I'm leaning toward getting a cast vertebra, because I can't stop thinking about, with a real human vertebra, I'd always wonder about the person it came from. And not the whimsied kind of wondering, or even plain old bemused wondering -- I mean more like will-I-be-haunted-by-the-person-this-BONE-came-from kind of wondering.
I'm finding this conversation kind of amusing because there's a table behind my desk with plastic bags full of baby skeletons, and earlier I ended up sneezing dead person dust for ten minutes because someone's pelvis decided to disintegrate.
Sitting in a corner with osteologists is fun.
ETA less crappy spelling.
Oh, Aims, so much love and many prayers to you and your sister.
I got a very sweet e-mail from my grandma overnight. In part of it she said, "I am about as excited as you are." It's so fun! Now I want to see the comments!
Yes, it's always something with me :).
Congratulations, vw!
w/r/t organ/body donations, I'll take a moment to pimp a favorite article ("Stripped for Parts") by my friend Jennifer who writes for Wired and other magazines. It is not a scream against organ donation, despite the negative sounding title (which she did not choose).
The television in the dead man's room stays on all night. Right now the program is Shipmates, a reality-dating drama that's barely audible over the hiss of the ventilator. It's 4 am, and I've been here for six hours, sitting in the corner while three nurses fuss intermittently over a set of intravenous drips. They're worried about the dead man's health. >[link]
Yay vw! What great news to read this morning! Not surprised, but crazy happy for you.
{{Aims & family}} Quick recovery ~ma for your sister.
I got stopped for speeding yesterday taking my kid to school. But the most annoying thing was that the plate on my car was expired. Not the registration, apparently I got a new plate last time and it didn't end up on the car. Last June. I don't know if it arrived in hte mail and is in a stack of paper somewhere, or if it got stolen. Stupid copper handed me a screwdriver and made me take the plate off the car and give it to him. Told me he was doing me a favor by not towing me. Never bothered to tell me that the registration was current although I noticed he wrote the real plate number on the ticket. Very annoyed because now I am driving the gas consuming van instead of the thrifty vw. Grrrr. Now I need to search the house for the plate, or go buy a new one. Bother.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY VW!!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CANCER!!!!
My Dearest Darling Baby Boy Who I Love Very Much was up at 3:30 again this morning. When I left at 7 he was muy muy cranky. Well no shit, sweetie - that's what happens when you wake up FOUR HOURS EARLY! Argh. Stoopid sleep regressions. We hatesss them, precious.
t gropes coffee
t burns hand
t ow
((Aims & family))
YAY VW!! CONGRATS!
::passes Jolt® cola to Jossica::
...and I'm still puzzled when the namechange thing happened, people - because, has it been changed for weeks and I never registered it, or has it just now happened? And now GC! Ack!
Poor puzzled Fay! I always get the scoop by look at B-cracy, because that's where the name change requests originate.
Yay vw! An unsurprised but entirely excited YAY!
Aw, Aims, I'm sorry. Glad to hear it is the most curable kind though. {{Aims and sister and family}}
[link]
BWAHAHAHAHA!
Oh Buffistas, you are good for the soul. Between B'craxy and this, my day is looking better already.
