Jesse, that's totally an obnoxious problem. I hope it settles down.

as some saw on FB, as I was leaving the hospital I was working at today (in the dry dry California hills) two maintenance guys were doing something on the steep hill behind the one building I was in. One was tellin the other how to use what I think was a gas powered leaf blower? Maybe something else similarly loud and without cords. Walk past and suddenly I hear "shit shit shit help!" And turn around and see the leaf blower tumbling down the hill into the parking lot while the hill is ON FIRE. No idea how that happened but then yhe one dude was frantically kicking dirt down the hill into the scrub that was on fire, but also trying not to fall down the hill while he did this....they finally got it out but I was like "uh...should I do something? What??" Because I don't work there and wouldn't know who to call and didn't have any water on me or anything...

I failed at being a grown up today. Went to bed at a reasonable hour, got up at 5:30, showered and hair and makeup and then just couldn't. Didn't want to deal with any of it. So I sat on the couch all day and read through a backlog of magazines.

Hopefully, that fed enough of my rebellious nature so I return to work with a slightly adjusted for the better attitude.

oh hai disrespectful teenager. I have no patience for you and will yell at you when you back talk under your breath for the umpteenth time. You are grounded from electronics because you are not doing school work, then you lie about it. You raise your voice with me when I ask about said homework that was to BE DONE TODAY! and yep, I'm done. I will threaten a longer loss of electronics, I will let you know that I have NO INTEREST in spending time with you at the event that I have basically been begging you to come to since you have nothing else to do that night.

But hey, when your response is to then stomp around for 10-15 minutes and THEN call your grandmother and in the course of saying how I have all the issue and everything is my fault and I am the worst, you then say YOU ARE GOING TO END IT ALL AND WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN LIVE WITH ME!!! Hell no. Me? I know you and I can see you, you are not about to cause harm to yourself or me. Not even close. Your Grandmother - SHE IS NOW FLIPPING OUT AND WILL NOT SLEEP TONIGHT. I am being calm, because I need you to calm down. That response, however is NOT OK and we will discuss it at a later date.

Oh dear!

Good lord, child.

homemade pancakes for him for dinner tonight also. HOMEMADE FOOD THAT I AM NOT EATING FOR 8 WEEKS.

I am horrible. really worst mother ever, dontcha know.

Oh, mac. Are you sure you want to be a teenager? Much drama for everybody and not a lot of fun. Give your mom a break, okay?

Jesse, try one of the arthritis creams. I swear I believe they're so much moonshine, and it's probably just the little bit of capsasin to heat and the massage to relax, but a minute or so massaging the toe can make walking *so much easier.* The last time I used it the effects lasted a day and a half. So, better than OTC pain pills. The one I use is "Arthritic cream rub" by Kroger and has 10% trolamine salicylate--polysyllabic, so you know it has to be pretty good.

The last time I used it the effects lasted a day and a half.

Thank you! I will give that a shot.

Haven't spoken to my family since the previous weekend. Mum sent me an email tonight that she'd canceled the credit card I had because it had gone missing and would mail me the new one ASAP. First: heart attack that I really was being cut off financially, then relief that I actually wasn't , then JFC Christopher, really? You piece of shit.

I had a dream that she called and we talked like nothing happened, then she said things that made me feel not guilty, and I said I wouldn't stay long for thanksgiving, and it was all very nonjudgmental. I don't usually have wish-fulfillment dreams.

My dad swears by the capsacin cream. Mom too, but since it is her hands, usage is problematic (she has to wear gloves until she's ready to wash it off.

msbelle, clearly you are a horror of a mother.... I mean, pancakes for dinner? What torture.