Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

Sorry to be so MIA. Last week Husbandido came home after staying in Sacramento for the good part of two weeks. Knowing him the way I do, I understood the challenge of being in a small house with so many people, plus the stress of being in a situation of inbetween life and death, waiting, and feeling guilty for having a good time while someone is not well.

As an update, Dad is doing well, pulled through surgery with flying colors. It is my hope that this experience has him doing what he needs to do to stay well. Including doing some of the things he might not like (drop the crispy pata) and things he'll have to get used to (drop the crispy pata). I see in the lives of his sons, one of which is my very own, changes that they have initiated. I hope these changes stick with them as well. And no, you cannot help Dad by eating all the remaining chicharron in the house.

Since his return, we've been going out a lot, spending quality time on dates. And by dates I mean real dates. Going out on Thursday night, we went to see Bourne Ultimatum. Pretty good, I must admit. Love the throw down, Kali-style. Someone's bound to correct me on that if I'm wrong, so be it. Go see it if you haven't. Well worth it.

On Friday we headed out late because I had to work until pretty much 9:30 in the PM. My summer program is at the end, and we had to stay late because of an intervention we needed to have with a student. I can't get into the situation, but at the age of 18, a young woman is just coming into her own, after everything she ever dreamed or wanted for herself. She is starting her college career. Her mother wants her to come back home. As in pack your shit and let's go home. This student sat in my office and cried, fear in her eyes that she must return home after she's just started. Parents can be fucked up like that sometimes.

After I got home and decompressed, I dragged Husbandido out for some late night food in North Beach. I half expected to see my Freshmen there inebriated. Luckily it was not to be.

Yesterday we went to see Superbad (see, date night galores). You'll love it for the humor, the music, and the relationship between the two stars. It was nonstop hilarious, and had me laughing loudly at parts. Go with good friends and crack up over it, will you?

Today I'm off to work. I have presentations up the ying yang, but all will go well, I hope. Here's to the start of the new school year, and to the road ahead for everyone.

Voodoo