. It's mostly a duty thing currently. But the conversations aren't probably giving either of us a lot. We'll evolve that, I hope.

I hope it does--the past six months got me much closer to my mother, and changed my life in a number of positive ways, even though I'd give it all back for her never to have been sick. The "face" I put on to cheer her up is really me, and it's one of the best sides of me, and this whole deal made me pull *that* ita ! out of my back pocket more, and for other people too. I'm still sick and whiny and in pain, but I know I can kick it up to eleven and exceed people's expectations in ways I honestly had no idea about before.

As I said, I'd rather it not have happened at all, but I'm looking to pull out as many things from the experience as possible that count in the positive column.

Isn't that basically Kegels?

I'd have thought that, but she says men can do it too--so that's something I never even asked myself.

Of course, she also says that increasing your sexual energy will enhance your environmental awareness, so I'm not exactly buying stock here.

I'd have thought that, but she says men can do it too

Well... men have those pelvic floor muscles too. Right?

men have those pelvic floor muscles too. Right?

I dunno? I know I'm using my cootchie when I do them. I don't know how integral a cervix is to the experience.

Men must have muscles there. They gotta have something holding their balls on.

They gotta have something holding their balls on.

I dunno. It never feels muscly when I kick it.

I must remember that when I go to the barber's early, the fruit stand man will be there. I have a lovely big bag of pieces of mango and pineapple, and for seven million dollars less than the supermarket charges for their sliced fruit. I really want to snarf the whole thing down, but I have to pace my fruit acid consumption, especially with how my stomach is reacting to my last prescriptions.

Oh, god, so nummy, though. If only the mangoes were...totally orange and just before they go too squishy. Still, way better than an apple. Mucho mucho.

Oh man, I'd forgotten about the fruit stand guys...they used to be in front of my old place in DC, before it got all gentrified. Nom. Miss that.

Happy birthday, Steph!

There use to be a truck that sold fruit next to the first place I lived in Greensboro, NC. I had what might have been the platonic ideal of a peach from there once.

I can only imagine this whole article is a prank, but it is one of the all-too-rare ones where the comments are the best part: [link]

Happy Birthday, Tep!

In your honor, I took the family out to Rockaway Beach today.

Ok, it was mostly a coincidence, but still, we had so much fun and ate flautas and coconut ice and holy god I'm exhausted. Fortunately Aeryn is now napping and Dylan is more than happy to spend the rest of the afternoon playing Lego Star Wars so I can veg on the couch.

Why do only 12 episodes of a 13-episode season fit on a DVD when you burn it? It's so unfair. It's like hot dogs coming in packs of 8 and buns coming in packs of 6.