WIne made by ents, not of ents, surely.

Made by entwives, more likely.

Overheard recently at my work here in the heart of Mormon Utah: "(longsuffering sigh) No, dude, a menorah is not just a fancy holiday candleholder."

There was an email that came over the campus parenting list-serv in North Carolina asking for mohel recommendations. A couple of hours later there was a very funny followup thanking everyone for the motel recommendations, but explaining what a mohel was.

Mornings BAD. Who the hell starts a conference at 8AM on a Sunday morning? Coffee is my my bestest friend right now.

I found the Mad Tea Party slot machines last night, but no sign of any of the "spooky" slots.

I know someone who recently had a knee transplant. I had no idea they did those.

She was in a horrific car accident - she hit black ice and her car slid into the foundation of a house. The EMTs couldn't get her breathing when a doctor of some kind saw the ambulance and stopped and did something (can't remember now). If he hadn't been driving by she could have died. She had to have a bunch of surgeries and needed a knee replacement but she's too young for insurance to cover knee replacement so they did a transplant that cost more.

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This might only be of interest to Chicagoistas and/or fans of bank architecture, but there's an old bank building in Wicker Park (on the corner of Damen and Milwaukee) that closed down, and now it's the site of an upscale Walgreens. I think they did a good job of preserving the character of the building.

The bank vault was retained and now is a "Vitamin Vault": [link]

More interior shots: [link] [link]

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The Noel State Bank building, constructed in 1919, was designed by Gardner C. Coughlen in a neo-classical style. The original bank fell victim to a bank run during the Great Depression and has housed several different banks over the decades, the last being Midwest Bank, which closed several years ago.

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Husband left for Houston this morning. Naturally, we were up until after midnight last night. I slept until 11, ate, and now I have 45 minutes until I need to get on a bus to make an hour-long trip to sing Messiah.

I want my weekend back.

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people who are having a worse day than you.

the toilet paper gun GOT me.

Consuela, I am so glad you got to have a lazy morning in, and that you had a good kvetching session with a friend who can empathize.

The nurse is totally bossing the doctors around to get the pain management tasks she thinks are best ordered from now, so they don't have to hunt down a doctor when her current painkillers wear off

I like her.

Thankfully, she's my nurse too, and she bossed around my (relatively new--I don't remember his face) my doctor too. It was pretty amazing. She's one of the cool nurses, clearly, and as soon as she saw me when she came on shift she asked which of the three doses was I on?

Scratch that. I love this nurse madly. Go on with your bad self, nurse. Note to almost everyone else - it can be that bloody simple, you idiots. Patient has plan; follow plan. Boom.

That femur injury sounds completely hellish. As those in Bitches know, my bf dislocated and broke his ankle about a month playing rugby (can't remember if I mentioned here or not); I went to the ER with him, but they have a "one visitor at a time" policy so thankfully it was his brother with him when they popped it back in. D is one stoic and jokey mofo, but I'm pretty sure sounds were made we'd both rather I didn't hear at this juncture in our relationship.

people who are having a worse day than you.

I so can't bear watching people get hurt. Eesh.

I've seen her work at New Morning Gallery in Asheville and shops in Blowing Rock. They're not at all conventional, but I think figural menorahs are charming.

Several more art menorahs here. I love the Gary Rosenthal and Tamara Baskin ones.