Do you ever wander around the house repeating "Bob Loblaw's law blog" to yourself?

I do.

Does he ever?

This was supposed to be a sensitive and deep movie where you don't just watch, you feel...and I felt like I wanted him to shut up and stop whining. Despite his losses.

This looks like a medium, right? Not a small? And it looks like I need it?

Yes, to Bob Loblaw's law blog, and you need that dress.

Ebay is killing me, man! I found a store that's higher end than I'm willing to pay for, but I love some of the stuff:

• too white fora wedding, but cute: >[link]
• doesn't go with a portacath: >[link]
• this I just have random need for: >[link]
• I think I can wear black to my family's weddings: >[link]
• too white again: >[link]
• Luckily too small: >[link]
• totally too small, but I like the black on black: >[link]

One store! The vintage section is killing me...

Purty.

Timelies all!

Posting from one of the filk rooms at Chicon. Having a good time here.

Is it a step forward to have homosexuality be an identity rather than a facet of an individual? Or is that a necessary step towards it being truly an accepted facet of an individual? When I was diagnosed with diabetes, I resented the hell out of being identified as "diabetic" instead of "someone with diabethes".

I think it's a facet of the individual but an important one in this world. I don't give much of a damn if people care if I am left-handed. I care a lot when they vote to take away my legal rights. It's a sexuality, not an identity but when a huge story coming out of the RNC is Ann Romney, well, that is a sexuality too. People have spouses and families. When my dad has been in the hospital, no one questions my stepmom there and being involved. My uncle was legally married to his husband in California and I don't think they'll necessarily get the same treatment. I mean, they'll fight for it and get it. But it shouldn't be a fight.

In short: I should get over myself because my life and family are good.

I should do this more too. I get cranky about stupid things. I am damn lucky with my family. And yet… Sometimes I need to get over myself.

Unfortunately, I have the same fear as Burrell and Cass. I fear it'll get much worse before it starts to get significantly better. I hope I am wrong and we can have a peaceful revolution.

My creepiest fear when Obama was nominated was that there would be assassination attempts. Or it would happen. I think there are some really backward and scary people in this country. I want to be wrong, I really do.

He can't

Bubba can be anything he wants! Including a Triscuit-box-hat-wearing cat. If he tries. Enough. Or not. But it'll be funny.

That dotted dress is adorable. And another made me wish I were shaped very differently.

Suela, is your mother on any anti-anxiety type of medication?

HAH. Welbutrin, Seroquel, and Xanax. When she remembers to take her meds: when I got there this afternoon, she had taken only some of her morning meds, and none of her afternoon meds. ::facepalm::

As for the tours, that will be just my sister & me, and then later my dad, once we've identified the place. Except right now my sister is pushing back, she's afraid we'll go through all this and the facility will kick them out for Mom's non-compliance.

I had drinks & dinner with Javachik, and it was very nice. And I have newly-polished toenails. And now I have to crash.

Except right now my sister is pushing back, she's afraid we'll go through all this and the facility will kick them out for Mom's non-compliance.

I think any facility you are looking at will be prepared to deal with her dementia, no? Because she's not trying to be hard to deal with, she's ill. It's got to be a terribly hard position to be in for you and your sister and your dad. But hiring professionals who know what they are dealing with (which is how I see assisted-living) is smart when you can make that choice.

My heart just hurts for you. It's so hard.

I had drinks & dinner with Javachik, and it was very nice. And I have newly-polished toenails. And now I have to crash.

These are all excellent things. Good food, good company, good toenails and good sleep.

And I forgot about the dog, my mother's horrible little dog that she loves and nobody else even likes. Don't know what we'll be able to do about him...