Couch 134 - The Untriquadium Couch

Your Fabio story just needs some action. If you know what I mean.

Why is there no wiggling-eyebrows emoticon? I need one if I'm going to fulfill my destiny as the Couch's Nanny Ogg.

I'm working a 10 HR shift

10 hour shifts are exhausting. Starting April 3rd, I will be doing that 5 days a week. 8am-6pm.

Yaeah, and i have to be on my feet for 9.5 hours

It's pms time for me so, let's hop on the emotional roller-coaster

Ugh! I did a lot of those in January. Wishing you the best shift possible!

I'm 6 hours into it, 4 more to go

Hope these last 4 hours go by quick

How about this one? : lol :

Ugh. Just done with that. And I have irregular ones that last 3-4 weeks. Hell. I've just started letting my therapist in on this torture after years of not mentioning it. It makes me happy to have a male therapist because he can't presume to know.

Michael Stipe - my type of sexy.

me too, i was just thinking about her.

Hi! Wow! I missed the start of the new couch. I've been in a weird place for a bit.

Tried to catch up, decided to just say "hey!"

The cushions are beautiful! May I have one? I may just sit and hang for a bit.

((( good to see y'all hug )))

Hi Trail!

Hey! Hope it's not too much of a bad weird place.

A hare cushion for you (hares are good at running!):

I honestly think I have PMDD

Hi Art! *waves back*. So good to see you!

Thank you!! I absolutely love it!! *hugs the bunny/hare pillow* it feels safe here. Thank you!

Thanks for the laughs, friends.

I think I want in on the sand dance. I could rock some moves. And I guarantee it would scare anyone straight. Remember in the olden days when they would take juvenile delinquents into high security prisons to scare them into behaving? Or maybe I only remember that because I was a juvenile delinquent.

That's super rough. I went on the pill because of my PMS, but the pill can worsen depression

I am on an emotional roller coaster lately and I wish someone would stop the train so I could get off!! This evening, son said he wanted to talk to me, soon, but that he was nervous about it because he was afraid that I would be sad. I'm all, take a deep breath art, it'll be okay, and then said "What's up? I'm here." And he dove right in. Said that he and 3 of his friends are starting to talk about moving into an apartment. 3 of the 4 have steady jobs, and the 4th just had a 2nd interview today so hopes to be employed soon. He said he's had offers from other friends to move in with them but he didn't trust them to always come up with their share of the rent. The other 3 guys now, are really good kids, one I've known for several years and consider my "son from another mother" and he's like a brother to my son. He said he talked about it with his therapist today and she was all for him working towards that goal. I thanked him for talking with me about it and I promised him that I am not sad - I said, I knew this was coming at some point, you're 18! I guess a little part of me is sad at my baby continuing to grow up but mostly I am excited for him, that he has good friends like these are, at him being able to start living his own life, excited for him that his therapy is having such a positive effect on him already, and emboldened by him as well that if he is feeling strong enough to look at living his own life then I shouldn't be so afraid of making MY own choices too.... so I am feeling very hopeful this evening and not heartbroken like I was all week up until this evening.

Oh I can't wait to see t next week!!

I'll drum for the sand dancers! And play my singing bowl at special intervals during the dancing.

I am a parent.. but let me say, parents who call the school crying contesting the results of a spelling bee.. because their child went out on the first round annoy the hell out of me.

Or being annoyed that your child's project didn't win a ribbon because b/c it was obviously done by the parent. Ugh, thank god this week is over.

The weekend will be spent drinking alcohol hall, watching basket ball and cursing out t in my head.

Oh, and I got fired this week.. it was a part time job. And I hated it, but we need the money. I haven't told my husband. I had only worked one shift, the next one my son had the flu and I had to call in and this week, I was just too depressed to go in. And I didn't call in.. I just did not show up. So it was my bad.. T response was you were taking care of your son, and yourself. Because god forbid he agrees that I do something bad or wrong or something. Why can't he just agree that I am a horrible person??

They have a show about that