I can't use these pain meds at work anyway, because they make me loopy. But they don't work as long, so far, on the headaches I've brought home.

I need to reach some understanding with Dr. F over this. Construction on my floor is slated to go to the end of the year. And then there will be construction on the other floor where I spend time until March. My work days will be hard enough, but my evenings and weekends are going to be horrendous.

Saturday afternoon to transfer ownership of the TiVo?

oo brenda, I'd be fuming.

Saturday afternoon to transfer ownership of the TiVo?

Yes, that'd be great. Thanks, ita.

Hey does anyone know about the Instant Personalization setting on Facebook?

My dad has always been the kind of guy to insist that he's right no matter what, but it's getting even more annoying now that his memory is getting really bad. Mine isn't so hot, either, but I actually *can* remember the major details of my own life.

This is probably right, but I have what I think of as a good memory of my childhood, and I remember my mom telling me how much I loved Mickey Dolenz and me saying yeah, in The Monkees, but it turns out he was in a show called (I think) "Circus Boy" when he was a kid. This was apparently my favorite show and I loved him in it and said I was going to marry him many times. Also I threw tantrums if I missed even a second of it. I honestly do not remember even seeing this show. Not one image in my brain. So it's possible you liked dinosaurs when you were four or something.

OR it could be like my mom insisting I love orange juice when I have hated it all my life, which is an idea she will defend to the death.

My mother's main oopsie is "Oh, did I feed you hardboiled eggs? There's something I'm supposed to remember about that, right?"

IDGI.

I get sad sometimes at the thought that Isaac won't remember forever how much he loved spaceships and how he could name practically every rocket that was ever launched into space. Even now I am surprised by both the things they remember and the things they forget.

I feel your pain Brenda. I didn't order magazines for 6 years because of my former mail carrier.

If at this point my mother told me I liked anything (other than the dreaded egg) I'd believe her. Since I just realised I used to like to drabble, and that just happened.

I got holes up in here.

Ate too many Trader Joe's black pepper potato chips today. Can you say "hypernatremia"? I *knew* you could!

I had a hilarious conversation with my mother and grandmother the other day about a fight we had over my high school graduation, about which I have absolutely no memory. Apparently I refused to wear the National Honor Society cowl? Classic.

My mom still offers me soda and Coca-Cola to drink when I visit. (As in "Are you sure you're not thirsty? I have--" with a list starting with the sodas.)

I have NEVER liked carbonated drinks. Even when, as a tiny child with an upset stomach, she'd try to make me drink sips of Coke with exactly the results that you'd think making someone already nauseous drink something that tastes really awful and IS FIZZY.

It's like she thinks, in the couple of months interval since she last offered me a soda, I'd have changed 50 years worth of preference (and oh yes, supertasting ability which is WHY Coke in particular tastes awful) and would actually want to drink it.