... I have wanted to post since 0200 saturday. mom had the right - had earned the right - to post first, so i've been twitching like i'm out of coffee!

for years, my luck has been that every time i lose a friend, two more enter my life to take that person's place. this makes me a rich woman.

just found out that a friend now considers me a former friend b/c my version of pro choice means that stupid decisions are decisions (not the ones that bring out the worst in other people) and this person thinks that dumb decisions (of people who never even complained!!) make these decision-makers... innocent, ignorant victims. i expect what my parents taught, take responsibility instead of whining Oh Poor Me. i expect that friends can have differences in opinion. but i digress...i hadnt' noticed she'd deleted me, so i guess my good luc was beginning for me again.

we got to meet our cousin judy last month for the first time !!! that's one of two and a HUGELY important one at that

tuesday, for rosh hashana, the jewish new year, i hope to be traveling via train to boston (probably at the crack of dawn to find a parking place at union station) so that i can meet Lila Belinda, my brother and sister-in-law's first child, my first niece, my parents' first grandchild... the first Harris born in  our family since 1972.. what a lot of responsibility for such a little tyke! i'll help her, though... (you may congratulate the new grandma if you haven't... i emailed the news to 50 of our friends - everyone in my address book who might have ever met my brother - at 7 yesterday morning, and emailed photos to every member of the family as soon as i got them. obviously, no photos ofmy new responsibility will go on the 'net.)

planing "evening" (Hebrew translation) and lily tattoos... digging out my old sapphires from when i dressed like a lady for work, to wear around our september baby. (i should have them reset for the grandma... she always wanted a nice sapphire ring.)

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l don't know what's up with work. the functional capacity eval is joke; the guy constantly contradicted humself: i can't be a legal secretary BUT I can work in an office. BUT I can't move files or type. BUT I lied to the tester about how much i hurt. (he neglected to document the medicine i took in front of him.) BUT i didn't actually lie since fibromyalgia may make the pain feel worse. (and i need a shrink. duh.) the "lied" part they refuse to change. maybe i'm wrong about asking but, since my boss says i can and the evaluator says i can't, i'm calling in an impartial party. someone in the attorney general's office should be able to help.

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right now, i can't even muster up anger at the eval or fear of not being able to work. i have a new niece to love.

i'll meet Lila tomorrow. she's the best way EVER to begin a sweet New Year.