As a 20-year Middlemarch fan, I love this so, so much! If I didn't have former coworkers and/or religiously conservative folks galore among my Facebook friends, I'd be sharing the hell out of this everywhere!
Iceberg, are you still around? I have become so completely spoiled and am now experiencing Bergy Bits report withdrawal.
@Sun Tongs Welcome! I'm also a Jezebellian transplant. Adorable puppies!
@lasso tabasco My favorite is lagman: http://arbuz.com/recipes/lagman-recipe (Full disclosure--this is my friend's blog.) Unfortunately, it seems that I have a gluten sensitivity, which means that I'm going to have to use rice noodles instead of homemade wheat noodles, which are the best part. But it'll take a lot less time, on the bright side! And it's always tasty--like Central Asian pho.
When I was a teenager, I babysat for a two-year-old with awful parents who incidentally named him John Thomas. I think they thought it sounded British and therefore really classy.
@Qlirim2 Faleminderit! Më pëlqen muzika shqiptare!
@Gulf of Finland Mine snorfles oranges when he eats them. He also sounds very petulant when he coughs, even though he's not petulant. He also sees no need whatsoever to wash the outsides of pots and pans or the bottom of dishes.
@loren smith Thanks!! I did check out myehealth for Ontario, but I think I'm going to wimp out and not figure out how to sign in, because even if they DO have my results there, I may not know how to interpret them, and I could just freak myself out further over the weekend. But it's great to know that such a resource exists!
THIS F*CKING WEEK. First, my husband was offered an interview in his home country that would involve an unsettlingly fancy job in the U.S., and his would-be boss asked him to go for the interview next week rather than next month, just as I was deciding that I'd better take that Zoloft for my postpartum depression after all. Then, as I was freaking out over that, I went to see a new endocrinologist because my usual one is awful, and this one (who resembles a senile, mumbling, Czech Ent--like from LOTR--) promptly informed me that I have a "nodule, cyst, lump, something," on my thyroid and sent me for an urgent ultrasound and blood test. He refused to tell me WHAT the tests were for, or actually answer any of my questions about anything thyroid-related, so I googled, and, naturally, they could be for cancer. I called the next day and he said he had the ultrasound results back--"you have big lump"--but not the blood test results, and again he wouldn't say anything else about it. At least now my husband decided the job looked fishy and he's not going, otherwise I'd be trying to decide whether new-Zoloft-while-alone-with-a-baby or no-Zoloft-while-alone-with-a-baby for a week is worse, all while waiting for potential cancer news. But now I don't have to do that by myself, which is a plus! And the senile mumbling Ent dude did not call today and it's been 48 hours, so my fingers are crossed that it's not serious, rather than another way the otherwise-lovely-I'm-sure Canadian healthcare system is letting me down. I'm just ready for some kittens or some puppies or for my napping baby to wake up or something else cute to take my mind off The Stuff. At least my husband seems to be feeling better (you may recall my kvetching about both of our indifferent mental states), courtesy of the potential interview and his decision not to do it.