very understandable reasons, DID fall very behind, and Laura's bank are just giant pricks.

IOwow, people are just SO CRAZY news, D's ex is STILL mad about that stupid article I wrote, and when told that it's NOT about her, and if she has this big an issue with it, she needs to talk to me instead of calling D up and freaking about it (and not setting up phone calls with M and threatening not to let M come out for summer unless she she's a copy of receipts for a return ticket and summer camps (um, hi, CRAXY! It's called JOINT CUSTODY and A LEGAL PARENTING AGREEMENT and this ain't in it. For someone whose mother is a lawyer, you're sure stupid about law)) -- well, basically, she said she won't talk to me unless there's a third party involved to mediate.

Um. Ok? I called her the afternoon I heard she was upset and left a NICE VM (do you know how hard that was?) about I was sorry if her feelings were hurt, that wasn't my intention or, like, the MEANING OF THE ARTICLE AT ALL JESUS WOMAN YOU'RE AN EDITOR CAN YOU NOT READ?

Um. But seriously. I was nice. And I haven't heard a single fucking thing from here.

A third party? WHO? A COURT MEDIATOR? Nelson Mandela? Buddha? her husband? MY husband? M? WTFF?

But she made a tactical error, because now I KNOW she is scared stiff of me. And the petty side of me, which I am trying to supress, is very, very pleased by that.

But really. All I want is for you to be content, woman. Get some therapy. Eat a brownie. Take up TM. WHATEVER. Just be HAPPY so D and I can be, too. Please. Be happy. Have a good life.

Er, guess I was too busy last night and today to get that off my chest. Happened last night. UGH. BUT. D YELLED at her for the first time ever and also told her for the first time that the problems inherent in this parenting relationship stem almost 100% from her actions and overreactions, which is true. I was so proud of him.

(Yeah, I eavesdropped, and I'd do it again. Totally told D. D is a TERRIBLE converstation recapper. Told him that too.)

BUT. D YELLED at her for the first time ever and also told her for the first time that the problems inherent in this parenting relationship stem almost 100% from her actions and overreactions, which is true. I was so proud of him.

YAY FOR HIM! Ugh, what makes some people so craxxy?

Plei, my co-worker just asked me a gardening type question (no idea what she was thinking there), which I could research, or she could, but... well, you know. And you probably know.

She wants to know if jasmine will do well here during the summer -- we're in Philadelphia which, apparently "falls in the northern periphery of the humid subtropical climate zone."

Oh, hell. I probably could've googled the answer by now. Let me see..

Jen - I haven't seen much jasmine growing around here, fwiw.