Couch 129: The Semiprime Couch

I told my chiro i read his blog, he wrote about losing 30 lbs. I told him that unlike him, i DO have a cabbage deficiency. He knew what was up right away, so smart, my thyroid.

Atat, if you got yourself a nice male t, then you could learn to like and trust and negotiate with nice men. Thats what i did. Unfortunately it took til i turned 100 years old. Maybe if you start younger than i did?

Tell her for the love of god not to set up a Cafe Press store.

As soon as I noticed that I should have hightailed it.

And if not then, then when she compared our mothers (who sound nothing alike).

Thank you. I think you're right. I voiced the concerns. Now I need to stay out of it. I don't like being in the middle especially when it's me putting myself there.

Shes smarter than i ever gave her credit for!!!

I always found my mother to be an overly emotional out of control sort. I was much more in tune with my more reserved father. My brother was exactly the opposite - he is a touchy feely woowoo weeper who was much more in tune with my mother. He and my father found each other very frustrating a lot of the time in adolescence and early adulthood and did not speak the same language at all. I found my mother's emotional responses confusing. They love each other, my dad is a good grandfather etc. I loved my mother and she loved me - but we really did not understand each other. My father going to my mother and telling her to communicate differently with me or vice versa would have been like me and ex hankster trying to understand each other.
It is just different styles as I see it.

The first one has done that with my mother and her mother- I think the first one just makes **** up.

The ones who observe sometimes make entertaining comments.

She's not very tech-savvy at all, so I think having a store would be beyond her. I am picturing some cookie-cutter "Web Site for T's" template. I used to be a web designer, in what feels like a previous life now, so I am sure I am going to be very nit-picky when I look at it for the first time! At least, internally. I might not tell her.

I also have a smoked meat deficiency.

And the ones who entertain, can do so well because they observe....

I wish we could all go camping together and sit around a big bonfire. It would be so awesome.

I have a Klonopin deficiency. My pdoc refuses to treat it.

I am not sure I find this is generally true. I think this is quite a bit more dependent upon other factors. I think a lot of them entertain for other reasons not nearly as outwardly focused.

Do your son and husband camp?

OR did you mean the couch inhabitants? In which case - ack.

I don't camp (it involves dirt and sometimes mud). SD and I will keep the home fires burning in the Couch room.

Okay - a crazy ex therapist's description on amazon (I do not know the woman):
...has previously worked as a psychotherapist, a journalist and a non-fiction author. She has a deep love of story, which she believes is at the heart of human nature. She first declared, at five years old, that she wanted to be a writer but was told there was little options of it being a full time job. Undeterred, she started writing short stories, plays and mini novels. She became known for writing plays at primary school including casting and directing the performances. She then grew up and went to university, studied sensible subjects and decided she didn't like the 'real world' one bit. She started out as a freelance journalist and writer, sending off short stories to every magazine she could find and received rejection after rejection until she learnt to better her writing. As a journalist, she was somewhat of a failure as she didn't like upsetting people and therefore never made it to tabloid press. She then studied a part time degree in psychology, which she enjoyed more than her past studied subjects. Caroline then spent years working with other people helping them shape their personal life stories (she is a Freudian at heart) until she decided to take the plunge and write her own stories full time. She believes that writing fiction is now the only way she can stay sane. Euphemia Martins was partly inspired by the family legend of her great, great grandmother, who ran away from a very rich family and ended up working in service. Unlike Euphemia, she found the life far too hard, but was rescued by a tobacconist, whom she married and with whom she had thirteen children. Murder casts a sharp light over those around it, revealing characters and morality in unique sharpness. What forces one to take the life of another and how those around react reveals so much about human nature and the fragility of society. Caroline finds the period before WW1, when everyone was setting their playing pieces on the board for global conflict fascinating. She is also intrigued by the start of female emancipation and the class-system breakdown that was taking hold. Caroline loves puzzles and finds human beings the most exciting puzzles of all. But above all, she believes life must be enjoyed with humour. We must all bring whatever light we can to the darkness."

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0...WFX&pldnSite=1

I guess I'm thinking specifically of some of the more intelligent comedians who make hilarious commentaries on what they have observed in people.

Either that, or I was just trying to be clever.

Your picture is very real and clarifying. It's very pretty. Fire, I believe, is a clarifier. A cleanser. Just my first thought. If it was my dream.

That writing is just ack, SD. If others are permitted to use that expression...

Everyone is free to let their ack out.

If she wrote this blurb, and it is representative of her writing in her novels...I do not think I could read them.

What a word soup.

Thank you! That's what t said about the fire too! That it's a cleansing thing. When she asked what I thought about the buildings I said it's like old structures are crumbling and falling away for me. I'm doing my best to keep the dream a living thing until we talk again in 5 days. I so adore dream work.

It is word soup, but on the other hand it's hard to write those things. When I published my book of poems a couple years back I so struggled with what to write about myself that I ended up with barely anything. Just some little blurb that was barely one sentence. If I ever finish my 2nd book, I hope I can do better.

It sounds like it is speaking to you. It comes in pieces is what I have experienced.

Crud. Went to climb into bed only to discover the cat had upchucked on it. Second time in two weeks. This is getting old.

There's nothing wrong with her and I haven't changed her food lately. She just throws up about once a week. It used to be three times a week so I should be glad.