Sounds good to me, Meara.
The thing is, I'm constantly recruited. But I have a lot at stake here with incentives. So, I stay. At the very least through bonus period. I need to see how all of the changes shake out.
[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.
Sounds good to me, Meara.
The thing is, I'm constantly recruited. But I have a lot at stake here with incentives. So, I stay. At the very least through bonus period. I need to see how all of the changes shake out.
Deena! *extreeeemely gentle tacklehug*
Laura, it's so hard. And you're doing the absolute best thing you can do for B. And it's just hard. You have all my respect and admiration for going about it this way.
I'm glad I'm not in the dating pool.
Although I wasn't actually looking for a date when I met Will, so there's the possibility of finding love in unexpected (online) places.
I haven't had horrible dates, well I'm sure I've had a couple where *I* was the horrible date but the one really bad date I was on I only said yes because I felt obligated and it was bad. The guy was clueless and not very well read - and he worked at a library (although not a librarian).
P-C sometimes you have to learn how to do new things and sometimes learning new things means taking some chances and those chances not working out.
Recently I was in a situation where I overreacted in a very negative way. But my therapist pointed out I dealt with a situation in an entirely differently way than I had before. I reacted the way I did because I have more self confidence and am a bit more assertive.
The way I reacted wasn't positive but the changes were and I'll learn from this and next time maybe I'll react in a much more positive manner.
Have some old working incandescent bulbs to donate. Some normal, some designed for a chandalier , some designed for some kind of spotlight. Since they are incandescent there is no mercury and they can be thrown out. But I'm trying to figure out if there is any kind of organization who could use them since they are working bulbs. We have tons of small theaters around here, but if they so no I don't know where else. Local free boxes say no.
P-C sometimes you have to learn how to do new things and sometimes learning new things means taking some chances and those chances not working out.
It's definitely more likely that someone will meet a potential partner if they get out and do things, but I gotta say that just reading P-C's FB posts exhausts me, because he does ALL THE THINGS. I mean, really. I'm envious of all the cool stuff he does.
So, I saw my new psychiatrist today, who is from England and has a great accent and is really very nice. He actually read part of what he wrote in his file about me, which was both awkward and kinda cool to hear.
Anyway, we are going to be changing my medicine to see if I can be stable on something else and lose weight. But he doesn't change medicine in winter because people get so depressed, and he said moreso in Vermont than when he was in Rhode Island. And he's going to try me on lithium, which I actually took before.
If I understand correctly he's willing to try lithium and if that doesn't work tegretol, and if those don't work then it's back on the Seroquel. Lithium has it's own side effects and issues but weight gain isn't one of them.
Have some old working incandescent bulbs to donate.
I'd take 'em. I hate compact fluorescents!
Yeah PC does tons of cool stuff. But "learn new things" I meant more like, learn new behaviors or ways of how you interact with the world.
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Problem is a lot of the incandescents are not standard. Tiny fancy ones for chandliers. Or big spotlight thingies. I don't even know what they were for.
Thanks, my Beverly. That's nice.
I am SO tired I can't sit up straight, just waiting for toilet time for Aidan (I could swear that was an Ernie book). The concert went well, except that Aidan was autistic, and when he made his funky noises, some of the kids around Kara also made the noises, and she felt they were mocking him and got sad. And then, at the end, all the 5th graders are coming off the stage, and I'm watching, and I'm watching, and of course, she's the last one off, and at least 25 feet behind. Still, they played recognizable music, which was not what I was led to expect from the note home asking for parental support at the concert.