I went to a party at some friends' house today, and met her dog for the first time. I knew the dog was bigger than her, but she is tiny. The dog literally weighs the same as me, after being on a diet for a while. That dog is BIG. He's a Tibetan Mastiff, I think?

Burrell, your kids sure don't look like you're failing at parenting. Snapping at your kids or losing your patience with them isn't the best, but it's hardly a failure.

You love them a ton, you're keeping them safe and fed and healthy, and you set limits. That's the whole of your job. You do that and they will grow up to be their own strong willed selves.

Hec, I want you to know that your "good enough" advice was the biggest kindness ever paid me, when I was a young mother. I was hellbent on unachievable perfection and my anxiety disorder kept me in constant pursuit of it. You (and, well, meds) woke me up and made life more bearable.

>Also, Teppy? You're dead right.

I like the sound of that! Which thing, though? Sometimes I am a crackpot.

Darned if I know. I'll have to scroll back, now.

Tep, I think it was this:

And here's another thing: sometimes the work in a relationship/marriage isn't about working on the relationship -- it's about working on your own shit. Because oh, my god, has this relationship forced me to work on my shit (and continue to work on it). I mean, I *chose* to work on my shit because (1) I hope it makes me a better person in general, but WAY more important to me (2) I want to BE a better person IN this relationship.

But it could have been the next post by you.

Thanks meara, I will say I have awesome friends, and I try to aspire to be worthy of that friendship.

Thanks, meara, we'll see. I'm going to bake the crust tonight and tomorrow I'll need to get some apricots, I think.

I went to see Dad and he was kind of wobbly and out of it -- turns out they'd given him a sedative yesterday and those really knock him out. So I asked them to see if they could give him a lower dose, it doesn't seem right that he's so incapacitated the next day.

Went to the street fair in my neighborhood, which was fun, and took the dog, who was quite good except for constantly scanning for food on the ground. She's such a moocher.

We call that breed a "crumbhound" Consuela. Our last dog was one of those. Outwardly she nay have appeared to look like a Chow mix, but she was 100% crumbhound.

I'm one ride away from making my 75 ride mark for the week, which means free rental. Come on, somebody!

Ah hell, gonna have to find another pool today.

Crumbhound is a great name, Scrappy.

And riots in Milwaukie overnight.

Damn, that's not good. I guess we've been bracing for riots all summer, but still makes me sad and angry. And the tweets! So much bullshit in the twitter feed! (I usually don't read twitter directly and now I'm seeing how much the feeds I do read filter out the SMH bullshit)