Need to post.  It's been way too long since I had a chance, but now I have to leave to go get the twins from Mother's Day Out.  Ah well, hopefully this will remind me to finish this later.  I have much angst regarding that FIASCO of a fucking football game yesterday.  My poor poor Saints.  It's just NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!

As usual spent far too much time sitting on my duff today reviewing Who!fic, but it cheered me up some.  There are still people out there who miss CE as much as I do.

My Daddy's best friend died this morning.  He's to be a pall bearer.  Not thrilled about the fact either.  Not that he didn't love Dr. Russo, but it's hard for him.  He was requested to deliver the eulogy but told the Parish Medical Society he just couldn't do it.  I think he's eulogized one too many now.  Now that he's retired either I'm beginning to see the wear of age or he's suffering more from it.  I know he never thought he'd live this long, but I thank the Gods that he's lived long enough to see my twins, the only grandchildren he'll ever have., and to not leave me yet,  I know somehow they're the light of his life that he missed when my brother and I were young because he worked constantly.  I maintain to this day that even though my brother is a pilot as well as a real estate baron and I'm a fuck up he's still glad neither of use went to medical school.  Mom's having such a had time dealing with him right now though, he's had such a foul attitude since he retired.  No hobbies, no real outside interests beyond having been a surgeon for over 40 years....  and moving and retiring at the same time.  An awful lot to ask of anyone.

Glad it's finally showing some false signs of fall here.  The price we pay for winters is August in South Louisiana.  When children tell you it's too hot to even swim, you know there's some serious heat.  But it may give me the break I need to get some yard work done.

Want to re-hash last night's Saints game, but I don't have it in me right now.  All I can say is that they've been here since I was 2 so I can say I've been a Saints fan since birth and I still have faith that my boys can pull it out of their asses.  Yet another gift (and a welcome one) from my Dad.  I learned all my best cusses sitting with him and throwing things at the TV. It'll either happen or I'm in as serious denial as I ever was.

Got to figure out what to do about the twins birthday.  Since it's Oct. 27 I'm thinking of a Halloween party.  They're old enough now to get a kick out of it.  Problem is where to have it.  I have enough room, but I don't wanna clean it up.  But it'd probably be cheaper to clean it up myself than pay my housekeeper the extra hours.  On the other hand it would cost less to pay her than to rent somewhere to do it..  Plus Debbie is family, not hired help.  Gods know when I had surgery the last time and everyone was out of town she took the better care of me than the nurses.

I hate so much sinking into this kind of depression.  It's so fucking bone deep.  It's one of those things that makes you rage "WHY THE FUCK ME????"  I should be able to break it, but it's such an unending freaking cycle.  I almost prefer the mania, but the crash is worse than this.  Meds take the edge off the ups and the downs, but I feel like I've been stuck here for frelling ever.

But that's another whole issue and this is long enough.  I need to go to bed.

Chris if you get this PLEASE call me or email me.  Need to hear more about attractive second and third year.  I'm so thrilled you're as happy as you are and I hope my nephew is thriving!  I love you and I miss you!