Ode to Bob, Larry, and Jim

The weather has gotten completely unreasonable again, and so we are stuck inside, and it is too hot to be on the computer much. I had to brave the oven-like heat for this, however. This is what is getting us through these weeks where I can't set foot outside with Peanut lest she melt inside the body cast. This is the handiwork of my stepfather, Bob, his buddy Larry, and their friend Jim's very expensive saw. They made Peanut a chair that can hold her sitting upright and a table that curves around her so that she can reach everything, even though she can't bend at the waist. Previously, the only way to have her sitting upright was to have her straddling my leg. That's right, I had to hold her ALL DAY LONG, and attempt to figure out what on earth it was that she was pointing and grunting for me to pick up and give her. As you can imagine, she is much, much happier like this. Thanks, guys. You have no idea how much you have improved the lives of both of us.

Just Sayin'

I live in a city where not only is it possible to see a white man with dreadlocks every single time I go out of the house, but more likely than not he wearing a tie-dyed shirt and is carrying bongo drums. In fact, I think I would find it surprising to see one without the drums.

Don't Go Changin'

Just experimenting with HTML and color. Not asking for opinions yet, as I am not done, but if you particularly like something, feel free to say so. I know that the countdown ticker at the bottom is cheesy, but I don't know how to make my own quite yet so there you go.

Boring Day

Exciting times around Bad Mama's house.  At least the bowl is a clean one.

Duty

So, if I can figure out where to send the money, anyone want to chip in some donations for baby Manuel in Peru? I doubt he has access to all the outside therapy and help that Peanut does, and as a parent that would drive me crazy. It's hard enough to have a child with moderate AMC with access to the best medical care, doctors, therapy, and equipment money can buy. Though it appears he does have good medical care at the moment, in a country where over forty percent of the population earns less than two dollars a day, the continuing care he will need is probably not available to him. Anyway, it's an idea. Anyone want to join in?

And from John Kovalic's site, via Making Light:

To quote an old Londoner who lived through the blitz and got caught up in the Canary Wharf explosion: "I've been blown up by a better class of bastard than this!"

We're with you in spirit.