I did that test!

I hated it. It was boring and took too long. I was joking with my therapist that the real test was that you could tell you have ADD when you get too bored pressing the space bar and just wander away.

How do they test for that?

See, I thought they'd do something like have you watch a Ken Burns documentary while dangling a quarter just visible out of the corner of your eye and time how long it would take you to go "Ooh, shiny!"

See, I thought they'd do something like have you watch a Ken Burns documentary while dangling a quarter just visible out of the corner of your eye and time how long it would take you to go "Ooh, shiny!"

We did have a conversation that included "shiny" and "ferret brained" which was oddly buffista-like in nature.

yay for diagnosis

good for making phone calls!

Here is the deal with house buying. We bought a house in a neighborhood that I never want to leave. So my plan is to stay here forever. And slowly do the stuff we want to do in order to improve the house. some small projects, some big projects. I like doing them as long as I get some breaks from the chaos. I admit that at the moment there are some day to day money things that get to me. However, if we had to sell under desperate terms - we could sell at the low end of what our house is worth and have enough money here for a year - two years in a lot of other places. I feel blessed.

I think shiny and ferret-brained should be used more often in combination.

I am being a responsible homeowner and avoiding taming the jungle that is know as my yard. I might have to take before and after pictures to reward myself.

I hardly recognize beth's posts now that she's got spellcheck.

I hardly recognize beth's posts now that she's got spellcheck.

no extra e's or reversed letters

Aimee, get some rest. May your dreams be sweet enough to grant a bit of peace.

::hugs on Aimee, and skips everything else to say...:

I think I have a job, if I want it. At a family-run kennel, for cash under the table, maybe twenty (or more) hours a week. Essentially cleaning up poop and pee, walking the hounds, and scrubbing place down every day.

I'm kind of unreasonably excited by this.

Dear Skinny People of the World:

If you are out on a walk with a fat friend who is having to breathe a little deeper than you on the hills, please do not bother to lecture about how to lose weight. In particular do not go on and on about how bad for you the Atkins Diet is if you "tried" it but didn't actually follow the instructions. Trust me, while you are flapping your gums, your fat friend will be NOT be thinking, "Wow, this skinny person really knows all about it, her advice is so NEW and Different. I should really do what she says!" In reality, your fat friend will be pondering your lack of reading comprehension skills, and trying to find a polite way to say, "Shut the fuck up before I beat you to death with a cluestick." If you observe that your fat friend replies to all your brilliant weight loss tips, "Yes, I got down to a size 24 that way once," you may rest assured that the fourth time your fat friend says that, what it really means is, "Where's that cluestick? I need to jam it into your mouth to shut you up." No, really. Just stop.

TA ever so, No love, your fat friend

X-posty with LJ