Jarret was supposed to start the Zoloft tonight, but due to a screw up in the prescription he won’t start until Monday, at the earliest.
    I went to pick the stuff up and was told it was going to be $20, which is for two month’s worth. Since the pediatrician never writes a prescription for a new medication for more than a month I was curious to know what was up. It turns out that while she told me he was supposed to start at 1.2ml for one week then go up to 2.4ml (thus making 60ml last a little under a month), she wrote the actual prescription out for just a 1.2ml dose (50 days). Needless to say I refused the prescription as I wasn’t going to pay for two month’s worth of medication when I was only getting one. Unfortunately I won’t be able to get a hold of her until Monday. (

On a somewhat happier note, I’ve got the Author page of the Pinkish Pages complete and uploaded. For those of you who despise frames, avoid the archives like a plague! The Pinkish Pages and it’s Lavender Room are going to be full of them! It basically boiled down to my sanity and whether or not I wanted to keep it. I chose to keep it, and the only way to do so and provide regular updates is through the use of frames. So nyah! if you don’t like it.

Last, but not least:

Which Gundam Male will you date? by ikomiko
Name
Age
You will date:	Trowa Barton
On the:	May 28, 2062
He will give you:	A lecture on Oz and Gundams
Your future:	You start ‘going steady’ until you have been going out for three years, then you decide to ask him to marry you and he says yes.
Created with quill18‘s MemeGen 2.0!

Um, should I be excited about this?

Babs

Well Tuesday I had my doctor’s appointment. I’m currently awaiting to hear back about the Pap, and the referrals to both the GYN who will remove the polyp and the specialist in adult ADD.
    The boys had their appointments yesterday. Ben is fine. The pediatrician is a bit worried about Jarret, but not for the same reasons we Glenn was. It seems I was right about Jarret’s not wanting to eat: He is doing it for attention, not because his meds are depressing his appetite. The doctor also thinks he’s showing signs of anxiety, so he’s being taken off Ritalin put on Zoloft, which he will start tomorrow (I can’t wait! I hear it’s supposed to help relax him at night, and right now he’s bouncing all over the place). He also has walking pneumonia, and it seems that regular (read: generic) antibiotics are useless against it. Thank the Goddess we have insurance, something I keep reminding Glenn of each time he thinks of quitting his job for some stupid reason!

Will you please get your lover out of my bed? Either that, join him.

Your Anime Stalker by taka
LiveJournal username
Favorite color
Weather outside now
Anime Stalker	Duo Maxwell
How many days?	199
Status of stalker	he/she's sleeping on your bed
Created with quill18‘s MemeGen!

Well I’ve begun work on the Pinkish Pages. I know this section is going to take several months to get done, but I will be so happy when it is. All the pages will belong together and I’ll finally have all the fics on my hard drive uploaded. Yay!

In other news:

One of the things I didn’t do the last time I overhauled the site was put the Mailroom in it’s own directory. Well this time I did. If you are accessing it via one of the new pages you will see it. Otherwise you will be taken to the old Mailroom page, which will stay up until the reconstruction is complete.

Neiman, one of the authors archived in the Lavender Room, wrote me an X-Men: Evolution slash PWP! I’m so happy! *does happy dance* I didn’t even have to grovel for it, or write her repeatedly, or anything like that. *blows raspberries toward another author who never seems to have any time for her anymore, let alone written anything for her*

I’ve wanted to post this for awhile but I keep forgetting. It’s something a fellow Wiccan sent me and I thought was hilarious:

Jesus…lost again?

I hope you all enjoy it.

So, I’m standing at a bus stop and they pull up. A car load of well meaning, bible thumping nut cases that are just frantic! The middle aged professionally dressed woman rushes forward…she takes my arm and with trembling voice, she asks, “Have you found Jesus?” Her eyes plead with an urgency that is out of proportion to a bus stop.

Now, normally I just politely decline the sermon and free religious paperwork that such folk pawn off on unsuspecting by-standers. But, unfortunately for her, she is the fourth car to accost me in the last 9 minutes. So by now I’m beginning to wonder what the heck is wrong with these people. I mean if it’s not Christians, it’s the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Can a simple Druid get no peace?

So calmly as I can muster, without being sarcastic, I reply, “You people lost him, again??” The woman looks confused. This is not the response she was hoping for and she needs to regroup. She takes a deep breath intending to launch into her sales pitch for her God, and church, paying no heed to the concept that I might not be into being converted.

I decide to not let her get going so I launch into a speech of my own. “What is wrong with you Christians? Every time I turn around you’ve lost Him!” I hit her with a glare of accusation. “I mean really…” I take a measured breath. “How do you expect to have anyone follow a deity that you can’t even find!”:

The poor woman looks stunned. This isn’t going so good. Panicked she looks desperately to the car…surely one of the men can help. Undaunted I press on… “Maybe the problem is with you people. I mean Muslims never seem to lose their deity. Come to think of it, neither do Jews or Pagans of any kind.” I look at the man getting out of the car. He’s all smiles. “I realize you people used to burn people like me at the stake. What was that about…deity even? I may be a Pagan-heathen, but I have never ever woke
up panicked that I couldn’t find my Goddess or God. They are always right where they should be… In the fire of my candle, in the air that I breath, in the earth that I stand on, in the water of my spring. I never feel abandoned by my deity(ies).

“Of course, you Christians aren’t much fun,” I continue. By now they are all out of the car.
Befuddled, aghast, and at a loss for words. “Of course,” I offer trying to give them some defense for losing Jesus. “He could have left due to religious differences. If I remember correctly, He was Jewish. So if you’re really so eager to find him,” I smile gently to soften the blow, “check the nearest synagogue. He’s probably in there. Also, you folks
should try and remember that this is America…where freedom of religion means ALL religions.”

Slowly they climb back into their car and drive away. I stand at the bus stop… No pamphlets, no bible, no dogma. I haven’t found Jesus, but I haven’t lost him either. :

Someone sent this to you because they believe no one can have too much Deity. It is a blessing in disguise. You can keep it to yourself or pass it on. Oh, and if you’ve found Jesus, please get his face on the evening news A.S.A.P, so the Christians can stop looking for him.:

Blessings in the name of the Goddess to You and Yours.

Babs