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  • OH! Friday or Thursday, I found out more about my suicidal kid. Apparently, he was under the impression that everyone wanted him dead, so there was no point in living. His friends were trying to convince him otherwise and one of them said "Mrs. [Knight] even left the class room for half the class trying to find you the day she gave you that referral." He looks at me and goes "Really?!" "Yeah. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have gone to make sure you were still alive." He gets this look on his face that was almost as epiphany, something like "maybe my friends aren't lying" and says "Wow. Ok."
    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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    • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
      OH! Friday or Thursday, I found out more about my suicidal kid. Apparently, he was under the impression that everyone wanted him dead, so there was no point in living. His friends were trying to convince him otherwise and one of them said "Mrs. [Knight] even left the class room for half the class trying to find you the day she gave you that referral." He looks at me and goes "Really?!" "Yeah. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have gone to make sure you were still alive." He gets this look on his face that was almost as epiphany, something like "maybe my friends aren't lying" and says "Wow. Ok."
      Aww poor kid. ;(

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      • I was saddened that he felt that way. I honestly wanted to tell him "prove them wrong, prove you deserve to live by making something more awesome of yourself," but I was afraid of crossing a line.
        I think I'm temporarily going to drop PHD and go to a low FODMAP/ primal/ GAPS hybrid. Effectively, low FODMAP with only rice allowed as a starch grain and minimal (no known) added sugar or sugary substances.
        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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        • So, do the kids in your class get a chuckle out of your real last name?

          Is Cassie the sister that spent time in jail?
          Primal since March 5, 2012
          SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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          • I hear a joke on it every day. Oddly enough, te ones you'd think would catch it first are the ones who catch it last (for the reason you'd expect.)
            Yes, Cassie's the jailbird.
            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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            • Dinner was leftovers: hamburger patty, jambalaya, garlic sausage, cheddar, pepper jack, salsa, tort chips, +6 pills.
              Just held a civil conversation with Cassie. While I did hafta fight to NOT "kick the puppy", it was actually a decent conversation. She has some brains in there, which is exceedingly easy to forget given our past.
              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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              • I hope things continue to improve between you and Cassie.
                Primal since March 5, 2012
                SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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                • In a contemplative sort of mood.
                  Things have calmed down, slowed down, in a great sort of way. It's the end of the six weeks cycle. My sister and I are back of speaking terms (if very shaky.)
                  I may have been expecting too much from these kids at the school. I forget, often, that they are not magnet kids and most are not the best and brightest. I can't make the leaps that made sense to me and have it make sense to them. Many are gifted, in their own way, and most have some nodule of intelligence when they choose to use it. Unfortunately, due to the way Texas ed works and what the counselors did, I have many who struggle with basic math, to the tune of needing a calculator for basic multiplication tables. They need at LEAST to know algebra for my class and many have forgotten or never knew it. I spend half my time reteaching algebra and another quarter breaking up groups of idiot friends who pull each other off topic. Add in that these kids were awed by a basic magnetic field with iron filings, and these kids are in a world of hurt in the class I was teaching. I'm having to slow down, really work through each version of an equation with them, complete with how I rearranged it, and realize I can't just turn them loose on a lab without examples out the ass and hand walking them through it. It hurt to see so many seniors so unprepared for the real world and university. These kids seem think think they can miss an exam or lab or 3 and still pass my class. They are so woefully underprepared. Yeah, they're passing, but it doesn't mean they know the topic.
                  As to Cassie, I do realize that the grudge was all on my end. I don't really know why. I imagine that it probably had to do with a difference in intelligences (bright vs fighting) and probably had no small part with how she managed to escape from home (before I did) in a way that was never an option to me. I'm trying to remove that wall an chunk at a time, but a wall 2 decades in the making is a hard wall to rip down. She's been trying to reach out to me and I've been either smacking it down or flat out avoiding it. That's a hard pill to swallow. So is the one that says "maybe she's not the dumb bitch I've painted her as." I can't say we'll ever agree on everything (religion won't change on either end, for example), but we can at least get to the point of not trying to kill each other over Thanksgiving dinner and MAYBE even being friends.
                  Meals have been so- so this week, 95% low fodmap, except yesterday when I said fuck it at lunch and Wednesday when I said fuck it at dinner.
                  I've had a serious case of burnout exhaustion this week. All I've wanted to do is sleep. Last night I slept for 13 freaking hours and I'm still tired from exhaustion.
                  I've received permission to make the kids do a Rube Goldberg machine as their subjective final. We'll see how well that goes. I may give them the option: project with report and oral presentation, or test. I know what most of them will take, but I think I should give the option regardless.
                  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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                  • I think I may leave the paleo/ primal path for a bit. I have an inkling that sulfites and fodmaps are related for me, although whether that is because I don't have a sulfite allergy (there is a link between my symptoms and GERD/ high FODMAP foods) or because so many foods are shared on that "bad" list, I don't know. I have a theory that I have a sulfite intolerance and a FODMAP intolerance, and sulfites tend to hitch a ride with high FODMAP foods. It may be that I don't have a sulfite intolerance. What I may do to test that is grab a pack of FODMAP friendly sulfited dried fruit and see how I react.
                    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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                    • Aww but we'll miss you and miss out on any potential discoveries you might make. TT^TT

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                      • I'll still be around (well, in the same manner I am now.) Just won't be posting food near as often.
                        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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                        • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                          I'll still be around (well, in the same manner I am now.) Just won't be posting food near as often.
                          I've kinda done the same thing. Mostly just keeping up with people's journals (or falling behind).

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                          • The cardboard (rice bread, gf) is a no go. Tastes bland and causes sulfite/ GERD issues, even with the pills.
                            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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                            • Yes, I'm here. Yes, I'm alive. I just fell off the wagon a little, and by "a little", I mean I fell head first into a pile of bread and cookies and ate my way out. I am now back on track after a lady at Al Anon asked when I was "expecting the new little addition to the family. "
                              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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                              • Good to have you back.
                                I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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