meara, when my first boyfriend and I got together, he was 39 and I was 25. Relationship ended because of distance after I moved out of the area for a job. But I remember him fondly.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
The judge gave me 'til Apr 16th to vacate the old place and I hope to be out much sooner than that..
There's a time-management idea about writing down things as they occur to you, so you can get them out of your head and then review them later and I guess order them in terms of timeliness, or however you get shit done.
My brain is a ridiculous whirlwind of about 50 work-related things and 100 wedding-related things, and then stuff like, oh, clean the bathroom before the Board of Health nukes the house from orbit.
So I'm trying to write things down so I can prioritize them later, only as soon as I write down one thing, three more things come to mind. My to-do list is a hydra. No, it's made of Tribbles!
Burrell, how old were you and your DH when you met?
I was 30, he was 20.
I find making lists really decreases my stress level. When I calm myself down enough to stop and make a list, that is.
Making lists stresses me out, because instead of a vague unsettling feeling that I have Too Much To Do, a list gives me concrete knowledge that I have too much to do.
Making lists stresses me out, because instead of a vague unsettling feeling that I have Too Much To Do, a list gives me concrete knowledge that I have too much to do.
Bingo. My list is fucking hilarious. And I just thought of one more thing to add to it.
I find making lists really decreases my stress level. When I calm myself down enough to stop and make a list, that is.
This. As I remember the same thing over and over, it's a new "gotta remember that!" each time. If I write it down, it's safely remembered and my brain can chill the heck out - at least until the next new thing pops in.
Oh, lord, I love spring, but the changing weather really plays hell with my joints. Ow.
Wow, quiet thread.
My head has been pounding all day, but now, at (early) bedtime, I realize that I missed taking my pills last night, so I'm wondering if it's from missing a dose of AD.
Somewhat relatedly, my in-laws arrive tomorrow to help pack.