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#551
Feb 27, 2015, 12:59 PM
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Hello couch. Whew. The long sleeved t-shirt I wore today was the WRONG choice, I'm burning up. Have personal power surges now, must remember, wear short sleeves even in the winter. Homework for the week *almost* knocked out. Half the worday left until the weekend, whoopee, I think I'm going to celebrate by sleeping a LOT. Kids had no school today, can't wait to see the state of my house when I get there. I predict a trip to the park if the weather holds out, otherwise I predict chaos all night.
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#552
Feb 27, 2015, 01:03 PM
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I'm hungry. 30 minutes 'til lunch. I can't wait 'til I can eat on my own schedule.
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#553
Feb 27, 2015, 01:17 PM
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I was perhaps too old (25 or so) when I first saw ST to become a huge fan, but Spock is/was an ideal person. |
| WikidPissah
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#554
Feb 27, 2015, 01:18 PM
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Welcome to the Couch, Soccer mom!
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| Soccer mom
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#555
Feb 27, 2015, 01:19 PM
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Nasty weather day. Started snowing AFTER school started, so we are releasing early which is a nightmare unto itself. Should be leaving in about 15 minutes. Can't wait to exit the parking lot with 1800 teenaged drivers!
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| unaluna
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#556
Feb 27, 2015, 01:27 PM
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I think I can't be friends with anyone who doesn't like coffee.. or m&ms.. ACK!
 My day is almost done at school.. T at 4pm, its been a while. I can already feel myself get all anxious. Why? I have been doing this for three years now, nothing new! I am sure we will take a lot of time to process the info I found out from the lawyer and what this all means for me. For now, though... back to work.
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| LolaCabanna
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#557
Feb 27, 2015, 01:29 PM
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 I heard about Leonard Nimoy, kind of sad. This is a real trigger warning...talk about death
Possible trigger:
I am pulling out all of my St Patty's day stuff, and greening out my house. It totally clashes with my beachy colors, but it's only for a little bit. Could be worse, could be Christmas decorating...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I can't find my Murphy's Pub banner to put on my door...hmmmmm. Channa dal for lunch, still so hungry. Peanut m&m's would be great right about now.
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#558
Feb 27, 2015, 01:30 PM
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| JustShakey, WikidPissah
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#559
Feb 27, 2015, 01:41 PM
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 I redecorate every month - drives the mister crazy lol Away goes the red/pink and out comes the green
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#561
Feb 27, 2015, 01:46 PM
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As for decorating for St Paddy's day I never have.... I don't think its one of the bigger holidays in the south 
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Nothing really matters, does it? Last edited by LolaCabanna; Feb 27, 2015 at 02:12 PM. |
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#562
Feb 27, 2015, 01:56 PM
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Alright people. Repeat after me: St. Patrick's Day. Or Paddy's Day. Patty is a girl's name, not an Irish holiday. Thank you. This has been your public service announcement for the day. You can resume your normal couchly activities now
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| Ellahmae, WikidPissah
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#563
Feb 27, 2015, 02:02 PM
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It is good to get a reminder now and then that everything we write here is completely public. It is no coincidence that a certain member posts a huge block of mostly identical text to every thread about EMDR - I'm sure she has a Google search alert that emails her every time somebody starts a thread with "EMDR" in the title.
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#564
Feb 27, 2015, 02:11 PM
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| CantExplain
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#565
Feb 27, 2015, 02:45 PM
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Totally stopdogging it today. The ubiquitous THEY are trying to keep my client locked up basically because he is old and they are afraid that if he leaves the facility Medicaid won't pay the bill. He is not even being allowed to step outside for a breath of fresh air. He was competent when I talked to him and I am irate on his behalf.
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| LolaCabanna, WikidPissah
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| precaryous, ragsnfeathers, WikidPissah
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#566
Feb 27, 2015, 02:45 PM
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Eh, as long as you have some liquor in the house, you're good. Or at least some tea Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#567
Feb 27, 2015, 02:48 PM
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That's kinda crazy. Aren't even maximum security isolation inmates allowed out for air? Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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Feb 27, 2015, 03:07 PM
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#571
Feb 27, 2015, 03:48 PM
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*passes some ginger tea to Cat*
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#572
Feb 27, 2015, 03:48 PM
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I'm still hungry. Lunch was less than fabulous. Problems. I haz them...
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#573
Feb 27, 2015, 03:59 PM
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#574
Feb 27, 2015, 04:01 PM
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Sorry, can't supply that. Maybe some bacon? Or cake? Or an outing to a bar that doesn't smell of stale beer and sweat?
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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