Um, whut?

Annette Funicello died today.

"Her family told Extra that Funicello passed away from complications of her illness, and they were by her side when she was taken off life support. Funicello had been in an MS coma for years."

What in the flying fucking fuck is an "MS coma"?

I've had MS for almost five years, I HAVE NEVER, EVER, EVAH, heard that this was a thing.

How is this a thing?

Why did no one tell me it is a thing?

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My temp job gets easier but vastly more irritating as of tomorrow.

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Barring something unforeseen happening, two weeks from right now I will be sleeping in a hotel in the Greater Missoula, Montana Area on the way to Ontario.

I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.

Telefon Sex

And remember, like with declension, you don't have to make a difference, and I telefonsex loved it so much more organized!

Here is my webpage; Telefon Sex (link removed)

This is the spam I got the other day as a comment on my blog post.

I am baffled as to its meaning.

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A year ago I was up to no good in Milwaukee, WI.

I want to do it again, but I doubt I will get a chance before summer.

EVERYONE should get up to no good in Milwaukee at some point in their lifetime. It should be in the top 10 of your bucket list.

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OTTER!

BRAINZ! An Update

I had my 6th or 7th MRI since November 2008 today.

No contrast makes me happy. I don't like nursing an IV hole for three days.

My neurologist will give me The State of the Brain Address, as she does every year, on April 18.

My hope is she does not insist on referring me to the closest MS clinic to where I am moving. London, ON is two hours from where I'll be living and is NOT convenient. I would like a local neuro, and I'll get a referral to a clinic when we move closer to one.

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One year ago I was flying to Chicago. I listened to Katy Perry all fucking day to celebrate.

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I hope that dinner and some caffeine cures this tired I have. I have an art show to go to in a couple of hours.

Home again, Home again, fiddle-dee-dee

Two weeks of travel, family obligations and a little bit of touristy activity has left me exhausted and in love with my own bed.

On my trip;

I went to a southern Baptist church for the first time.
Joe met two of my first cousins, my dad's older brother and his wife and my dad's first cousins and their parents for the first time. It was the first time I had seen any of them, except for one first cousin, since August of 2003. (Joe said his favourite part was the dinner and drinking "party" with my family. That made me happy.)
I ate half-runner beans for the first time.

I did not swear in front of my mother-in-law.
I went to the Neil Armstrong Air and Space Museum four days before he died. I got a pen and two post-cards.
I went to the Wright-Patterson Air Force Base and the National Museum of the United States Air Force. I got a "Rosie the Riveter" lunch box and Space Ice Cream. I saw a NASA Super Guppy land to deliver some stuff for the museum.
I watched almost a whole Major League Baseball game without falling asleep.
I went to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center and had a bonding moment with a middle aged black woman when we sang Soul II Soul's "Back to Life (However Do You Want Me)" together and she called me "sister". This happened when I was exchanging the t-shirt I bought the day before when it didn't fit right, 20 or so hours after I finished visiting the museum. We had this moment less than a day after I had been moved to teary-eyed silence over the endless ways humans have managed to create to do harm to each other. Visiting the Freedom Center made me want to be a better person.

I also got a new set of towels and two sets of sheets, the Martha Stewart Homekeeping Manual, a copy of A Modern Girl's Guide to Life, three white long sleeved tshirts and a new pair of yoga pants because I dropped a full bottle of Gem Crush nail polish on my old ones.

Again, I would like to thank everyone who knows where we live and knew we were going out of town for not breaking in whilst we were gone.

I am almost 100% certain that I have forgotten to mention a lot about our trip.