I just spent a big damn chunk of change getting my car tuned up (tires rotated, oil changed, transmission flushed and filled, all kinds of filters replaced) and new front brake pads. Man, basic maintenance is 'spensive.
I see I missed the sex toy links last night. Bummer. (I have several of the books on that Web site. 11, to be exact. Good bedtime [ahem] reading.)
I never really thought it looked all that flowerlike. If I want to look at an orchid, I'll go to a nursery.
When meara was here, lo these many years ago, we went to the "adult bookstore" around the corner from my house, and there was a book consisting solely of pictures of goolies. Gotta say, what they most resemble to *me* are ears.
We went to the used CD place and among others we picked up Chumbawumba's Tubthumper. I went to their website to read all the text they coudln't put in the liner notes becaues of U.S. copyright restrictions, and now I'm feeling all guilty and first-world-oppressor. I think I need to find a labor protest somewhere and start chanting anti-government songs.
I'm reading Alcott's Rose in Bloom and making skillet dish, my favorite childhood recipe. I appear to be on a comfort reading/food jag.
Gotta say, what they most resemble to *me* are ears.
I can never look at a googlie again without this thought. Ummm, thanks Tep.
HI LEE!!!! I am trying to get ahead on my homework and not having much success. I have a paper due Monday and Thursday...gah!
How do you do the bullets?
Morning, all! Well, morning for me, because I didn't get to sleep until about 7:30, thanks to insomnia and the screaming loud cocaine/Johnny Cash tribute party my next door neighbors were apparently throwing last night.
So far I have made coffee, called my folks and showered. But I have new panties on, and I like them! They are French blue boy legs, and since I have lost 20 pounds, I think I'm pretty fucking foxy...even in a ratty sweatshirt and lounge pants.
Hey Cindy. I was thinking about what I do to get through a panic attack and I don't think I ever said, one of the things I have to do to get myself out of one quickly is to acknowledge that it's happening, that it will go away soon and that it may feel horrible, but it's causing no damage to my body.
and
Cindy, for what it's worth, the only thing that got me through the really bad panic attack phase of my life was medication. Seriously, I felt weak for taking it until I started thinking about the fact that I thought nothing of taking a pill to help with physical ailments. The anti-anxiety pill would chill me out enough to be able to function--to put a bottom to the hole I was falling into. I only took it when I needed it, but it saved me.
Cindy, my mom has had panic attacks for years (I have had them once or twice and they are NOT fun -- I thought I was having a heart attack) and she uses Xanax to help control them. And use can use that as a when/if drug, although my mom has agaoraphobia and takes it once a day, along with others. But also, her therapist recommended taking those little lemon packets or lemon slices along to situations that might spur a PA and sucking in them. Apparently, it shocks the system, or helps neutralize it, or whatever...but apparently it's a useful trick thath has worked for mom for years.
I think she's taking an online break. I'll try to convince her (again) to return. I miss her here too.
Kristin, tell Trudy I'm back, and am challenging her Porn Queen title. (And that I miss her!)
But some amazingly sexy women flee The Math
Yo.
(I have several of the books on that Web site. 11, to be exact. Good bedtime [ahem] reading.)
Fun!
But some amazingly sexy women flee The Math
This bears repeating, as much as I hate to say it. The one large
faux pas
I ever made with JZ (I've made dozens of small ones, I'm certain) was offering to explain the relationship between trigonometric fonctions and the unit circle in language anyone could understand. The horror in her face as she said, "Really. Truly. No." just about broke my heart. I try to share the love of mathematics gently, but for some people there's just too much early trauma involved.
Anyhow, I'm sorry, JZ, but I've learned my lesson, and I shall speak no more of it.
But some amazingly sexy women flee The Math
offering to explain the relationship between trigonometric fonctions and the unit circle in language anyone could understand. The horror in her face as she said, "Really. Truly. No." just about broke my heart.
Over Christmas break I asked my brother, who's an engineer, to explain string theory to me. That was actually a very interesting and fun discussion. Science & math were always my strongest subjects in school.
