~ma to your mother, Callaluna, and to you in the waiting.
I bow to the judgment of the newspaper-experienced about which portraits will reproduce best (and a krav headshot is perfect), and yet once again I want ita to weigh in; surely she'd have complaints about how her hair is many millimeters too long and then she would pull out nine infinitely better pictures from nowhere at all and say, "See, people? Do I have to do
everything
myself?"
I also had the brief thought that if we used this picture, maybe she would be forced to come back from wherever she is just to kill us all with her pinky. But we wouldn't care, because then she'd be back.
Mom has been transferred to a bigger hospital. They are still letting the pump do its thing, but wanted her to be there is they need to operate.
JZ, that's so crazy it's genius.
Callaluna, let's hope the pump keeps up the good work and surgery won't be necessary. Poor you and her.
Headed to the pool. Yay?
Headed to the pool. Yay?
I'm having much the same reaction to going to the gym.
(((Callaluna )))
There's a muscle in my shoulder that is knotting up painfully. It's oddly satisfying.
Ma ~ma to Callaluna. I do not want to go to work and I am, in fact, about 2 hours late because I fell asleep again just as I should have been waking up. I am really sick of being up at 3 or 4 am, and not being able to get to sleep again until 6. Which is when I need to wake up. It's mostly because of this weird hip and thigh pain I have and have had for going on 20 years now. At least I am pretty sure it isn't cancer because I think it would have worsened.
Ma ~ma
...aaaaannnnd now I want to watch "Dredd".
For the fifteenth time.
~ma to your mom, Callaluna.
Why didn't any one tell me how much I would love basil in stir fry?
I should have, basil dishes are my favorites at Thai restaurants. Though really, if it's good Thai almost everything will be tasty. The only caveat is to work your way up the hotness scale, because Thai cooks do not play around with the spices when someone orders "hot."
