In my face hates carrots news. I slept pretty well but woke up with it in spasm again. Good fucking morning to you too. I have applied Lorazapram, a heating pad, and Mulan. So far so good.

Of all the places on my body for something like this to happen why did it have to be my mouth? I have had dental phobia for years and now with each pulse of pain it sparks that fear. I know I'm up to date on current dental stuff but it still makes me think all my teeth are staging a revolution against me.

Oh Suzi, how awful.

I'm so sorry, Suzi.

Timelies all!

I'm sorry, Suzi.

Ugh Suzi, I'm sorry your mouth has become such a bear!

Burrell, I had that problem a couple days ago, but a new fix of Social Fixer made it go away.

Thanks Theo. I don't have Social Fixer installed but I guess maybe I need to fix that. I wonder why they'd want FB to do that. Because if FB doesn't show me posts, it doesn't function as a good way to keep up with people and I stop going there.

AND... Happy Father's Day to all the buffista fathers and father figures!

I know many here are a bit conflicted about these types of holidays, and with good reason. For me Father's Day, Mother's Day, Thankgiving are all days to offer up a bit of gratitude to the universe. I'm so grateful that DH is such a good dad, and that I see so many loving, devoted dads these days. My own dad was more the old skool model, a bit more distant, but warm and loving in his own kooky way.

Happy Father's Day to all the buffista fathers and father figures!

Indeed!

I do see a lot more involved dads now than when I was a child. My mom was a stay at home mom and dad worked. He was remote and eccentric. He didn't get how to interact with children and no one questioned or considered changing that. We communicated when I was an adult and had many good conversations, but as a child he was not really involved. He was a good man, but his definition of being a father is worlds away from my husband's. We were Mary's children. I don't have any problem with it, but I am convinced he had children for my mom because he clearly adored her. And it was what was done.

So hooray for the super dads! It is an incredibly difficult job. I see so many moms doing it by themselves or with rotten dads and I don't know how I could ever manage without the help and support that DH has provided.

RIP Casey Kasem. I hope he was completely oblivious to the family battles surrounding him.

That would be a mercy, Laura.

Try number 3 at Day 1 of my triathlon training (I've actually done okay the other two times with Day 1, just never yet managed to get through Day 2 for various reasons...), which is to say swimming. 81-year-old father told me I had a pretty good stroke since it took me 23 strokes/length. I am not too sure how much credence to put into that, but it's nice to hear.

Put new batteries in one of my old heart rate monitors beforehand in the hopes that it would work as a stopwatch if nothing else (I'm allowed to rest for 30 seconds at the end of each length right now, but there's only a clock at one end of the pool) but my taking off and putting back on the back seems not to have preserved its water-resistance. Rats.