Oh, and I also fall into the category of HATE crying in front of people. It always makes me feel so stupid. Thankfully, the Army made me very strong in this regard - it now takes an awful lot to bring the tears in public (unless I'm happy).

(that's fun to say "lemon demonstration" or maybe I could call it a "lemonation")

Perhaps... lemonstration? (Tom and I play this game all the time)

OK, going home. Won't probably be on the computer though. Thanks for everything today- it really helped and I needed it lots.

I do it too easily, but I have frequently used Deena's technique of telling myself I can flip out later, if I need/ want to. Which has only happened a few times.

Have a good trip home, Nora.

Timelies, all!

Nora, I hope you're feeling better, Steph less traumatized.

Here's something that might make you smile: where the buffalo roam - Baltimore (County). (a slideshow of the big bison round-up ... on the tennis court)

{{Nora}}

I cry when I am angry, and sometimes when I am anxious. Now, I'll just tell people, "Look, ignore the crying. It won't go away, so I'm just going to talk through it."

Yep. I've had to do this. I cry very, very easily. When I'm angry, when I'm anxious, when I'm overly-tired ...

Steph, do you feel less jittery today?

Oh, and from over a hundred posts ago: Cashmere, my new website isn't live yet. gothicmissmanners.com has been taken down, and www.gothic-charm-school.com is in the last stages of being finished.

Steph, do you feel less jittery today?

Much. I still feel some restlessness in my shoulders, which is weird as hell, but I feel much less crawl-out-of-my-skin today. I had a beer with dinner last night, and I think it helped smooth out the edges a lot.

Dang, now I feel like crap for having traumatized you. I don't think you were being oversensitive. It was a highly stressful (despite being fun) time. You'd just had to replace your tires and drive forever just to get there and then with all the noise and confusion... argh. You were being helpful. She got to realize that she's not the big girl she thinks she is. It was a valuable life lesson, despite being not so much fun. She's so over it, though, that she thinks I can't tell her where she can and can't eat (aka slurping soup on the floor in front of the television).

She DOES steal the camera now and again, though usually to bring it to me and ask me to take her picture. Aidan steals it to take his own damned pictures, thank you very much.

If you don't yet feel better about it, I hope you do soon. No one, least of all Kara, thinks of you as a meanie.

ION, I just got a call from the tourist board here--the woman wanted to know if the buffistas would come here someday, and I told her about Firefly. She's going to check the DVDs out from the library and watch for the movie. She'd never heard of BtVS or Angel, either, but she's going to look for those DVDs too. Toasters!

Much. I still feel some restlessness in my shoulders, which is weird as hell, but I feel much less crawl-out-of-my-skin today.

That's good to hear. I was worried about you.

Dang, now I feel like crap for having traumatized you.

Oh, we'll have none of THAT missy! There will be NO endless self-perpetuating circle of traumatization and subsequent bad feelings! I decree it!

I don't think you were being oversensitive.

Just, in general I am. For real.

She DOES steal the camera now and again, though usually to bring it to me and ask me to take her picture. Aidan steals it to take his own damned pictures, thank you very much.

See, I had visions of camera bits all over Malley's, because, well, I've heard some stories of Kara's amazing ability to destroy the indestructible. And since she had previously been playing with *my* digital camera (with me holding it), I was afraid that *I* had put the idea into her overlord brain that she should take Mama's camera.

So, to sum up: NO endless cycle of traumatization and self-beratement! None!