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  • Accidental CT

    Judg, I did apply there, online. Went in the next day to show them my face in person, and discovered it was a 'secure site': no getting in without an appointment. Talked to someone via the intercom who said there wasn't anyone there I could talk to, and that I would receive an email if they wanted to interview me. Well, they didn't. I guess I don't even make the grade for a shipping clerk or custodian job.

    On to nicer things...

    The craft fair went great!

    First, I got a lot of chatting time with my friend on the drive up there. (And she brought kolaches! )

    Second, it was very cold during the morning. I could feel my legs just chilling down. Previous to my cold water baths, I would have thought this was a negative, but this time, I just thought, 'cool, I am activating my brown fat without even getting into the tub!'

    Third, managed to refrain from mentioning this to anyone, so I wasn't faced with THOSE looks.

    Fourth, got quite a bit of quilting and knitting done throughout the day.

    Fifth, many people liked my bags! Inner creative child feels validated!

    Sixth, I made $160!!!

    Seventh, wine and a cheeseburger at the end of the day. And someone else did the driving. Very nice. Then I fell asleep at 8:00pm, and slept through until 9:30am. Yep, you read that right: 13 1/2 hours of sleep!

    Today I am off to vote! I dislike the electronic machines (insert computer manipulation rant here!) and they no longer offer paper ballots at the local polling places(insert voter disenfranchisement rant here!) so I am driving up to the County Election Office with my voter registration card (insert don't mess with me, because I know the law rant here!).

    Since this is a trek, I am doing every possible errand that takes place on or near my driving route, to get the most from my gas. Ending with a visit with a friend on that side of town.

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    • Glad you made a good day out of it.

      No computer manipulation here. Votes are hand-counted in Canada. I've done a couple of them as a polling clerk, so I have direct experience of the counting process. And no, it is not inefficient. It only takes about half an hour for any one team to do the counting and reporting, political parties are allowed to have scrutineers supervising the process. Results are tabulated very quickly and the networks are calling the election as soon as polls close on the West Coast. It would go faster, but they're not allowed by law to declare the results before voting is actually over for everyone.
      5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
      Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
      Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again

      More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
      - Lewis Mumford

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      • I get 'chilled' here at work and always relish it even though being cold is less than comfortable. Every day is a CT day in my office.
        Primal since March 5, 2012
        SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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        • CT day????
          1. Love ME no matter what noises are screaming at me, or who is trying to tear me down.
          2. Eat to heal
          3. Move to live
          4. Embrace today
          5. Live with intention
          6. Respect my body
          7. Cultivate joy
          8. Find my passion
          9. Meditate on peace in my soul

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          • Cold thermogenesis, I think.
            5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
            Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
            Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again

            More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
            - Lewis Mumford

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            • Crisis after crisis. Be back when I can.

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              • We'll be here waiting for you! Sorry it is not going well - you are in our prayers!
                Start weight: 225.5 lbs Feb 14th 2012. Height: 5'7"
                Primal low: 186 lbs
                Current weight: 221.4 lbs
                Goal weight: 140 lbs

                "You are free to choose, BUT you are not free from the consequences of your choices."

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                • Thinking of You.
                  Primal since 9/24/2010
                  "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                  MFP username: MDAPebbles67

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                  • Thinking of and missing you. I hope all is ok.
                    Primal since March 5, 2012
                    SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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                    • me too..........
                      1. Love ME no matter what noises are screaming at me, or who is trying to tear me down.
                      2. Eat to heal
                      3. Move to live
                      4. Embrace today
                      5. Live with intention
                      6. Respect my body
                      7. Cultivate joy
                      8. Find my passion
                      9. Meditate on peace in my soul

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                      • Me fifteen.
                        5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
                        Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
                        Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again

                        More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
                        - Lewis Mumford

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                        • Sabine, do I need to drive my ass out there and rez you? Seriously, chica, I hope all is well or getting well. Thinking of you.
                          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                          • Raising my head slowly over the ridge...

                            THAT was a challenging week.

                            We lost our phone/computer service and I had to endure many frustrating conversations with machines, trying to reach people. Those automated customer service directories can be nightmares. It brought me to tears twice. I was shouting into the phone, "human being, operator, supervisor, please, just let me speak to a real person!" by the end.

                            All the people I managed to speak with were polite, but not able to help us much. It ended with technicians being sent, and sent, and sent, and much non-communication, and 4 1/2 days of no service. Finally they found the fault in a connection box somewhere, and we were reconnected. What a relief!

                            I love my library, but walking there twice a day to check emails, and for the kids to do homework, when every other soul who doesn't have a computer is doing the same thing, is not my favorite way of passing my life. And downright tricky when it comes to job searching. How do people do it? I am so grateful to be hooked up to the wires again!

                            Now, I just have to see about getting our bill pro-rated, but as it means calling their automated line, I am dreading it.

                            Also, our vehicle broke down. More tears. Just me, but Honey was on the edge. It led to him confessing how inadequate he feels, that he can't provide for us. Lots of emotions, trying to support each other without losing it.

                            Plus, no wheels for two days. Middlest ended up staying with a friend who lives close to her school.

                            And it cost $800, wiping out all the cushion I was holding for college applications, winter coats, gas, the vet, you know, that little stuff. It was all earmarked, but it felt good to have it there, knowing we weren't down to our last hundred bucks.

                            Well, back to the edge with us!

                            I am so glad we had it, though. We must have transportation. Middlest could ride her bike (through the darkness ) in a pinch, but it is vital that Honey be able to get to job interviews without any last-minute wrangling. There is some public transportation in our area, but you can't always get to where you want to go, and having to walk two miles at the end can make for long travel times. Just not mentally acceptable when you are concentrating on making a good impression.

                            We got shots for Chica, had her tested for heartworm (clear!) and started her on the monthly pills. I didn't want to spend it, after the car, but it needed to be done for her health, and our peace of mind. Than as we were walking back from the vet, who should pull up as we passed his house, but our neighbor! I felt obligated to ask if he wanted to take her, so she spent the night over there. Back at our door bright and early, though. I popped that first pill into her lickety-split.

                            Last crisis, Halloween Candy. Ate so much CRAP that I felt ill two nights in a row. All my own fault, which only makes it worse. And we spent MONEY on it. Double ugh.

                            Beacons of loveliness:
                            Middlest got her first college acceptance, one day after she submitted her application online.

                            Honey got a call at 5pm on Friday with a quick phone screen, and has two more screens set up for next week. In the desert of contact that is a week of scrambling at the library, and wondering what people are thinking when they get the recoded message that 'this is not a working number', it was good to have something positive happen.

                            Got some stuff done. Filing, sorting, throwing out. Made the house physically and mentally nicer to be in.

                            And now, in the spirit of NO MORE BREAD, at least for one day, I am going to make myself a breakfast of beef and onions.

                            Then go catch up on everyone's journals. That will be a journey!

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                            • Oh Sabine, what a time for you! But you will survive all this, and will someday look back and be grateful for how much better things are in your future present, if you catch what I mean. Speaking from experience here.
                              5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
                              Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
                              Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again

                              More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
                              - Lewis Mumford

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                              • Oh, yuck! Honey, that crap blows worse than a tornado. Hoping and praying for y'all. Congratulations to Middlest! I know that's always a nerve wracking time.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
                                My Latest Journal

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