For my Jewish friends:

From Reuters:

JERUSALEM (Reuters) - Marijuana is not kosher for Passover, a pro-cannabis advocacy group says, advising Jews who observe the week-long holiday's special dietary laws to take a break from smoking the weed.

The Green Leaf Party announced Wednesday that products of the cannabis plant have been grouped by rabbis within a family of foods such as peas, beans and lentils that is off-limits to Jews of European descent during Passover.

The Green Leaf Party, which has made several unsuccessful attempts to win election to parliament on a platform urging marijuana's legalisation, said it was issuing its advisory as a service to Jews who don't want to break ritual law.

But it said the rabbinical ban for the holiday beginning at sunset Monday, during which many Jews eat matzos, or unleavened bread, could be a blessing in disguise.

"Logic dictates that if the rabbis say cannabis is non-kosher for Passover, it is apparently kosher during the rest of the year," Michelle Levin, a spokeswoman for the party, told the YNet news web site.

I'm a Godmother!!!

At 1:28pm EST, Emma Marie Pyrzanowski was born. 7lbs. 8oz, 19 1/2 inches. I'll post photos when I get some.

Big Brother Tyler is exceedingly proud:)

I love my hometown newspaper's police blotter:

"Karin U. Stravalacci, 48, of Hillsborough, was charged with driving while intoxicated at 10:32 p.m. on Feb. 1.
Police said Ms. Stravalacci had arrived at police headquarters to bail out her husband and son on unrelated charges, when police noticed she appeared intoxicated. Police said they asked Ms. Stravalacci how she had gotten to headquarters, and she replied that she had driven herself. Police said they conducted sobriety tests and placed Ms. Stravalacci under arrest.
Police said Ms. Stravalacci's blood alcohol level tested at 0.27 percent. A BAC of 0.08 percent or higher is classified as driving while intoxicated by state law.
Ms. Stravalacci was released with a court date of March 13."

Lemme break it down for ya'll:

Woman shows up at the police station to bail out her HUSBAND AND SON. The police noticed that she seemed drunk, asked her how she got there. She TOLD them that she drove there. So they arrested her for DRUNK DRIVING!!

What a family!

Ernest is gone!



Belly button hurts like hell (they cut me there), can't really cough, but all-in-all, feeling pretty good. Stay tuned - I'll post the pictures from the surgery in a few weeks - they thought I was weird for asking for them, but whatev! Wouldn't let me keep the gallbladder, though. Boo.

God Bless Vicodin!

I DID IT!



For the very first time, I snowboarded. And guess what?!?? I'm pretty damn good at it. Granted, I looked nothing like this picture. Instead, imagine that it's 70 degrees. I'm sweating like a fat kid in gym class and shedding layers all over the mountain. I can also only snowboard backwards, apparently. We had some confusion as to whether or not I'm 'Regular' or 'Goofy.' Turns out, I might be 'Regular.' I have no idea what that means, but I think it would've helped with the whole 'forward momentum' thing.

So, yeah - I liked it. I could just drop down to my knees to fall. Or my ass. My legs never went in 19 different directions, like they did in skiing. And I could walk in the boots. I looked badass. Except for the stupid t-shirt I was wearing, and the 2 sizes too small ski pants that made me look like a polish sausage on a board. Turns out that although I may eventually turn out to be fairly decent at the sport, I am SO NOT COOL ENOUGH!

Still mad at those little 8-year-old fuckers that flew by me all day, though.

New to me...

On Saturday, I said goodbye to Old Blue. She'd been very good to me. Brought me to California, got me through my first job here, stored all the crap I couldn't fit in my apartment. But she, like many things in my life, just had to go. I couldn't stand the constant sqealing, the rattling, the dripping, the stalling. She had just outlived her usefulness. Our last moments together were on the 405 south to Irvine. And quite honestly, I was a little sad.

Say goodbye!



However, be not sad for me. In her place, meet my new friend, Name Yet to Be Determined!



She's big-ish, black, and doesn't rattle! I think I love her.

I am now kicking it ROAD TRIP-style!

It's rather like Fight Club. "I am Jack's raging bile duct." Instead, I got 2 hand-illustrated pamphlets - "I am Jaime's Gall Bladder."

Terribly disconcerting to think that I had my surgery explained to me via a bunch of 3rd-grade level comic books.

On Monday, I had a CAT scan. 48oz of the worst tasting, thickest poisonous drink followed by a GIANT, dye-injecting IV, and 15 minutes of scan. Turns out, they figure out I had Gall Stones. Which they figured out I had A MONTH AGO!!

Anyway, on March 21, I'm having Ernest removed. I named my troublesome Gallbladder Ernest. After Hemingway. Say 'Goodbye,' Ernest!

I plan on saying goodbye by tossing Ernest down a snow-covered hill the weekend before while strapped to a plank. Good fun all around!

Read the best headline today:

"Tom Brady's Sperm is the "Tom Brady" of Sperm.

Fantastic.

In a couple of weeks, this will be me!!

Well, I won't be quite so male. Or upright.

But I will be out on my ass on a snowboard!

I think I'll try hang gliding next.