Well...
Where to begin?

My mom went to the ER with chest pains the night before last and it took almost 24 hours for someone to bother calling me and telling me. Apparently 83.33% of my mothers offspring were not informed of this until the next evening. The are 6 of us so you do the math... 3 of us still live at home and why J or A couldn't pick up a phone sooner I may never know. And I work less than 2 blocks from the hospital!

Anyway, rather than get myself worked up into an angry lather over that little piece of drama, I will stop that train of rant right now. I find out today that my mom offically had a minor heart attack and had a "stint" put in today. Apparently one of her pipes was 90% blocked. YAY.

She's still in the hospital and will be there until tomorrow or so. She's surprisingly chipper and seems quite content to sit there and sew and watch TV. She's not too excited about her new dietary restrictions, or having to quit smoking, but you can't win them all. She's already asking when she can drive and clean the house.

In lighter news... I'm going to be in the newspaper again. I am such a media whore. The reporter that wrote the first story came in to the library and saw my haircut. When I told him I cut it for Locks of Love he said "That would make a good story" and he sent a photographer down to the library to photograph me with my ponytail. I wonder what I can do next week to get in the paper?