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!

I hate crying in public. I can usually stop myself until I am alone, but when I see or hear the voice of someone I know it is safe to cry with the floodgates open.

Cashmere and Beverly, I adore that movie so so so so so so much. Hmmm. I have to see if it is on DVD and get it, if it is. LOVE.

Cindy, To Have and Have Not is on DVD. I have it. Love that film.

{{{vw}}} I am glad the meeting went well.

{{{Deena}}}

{{{Nora}}} I'm so sorry hon. Much ~ma to get you through the rest of the day.

This has been my experience w/r/t therapy vs. drugs -- medication helped my mood, such that I was able to pull out of the numb grey depression funk, which left me at a point where I was able to really benefit from the changes that therapy nudged me toward.

This has been my experience as well.

I need to see vw and Cindy soon! And have Emily demonstrate the healing power of lemon!

That sounds like fun. I want to join in. Although Cindy is still a hoax to me.

{{{Stephanie}}} Much ~ma to your friend.

Hello Lovelies!

So, turns out that 7 months of layoff/unemployment then surgery/disability banishing me to dial-up purgatory made me even darker for even longer than I would have expected. Who knew? Have been (reasonably) gainfully employed since Valentine’s Day (only reasonably ‘cause I got the job thru’ an agency and won’t be permanent before the middle of next month).

Started the new job, and tried to hit the Phoenix after hours (Because T1 lines are our very good friends), but Buffistas was blocked and try as I might, I couldn’t think of a reason to compel the IT guys to give it back to me.

I’d check back once a week or so, it’d still be blocked, le sigh, and I’d plan on using the computer at home, but it just wouldn’t come together.

Then, suddenly, a couple of days ago – it was back! I have no idea why, and I’m certainly not going to bring it to the attention of any of the PTB – I’ll just quietly rejoice!

So, I’ve played Skippity McSkimmerson for the past few days – wanted to have at least a smidgen of an idea what’s up with the Bitches (though I probably won’t comment – ‘cause it’s a lot!), and now, I’m back (*crosses fingers, knocks on wood*).

I’ve missed you guys!! *sniff!*

Okay, ceasing now. No more trauma! shall be our rallying cry.

I just asked her about it. She didn't even know what I was talking about. She was all following along and nodding her head, "You remember Steph?" Nod At the ice cream store with all of mommy's friends? Nod And I asked you to bring me the camera?" Nod

"Did I get to bring it home? Where's the camera?"

She IS still annoyed that debetesse "stole" the toy camera I got her at the wildlife park.

Hee.

eta: ET! So good to have you back. Yay for the gainful employment.

Hi, Epic!

Welcome back, Epic!

Teppy, I am glad to hear you are feeling better.

Whee! I just stepped on the scale, and I have lost 40 pounds since August! I haven't weighed this much (this little, I suppose) since 1997, and I'm over the moon about it.

I'm going to a wedding (in an airport hangar! with cases and cases and CASES of champagne!) this weekend, and will post pix of my newly slimmed and fantabulous rocking self after the weekend.

My jeans? Can pull them off my hips without undoing them.

Whoo and hoo!