Thanks, amych! Have I mentioned yet today how much I love this community? Everyone here is making this so much easier for me.

Have I mentioned yet today how much I love this community?

I was thinking that just a little bit ago. About something completely else, but still. I love that at any buffista's even slight irritation, we have his/her back, and that's not even counting the big, life altering stuff. I love that I actually feel joy when cool stuff happens to us. I love that I'm totally comfortable flying halfway across the country to hang out with people I've never met in person, but am dying to meet. I love how we fill in the gaps for each other. We're forgiving of peoples' guac incidents. We're smart and kind. And, really, I'm just honored to be one of us. Dude. I'm a friggin' buffista.

I just won a Le Creuset pot from an ebay auction. I paid a little more than I meant to, but I still saved significantly over retail. I can't wait for it to get here!

The Bitches always come through. Today meara and Vortex wrote pages of suggestions for what the DH and I should eat/see/do in D.C. We feel very lucky.

Today was the first time I've met meara face to face, and I have so say meara's pictures don't do her justice -- she's beautiful in a picture but she's radiant in person.

And Vortex? She's just awesome.

I've never met Vortex, but I've had loads of fun with Meara! She bought me a steak in KC, and we stole a salt shaker together in Chicago!

ION, I broke down and bought a new bra. $49 is a large chunk for me nowadays, but I'm down to two fancy bras, and one extreeeemly old broken down nag of a bra for everyday.

My boobies are so grateful. It's pink and push-up and NEW and my breasteses are back up where they should be. Go, team bra!

Erin and Vortex need to get together the way that Daisy and Juliana need to get together. They have very compatible vibes.

My boobies are so grateful. It's pink and push-up and NEW and my breasteses are back up where they should be. Go, team bra!

I need to do this. I kept saying if I ever got an actual date from this Internet dating thing, I'd go out and buy a really good bra. I think, maybe, I need to change my criteria for a new bra.

Well, I finally napped. For 3.5 hours. And now I've got about 20 hours worth of work to do before class tomorrow. Hope it was a good, sustaining nap!

Yay for vw napping.

Not so yay for DJ's icky guilty weird feeling.

And really not yay for cindy's sick younguns.

I love that at any buffista's even slight irritation, we have his/her back, and that's not even counting the big, life altering stuff. I love that I actually feel joy when cool stuff happens to us. I love that I'm totally comfortable flying halfway across the country to hang out with people I've never met in person, but am dying to meet. I love how we fill in the gaps for each other. We're forgiving of peoples' guac incidents. We're smart and kind. And, really, I'm just honored to be one of us. Dude. I'm a friggin' buffista.

Yay for vw napping.

Not so yay for DJ's icky guilty weird feeling.

And really not yay for cindy's sick younguns.

What Andi said.

I've been trying to play catch up for daaaaayyys, and I finally had to skip. I missed Libkitty's birthday, so sorry! but I'm pleased to hear it was good. I wish you a year of light and laughter, good work to do and satisfaction from it. I wish you joy.

The ADD stuff is fascinating. I've never been formally diagnosed, with the tests and the glayvin, but talking with my GPs and my various counselors over the years, everybody's pretty convinced. I was frowning a little during Teppy's shiny-thing explanation, but the clarification after put it in stark focus. Yup, that's it.

I'm atypical though, rather than acting *out* on my inbility to focus, I withdrew into my head. There are forty-seven hundred squirrel cages in here, all full, and all going a mile a minute. I've managed to forge paths through the cages to accomplish things I need to do, and as long as I don't deviate from those habitual paths, I pretty much succeed, day to day.

I've lived with H for decades, and finally, a week or two ago, after we'd gotten into a bit of a barney over "I TOLD you!" "Well, that wasn't what I HEARD!" he finally understood that my brain doesn't work like his does, or like most peoples' do. He looked at me in something like awe, when he finally grasped the effort that goes into getting through an ordinary day.

Medication would probably help, but at this stage in my life, enh. I'd probably miss the squirrels.