Edit: "Heh" at STEPH. Juliebird, that sounds like a lot of suck.

Also, it proves that Phelps et al. can't spell -- God hates FIGS.

Heh.

I don't wanna Monday morning. Too soon

Word, Lee. Word.

ION, I just saw the ad for Jack Reacher for the first time, and I cannot express how upsetting it is. TOM FUCKING CRUISE???????

I need to remove it from my mind.

I need to remove it from my mind.

Think about Angry Jesus and the fig tree. It's very soothing.

Jesus, Juliebird, that sounds awful. Simultaneously it makes me grateful for my siblings being generally sane and supportive.

I'm doing rather better today. Went for a ten-mile hilly bike ride with two brothers, then had lunch with the whole family at the dining room in the new place (where the food is okay and the service is friendly but scatterbrained). Watched Bobby Sharp play the piano--he's considering moving into the same place. Still plays piano very well for someone in his late 80s.

Then of course we had two hours of Mom melting down about being forced into "this nursing home". She even got my brother the doctor angry (he's been endlessly patient with her), because she started swearing. He did finally begin to understand that it's pointless to actually argue with her, since Captain Logic left the building a long time ago.

Finally her afternoon meds arrived, we redirected her to the new television, and escaped for beers and a round of sibling appreciation.

It's going to be awful for my Dad for a while, that's clear. And we have a hell of a lot to do w/rt medical issues: the meds are a mess and we need much better coordination between the various doctors.

Still, at least the sibs now understand how incredibly difficult she has been, and she's in a much safer place. And my dad can get a break--he can leave the apartment and take the dog for a walk without feeling like he's putting her at risk.

The only way out is through.

!!! ita !, have you been reading my mind? That's been my mantra for the last four days.

I am blowing off a second visit with the folks today, instead I am communing with my futon and my dog, and later I will meet my sister & oldest brother for pizza and more beer before crashing hard. I can't believe tomorrow is Monday and I have to be back at work...

I was always very peeved with Jesus about the fig tree. That tree wasn't doing anything wrong, if I remember right it wasn't even the season for figs to be producing yet.

canon jesus was a sassy middle eastern guy who literally said “did i fucking stutter” and hung out with prostitutes

DUDE! Where is the stutter comment?

That's been my mantra for the last four days.

Well, you probably don't have my visual, which is raising your guaard high enough that your cheekbones are covered, but with your body tucked enough that your ribs are safe--you're not trying for knockout--you just have to make it to the bell without getting knocked out yourself.

That's me till Christmas.

ChristianMingles.com is...not it's not them, it's their customer base. God could totally have hooked you up without a website. He helps those who help themselves, sure, but this is no divine tool, and he can use the supermarket checkout line if he so pleases.

Then again, Lifetime-class movies on a second tier rerun station, about Christmas and matchmaker dogs...I am getting what I deserve.

Think about Angry Jesus and the fig tree. It's very soothing.

I will. Also "did I fucking stutter?" (I don't know what the actual quote is they are referring to.)

she's in a much safer place. And my dad can get a break--he can leave the apartment and take the dog for a walk without feeling like he's putting her at risk.

Focus on that part, while getting through.

My life is such that ChristianMingle.com is the big joke between me and my mother.