My tapes are pretty simple.

You Did Something To Deserve This.
But What If You Just Buckled Down And Tried?
They're Just Humouring You.
Could You Be More Ungrateful?
and...
You Haven't Done Enough.

As for short-circuiting those tapes--you can do that? These days I just get distracted by a migraine.

These days I just get distracted by a migraine.

See above re: not healthy ways to deal with the tapes.

You can totally short circuit them. You know at the end of 8 Mile Cheddar asks Rabbit what the other guy is gonna say and then laundry lists the stuff that Rabbit ends up doing the freestyle about? If you do that with your tapes, they gets all futzed and short circuited and takes them longer to repair themselves than if you just stress over them and feel like crap about yourself. Just acknowledging that you feel that way makes the tape go OMGWTFPOLARBEAR and then pass out.

Nice Boy not only likes carrots, TB is doing constant carrot recipe searches to find more things he might like.

Food Wooing is a strong suit of mine.

So far we have hits with my split pea soup, my zucchini soup, and the tamales that nobody knows where else to buy. Soon soon SOON I say he will develop a cold and three and a half cups of chicken soup will come out of my freezer and be dropped off at his office.

Oh yes, he will be mine.

I think Aimee's on to something there.

The Giving Tree, he just can't make himself identify with the humans in the stories.

Oh, I have such a visceral hatred for that book.

Ah, but I get the migraines whether or not the tape is playing. I can't sustain much of anything--attention, mood, effort, because there's a headache around every corner, every few hours.

Thing is, some of my tapes have a point. It's just that once they get past the point of motivation, they become dangerous.

I'm ignoring the tape conversation, because I just played all of them after being 7 minutes late picking Julia up at a birthday party.

Hil, any chance you're sick because you at the Lebonese food last night? That was you, right? I remember reading the post and thinking I could never eat that the day after I was sick.

Current tapes:

1) You're never going to get caught up on your schoolwork this semester. It's hopeless.

2) You're making too much of this schoolwork. If you'd just buckle down and do it, you'd be done already. You're hopeless.

3) Your house is a mess. Your house is always a mess. Why can't you just pull yourself together and get this place cleaned up? You're a hopeless mess.

I dislike The Giving Tree.

And, Trudy, I was extending the metaphor, not commenting on the food.

Kids are in a birthday party (we're having 4 all-afternoon parties this year). OMG, our drama goes to 11. Our drama over frigging crepe-paper streamers. Seriously.

And now there's biting. Bleeding Hell.

And now, the Drama Pair are back from the principal's office and playing together. What. The. Hell.

And, Trudy, I was extending the metaphor, not commenting on the food.

Oh, I got that... but I was just happy to babble!

And now, the Drama Pair are back from the principal's office and playing together. What. The. Hell.

Can you imagine if the Buffistas had a principal?!?!?