Couch 53 Bringing it All Back Home

Thanks muchly. I'm writing crap and questions down so I don't lose any of the thoughts while they are still fresh.

So you guys may know from my thread that I emailed my T last week. I keep forgetting what I emailed him. I have gone back at least three times to re-read it, and then I'm like, oh yeah, I probably need to to discuss that, and then ten minutes later, I have no idea what I wrote again. I cannot remember what I wrote, but thinking about talking to him tomorrow has me on edge of throwing up and I have a horrible headache. I wish I was not a crazy person.

MKAC love your craziness....it makes you , you. If none of us were crazy we would have never met!

We're all here because we're not all there, MKAC.

But I really don't think you're actually crazy. Just print out your email to bring with you and look at it as often as you need to.

(MKAC)
Part of the reason that I write emails and send them to T is because I often forget everything important that is going on in my life. I tend to walk in and think that I've had a good week until T brings up an email that I sent when I was a basket case due to something pretty serious and it will realize to my horror/surprise/embarrassment, that it had slipped my mind. It is very frustrating and I think impeded my ability to work on things in the past because anything negative would just disappear. T suggested emailing and that has helped immensely. Seems that it was somehow an effective coping mechanism for me in the past, but really annoying now.

MKAC, I'd imagine that we are all a bit on the crazier side of the continuum around here. LOL.

Seriously, though....It must be frustrating. I know, for me, that I tend to forget things that I've emailed or talked about with T. My defense mechanisms kick in, and that internal critic starts getting louder, telling me all sorts of reasons why whatever it was was unimportant and pathetic.

Good afternoon!

MKAC keep reading it and bring in a copy of it tomorrow so you hav eit to reference. i know it is hard and you probibly keep forgetting because it is hard for you to deal with but i can almost promice it will be ok with your T.

HEY! Who are you all calling crazy? Not me I hope. Sheesh.

Little niece is sitting here next to me. (don't worry, she can't read yet) She does, however, want to know a few things:
Pointing at MKAC's post "What's the dog's name? He's soooooo cute, I love black dogs"
Pointing at Mastodon's :"OH a kitty! What's the kitty's name? He's soooooo cute, I love black kitties with purple bows"
Pointing at CritterLady: "FOXES! Look Auntie! Are those at the Cape Wildlife Center Hospital Animal Doctor Clinic? Where's their mommy?"
And down to MUE: "That's scary Auntie, she needs to go to the doctor"

So...what are the dog and kitty's names so that I can tell her?

I was thinking of this for my profile picture. Thoughts? And hey lil niece

Ramses :-)
(That's my RL boy cat, who is black and a little white, and who is VERY cuddly.)

Thanks! Ramses, she likes that. And she's gone to go play with her little pound puppy action set. And thanks MKAC for pm'ing about your dog.

I think the profile pic is a bit scary! But it's your profile, so go for it!

LOL, thanks for reminding me, wiki, that my pic is pretty awful. It's one of the drawings of the book I was working on, that I paid my illustrator to create depicting my view of my migraines. I think it's time for a change. My other illustrations aren't rainbows and unicorns, so I'll have to figure something out.

Edited to add: Changed my avatar to a pic of my psycho kitty.

Sitting out on the deck overlooking the lake. Finally a breeze. It's been stifling all day. H WILL get the a/c going tonight.

My mother called me on my cell while I was out picking up my niece:

<breathing heavily> "Oh god wiki, I've been calling you for hours. You are impossible to reach, I just don't know what to do, I get so worried" (I was only gone for min, and I saw her yesterday) "My checking account is really low, and I am so scared, I need you to transfer money today" (I looked at it this morning, there's a balance of $750) "If you can't be available to take care of these things, I will have to find someone else (GOOD! And she'd better be willing to pay them...or maybe let my brother do it so he can pilfer all her gold) So I told her who I would suggest doing it. And she asks "she won't charge me as much as she charged me to do my taxes will she?" ($75, and she got her a refund of a few thousand, when the woman hasn't paid taxes in years).

S h i t.

I know, I know, stop complaining. I can stop doing her books any time. BUT...she's near death, and I'm gonna get some of that gold, so I may as well keep a close eye on it, right? Dang...after all these years of torment, I should at least get a few bars.

(((()))) ((((()))))

Wiki i love your niece stories!! She is so articulate!

ETA: at least there's gold - mine is leaving it all at the casino.

Anybody ever get the urge to be "bad" whatever bad looks like in your life?

New invention Hanksta...
The infinity hug

(∞ hanksta ∞)

ha ha ha.... I like it.
(∞ Healed ∞)

I am always bad. For me that means eating a bag of sour patch kids. Or setting up my mother in a cruel attempt to push her buttons when she irritates me. Every one is bad sometimes, even Mother Theresa. (unlike the falsehood that we are all crazy, I'm still getting over the pain of that comment)

i will not drink mass amounts of tequila tonight i will not drink mass amounts of tequila tonight i will not drink OK maybe a small amount who the hell am i kidding that this would work

ha ha Chickie....I'll drink it for you...
Everyone sing the tequila song.
(aka the Peewee Herman song)

Da da da da da da da

I like getting home from work so early... usually I've just left work but this week I'm working 7 to 4pm to coordinate with my boy's summer camp pickup times... I never seem to be able to be on when other people are on...

It works for bart simpson every week doesn't it??

(∞ READY ∞)

ha ha ha...
good to "see" you!

I don't have a lot of experience drinking... I only drank when it was illegal... (really under 18) and it was either cheap wine (like red riunite) or a mix of hard liquor... we all would contribute what we had... ( I would steal liquor from the cabinets of the people I would babysit for... I would mark the bottles and then water them down) usually whisky and bourbon... don't think I've had tequila

We were party in the middle of a corn field kind of people... but it was the 80s so instead of pickups it was Camaros and TransAms

Goodnight, couchinistas.