edit: Heck, I don't even know when the Super Bowl is.
Sometime before the Daytona 500, I think?
~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.
Heat, stretching and I swear by Epsom salt baths when I can. Because, yeah, it's probably not cancer but it fucking hurts. And nothing should go untreated that long, I know.
I'm going to watch Doctor Who, the personally curated edition, since I know it's going away from Netflix soon. And nap.
And poor doggie. There are, at least, good pain management things for dogs but it sucks that they have to hurt at all.
Yay! I'm still doing a curated watch because I want to nap but yay!
Much ~ma to your mom, Callaluna.
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Such a perfect song for ita. I also love Do You Realize. We played that at DW's dad's memorial service.
Today is supposed to be my day off, but I am at work because I may or may not have a presentation to the big, big boss tomorrow. My boss is MIA, or at least is not returning my calls or emails. I'm not even sure she knows we're scheduled for this presentation. It's a case of too many people planning and me being left off some CCs, so I don't know what is what.
As adults, they're both the sort of person who will order chicken gizzards once because, what the hell, they might be delicious.
If they find someone who manages to make chicken gizzards delicious, please share the wizard'schef's name with us!
On the picky kids and food issue, I like the philosophy that one of my friends (whose daughter just turned 3) uses (and which I think she got from some book, but I don't remember which one.) As far as food goes, the parent decides what and when, and the kid decides whether and how much. So, basically, at meal time, food is put on the table, the kid is brought to the table, and it's entirely up to the kid which of the food to eat, and how much of it to eat. No pressure from the parent about eating. But, if the kid doesn't eat what's on the table then, than that's it -- the parent isn't going to make a peanut butter sandwich or whatever. Her daughter does seem to eat pretty much anything, from what I've seen -- I mean, her preference is ice cream and cookies, because she's three, but I've been out to restaurants with them a bunch of times, and I've never seen her refuse to eat something.
My boss is MIA, or at least is not returning my calls or emails. I'm not even sure she knows we're scheduled for this presentation. It's a case of too many people planning and me being left off some CCs, so I don't know what is what.
That sounds like a cluster and a half, geez!
I am supposed to be working right now. I've answered a few emails from my phone. But I've once again got a bad case of the "don't wanna"s and am telling myself I'll go upstairs and start real work in just a few minutes. A few more.
I think she got from some book, but I don't remember which one.
I think that's Ellen Satter's model of eating competence.
