All my tater knowledge is yours.

Awwwwww... I'm reflecting on when you came to NYC. And we introduced you to the knish.

IT'S THE CIIIIIRRRRRCLE OF TATER KNOWLEDGGGGGGEEE

Siyo nqoba Ingonyamater/ nengw' enamabaaltater

Trufax - son's gf's name is Tate and her FB name is Tater, which only endears her to me that much more.

That girl is a keeper.

I'm really grateful that I have liked all the friends and romantic interests that the boys have brought home. I can't really imagine them hanging with people I wouldn't like because I think they have good judgement that way, but still really grateful. Not sure how I would deal if I really disliked someone they cared about.

Went out to dinner with the boys and Bobby's gf for his birthday last night. It is nice that they enjoy doing things with us, and with her parents too. Her parents went to the surprise party on Sunday.

Your doctors suck, Hil.

I'm really grateful that I have liked all the friends and romantic interests that the boys have brought home.

It is SO nice when that happens. I have had a mix with my kids, though at the moment, I like both of my kid's romantic interests.

In the name department though, Kelly is with a guy who has the same name as her brother. To add to that madness, bf has a sister with the same name as my daughter. I can't even wrap my brain around that one.

Ha! That's great Suzi. Fun family gatherings.

Hil's doctors do indeed suck, as does the whole medical system. The frustrations with insurance companies and their endless methods of denying treatment or payments. So depressing.

It's also frustrating when doctors push their priorities.

I recently saw a doctor - a young resident. He was really pushing me to walk to get some exercise. Had some blood work done and - since I'd gone completely off the rails with my diet - the blood sugar was super high. I knew this and had already made changes to get me back on the straight and narrow. He called a couple of times, but I missed the calls and, of course, he didn't leave a number at which I could reach him. He finally connected ... getting on for 8:00 in the evening. He gave me the results, I wasn't surprised, then repeated - several times - that this was serious, that I needed to do something, that I needed to WALK. I told him, over and over, that I understood, that he wasn't telliing me anything I didn't already know. And he pushed me to walk.

I'd worked a 10-hour day and was exhausted. My back hurt so badly I couldn't stand up straight. One knee hurt so badly I could barely walk. The heat index earlier in the day had been 105 and I was - literally - dripping sweat. In addition, I'd had a badly upset stomach and hadn't had anything solid to eat for three days. And he kept pushing me to walk.

I eventually got rude and kind of nasty with him. sigh ....

I told him, over and over, that I understood, that he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know

Well, if you knew it, you'd obviously be doing it, because you have nothing else to do in your life than to follow his wonderful new insights!

I remember the bored/slightly contemptuous recent/almost-graduated diabetes tech who gave me the "So now you're diabetic, this is how it's going to rule your life now" lecture. Essentially: "Of course, even if you follow all these rules, you'll probably still go blind and lose your feet, but you should still do all this anyway." (badly concealed sigh of 'Thank god the day's almost done and I can get away from these old fat people and revel in my youth and health)

No, I'm not bitter. Yes, I did report her little candy ass.

I did that once ... hotshot young doctor who seemed to think he was being oh so nice to me by actually giving me the once-over. Gave me a stern talk about needing to get sodium, fat, etc., out of my diet ... when I told him I had a fragile temporary crown on one tooth and could only have soft foods for the time being, his suggestion was, "potatoes?".