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When we move to Texas, I’m kind of hoping Ezrik and I manage to get some form of transportation that we can use to get around – before the baby came along his mother’s husband had thought about the idea of getting a motorcycle (I can’t even picture his mom in womens motorcycle helmets, it’s too weird) but I think with Alice along now it’s kind of hard to actually think about that. But for Ezrik and I, I’d love the ability to have the car every now and again, with him driving since I don’t have my license yet and am not comfortable getting it, so we can go out and actually DO things.

Since Alice was born, the amount of smoke around the house (even outside) has gone down considerably, at least from anyone who lives with us (I get the feeling our neighbors smoke because sometimes we’ll get smoke coming in the windows, and I’m not talking something like la flor dominicana cigars, I’m talking straight up cheap knock off cigarettes with menthol and badness), and I’m kind of proud of my boyfriend’s mom for keeping to that. They got some of those electronic cigarette things and seem to be sticking to it.

I was thinking recently again about the idea of me taking up guitar, and it occurs to me that my parents had once tried to encourage this by buying me an acoustic guitar, it wasn’t like I had a collection of washburn d10s, but I definitely did have the encouragement and kind of let it pass by without doing anything about it. It kind of frustrates me to know how ridiculous I was when I was in my teens, and I hate the thought of pushing back towards that ever again.

I wasn’t aware there was such a thing as church chairs, but apparently they formulate the idea that a church needs a specific type of chair for long periods of sitting or enjoying service or something along those lines. I don’t know if it’s really any different, but I imagine there is a bit of a place for them, considering the state of religion in the US and elsewhere.

I’ve made posts before about Mesothelioma, but never specifically biphasic mesothelioma. I do know that there was a point where this was a huge scare for someone very close to me. It’s not something you can quantify with a scale of HOW big it was, but it was something terrifying and I’m not sure I even understood just how bad it could have gotten. These are the things we need to have out there. This is the information that is powerful.