I'm researching social security and returning to work. Boy, if anything can make your head spin, it's that. I'm amazed anyone keeps it straight.
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Suzi is mean! It's Sunday, dang it.
True, but for the east coasters it is NOON. And the thread was TOO QUIET.
I'm doing more house research online and then we are going shopping and then I fly home. Somewhere in there I should get dressed, I guess.
Buffista Dream Alert:
Last night I dreamt that Teppy was showing me this huge, honking ginormous glittery sparkly choker made of white and blue diamonds with a big shimmery pendant in the middle, that she had chosen as her wedding jewelry. She and The Boy were getting married soon and, while she hadn't picked out a dress yet, she knew that this was definitely The Choker. And, really, it was very impressive, exactly the kind of jewelry you'd fall for and decide to build the entire rest of your outfit around.
"Wow," I said, "it's stunning. It's fit for a queen to be married in!"
"Well," Tep said, "The Boy is ninth in line for the Irish throne."
"Huh. I wonder if anyone ninth in line has ever reached the throne. We should ask Aimée or Susan about that."
So Teppy may secretly be the Queen of Ireland.
Cool dream JZ.
I think you inspired everyone else to nap, hoping to dream such wonderfulness.
So Teppy may secretly be the Queen of Ireland.
Secretly?!? What do you mean, *secretly*?
Okay, okay. I'm not Queen.
Yet.
The Boy is 100% German on both sides, so he probably won't be taking the Irish throne any time soon.
(Actually, *my* family is part Irish, and our family lore is that, back in the day in Cork, there were 2 McCarthy clans: one was royalty, and one was horse thieves. And we're pretty damn sure, knowing us, that we ain't royalty.)
(No, I have no idea if the "2 clans" story is even true, but it amuses us to tell it.)
I just saw a commerical with Sharon Lawrence "actress and WWF supporter" and thought "why is there a serious commerical about wrestling?"
ha! that is exactly why the World Wildlife Foundation sued (and won) to get the wrestlers to change their name/initials. Apparently they had trouble booking hotel rooms, the hotels feared broken furniture and throngs of fans.
I am so glad I recorded Meet The Press today. Ralph Nader outlined why he is running again. Also a great segment on the "speech plagerism".
Aside from that, I'm avoiding my taxes. Yesterday I managed to finish cataloging and ripping all my Rock/Pop CD's, over 50 gig (300+ cd's). Now I have compilations, soundtracks, jazz and classical. Oy.
o dear god. I'm watching golf. What has happened to me? Granted, it's a skins match. But they got the players all mic'd up, so it's interesting to hear their thought process, and them hamming to the crowd.
Granted, it's a skins match
Tiger Woods without a shirt on?
I always knew Teppy was Queen of something. It was only a matter of time to find out what.
t stoopid brain TMI
So I'm in a much better headspace today, and I think I figured out why. The downside to taking meds in the morning is that I am not very awake in the mornings, and therefore am subject to occasional memory lapses. Friday morning, I couldn't for the life of me remember is I had taken my AD (and I didn't want to accidently take two), so I assumed I had and went to work. Friday was fine, but Saturday...well, even though I definitely took my pill on Saturday, I think that the 24-hour depression is a pretty good indicator that I screwed up on Friday. Blech. I'm really glad that's passed. I really don't like myself when I'm depressed, especially that incapable-of-getting-off-the-couch kind of depressed. I think I may need to put my pills on the sink each night and then stick them in the medicine cabinet once I've taken one in the morning so that I have a foolproof way to make sure that doesn't happen again.
Fwiw, I am madly in love with this AD. Not only does it tame my chronic depression nicely (without taking away anything from the normal range of my emotions), it also helps my ADHD! Oh, and it doesn't cause weight gain. Always a bonus since I'm still trying to lose the 20 lbs I gained on the old ADs.
t /stoopid brain TMI