Shenanigans like this always makes me think of the Shel Silverstein poem that ends "Some kind of help is the kind of help that helping's all about/And some kind of help is the kind of help we can all do without."

Yes. I'm currently baking a chicken pot pie that vw made and brought up frozen for us. That's the kind of help I can get behind and that is actually helpful after having a baby.

I just realized that my flight to NJ is tomorrow, not Wednesday like I'd thought. Eek. Trying not to panic now. I have a list! Lists are good!

My mom's friend used to hang out with him...she said he was an asshole, but his poems are sweet. Worst segue ever: Promo for feel-good Down Syndrome reality show "Born This Way" attached to some Daesh atrocity involving crippled folks. Really?This is why Lou Grant drank. (And no, I probably wouldn't watch "Born This Way" anyway, at least not for review or anything because a couple of years ago, I decided that "Here's Your News" veered too close to laughing at not with, and I gave it kind of a bad review and killed Peter Pan by not believing in developmentally disabled fairies or some shit.(Plus added bonus headshrinking by strangers...non-self hating cripples apparently love every time "we're" on screen and apparently I should give up writing essays for big smiling emojis.)

I don't know whether to mock or pity the aggressive climate denier who found his way on Grenier's Facebook page...probably both, like the one right-wing "Wire" fan I ever met. "You know you're lost, right?" I don't even know how he got there, except Entourage is of course also beloved by dudebros with shitty politics who otherwise wouldn't know what free-range tits look like

Yikes, Hil. I hope you got everything done.

I'm so glad we inherited a baby swing from a friend because we probably would have never spent the money on one, and ltc loves it! She has so much energy and the swing allows her to flail her arms and legs around all she wants and is high enough up that she can see what we're doing.

Oh, those things are the best. We had one growing up that was passed around several families over the years and had all the kids names listed on the frame.

Glad ltc has that. I can just picture how joyous she looks with her little arms and legs flailing and grinning.

I am going to a walk in clinic today. Mom's taking me because my cough has turned into intermittent coughing fits and I'm anxious enough without driving down the mountain.

Tried to talk through the anxiety with Mom...but she doesn't seem to get it. My anxiety brain is saying the doctor will ask about medical history and I'll tell them about last winterm and how bad it was and being on all kinds if string cough medicine and it will look like drug seeking. Or I'll downplay everything and get caught "lying " and be seen as ..seeking drugs or unnecessary treatment.

I'm going to try and lead with. I have PTSD and being sick and/or going to the doctor us a trigger for me so I'm very anxious right now.

I really need to find a therapist. But that's anxiety fir another day.

Glad ltc has that. I can just picture how joyous she looks with her little arms and legs flailing and grinning.

It is quite adorable. This kid never stops moving.

{{{askye}}} I totally get that type of anxiety. I'm sorry your mother doesn't understand, and I hope things go easily at the clinic.

ltc has learned to flip over but not consistently. She just flipped from her back to her stomach and now she is mad that she's on her stomach.

Too bad you can't use logic on her: "Hey, you're the one who decided to flip onto your stomach, so you can only be mad at yourself!"