I know that diabetics sometimes go blind. Blind people have a hard time navigating frames, so I pulled them out of my current pages. I still have to go back and format the archives for 1999 better, but I'll do that soon enough.

I will probably go full hog redesign some day, but not today and probably not really super soon. Maybe for Genny's birthday or for my two year anniversary for my diabetes diagnosis.

Genny's birthday is coming. It's so bizarre to see her so big. She's wearing 18-24 month old clothes. She's blown through about half of her 18 month old clothes and is moving into the 24 month sizes...Fast! She's taking purposeful steps to get stuff, to get to people, but mostly she's an Olympic Champion Crawler. If I go to pee, she's screaming outside the door before I can get to the toilet paper portion of the event.

Russell is blowing through his jeans, so I'm thanking the powers that be for warmer weather which means "hey, those aren't high waters, those are shorts!" Well, that and the fact that he's got no ass. Assless kids mean that they can fit into anything. Russell assures me he has a butt and even this morning, offered to show it to me and I got mooned by my 7 year old.

Russell has been incredibly sweet lately. I don't know why. I don't know what's going on in that head of his, but he's been terribly kind and thoughtful lately -- not at all like a 7 year old. I think he's probably feeling pretty insecure about where we'll land with Mike's job hunt. Hell, I am, too.

The thing that Russ has been doing that's cutest is that he's been more sensitive to having things that kids will make fun of, i.e., his Pooh sheets and blankets. He did well in school, so I asked my mother if she could get him a more appropriate comforter. She did better than that; she got him a sheet set, too. I went to Mervyns. I got him a thermal blanket and a sheet set on sale. He'd asked for the thermal blanket a while ago and I'd promised the sheets, too. He also made a request about a month ago for plain whitey tighties because kids made fun of his Scooby-doo undies.

Mike's got more interviews, so more opportunities for a possible job. He had an interview this past week and he's got one set up for next week. Things are going on that front.

The best thing of the whole week: My mom, the Queen o' Bar-gains, found a Cuisinart for $4. That's right -- four bucks. It actually cost more to ship it, but for $40, I've got a cuisinart. My last Cuisinart had an untimely demise in a kitchen fire. Of all my kitchen stuff, it was the only thing I cared about after the fire. The whole back of it had melted and I cried to see my lovely valiant appliance slumped towards the stove where the wok had been flaming.

I was so unwilling to let go of the fact that my beautiful Cuisinart was gone that I kept the blades. I kept trying to tell myself that I'd buy another one. When I bought that one, I got it on sale and it was $99. I've found it at Price Club for $179. This particular model is not the medium one I used, but rather the big one -- something like this:

Right after the fire, a friend gave me a cheesy food processor she found for $30. It was a very nice gesture and it was not a Cuisinart. I have used it for a long time, gratefully, but it's still not a Cuisinart. I got my Cuisinart set up on my counter, ground up some cabbbage to toss in the dinner salad and I carefully cleaned up my old one and gave it to Pauline. Cuisinart doesn't have blades get askew and leave food ungrated or unprocessed. It doesn't grind and smell hot when it whips mashed potatoes. It doesn't leak fluid all over the counter, when I make spaghetti sauce. And the super duper size can hold a whole pot of spaghetti sauce when I stick two carrots, 3 zukes and a half bunch of spinach in to fool Mike and Russ.

Oh, the things I can puree, grate, and beat into small pieces!