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  • The song that's been running through my head since Thursday
    That and Richard Wagner's Die Walkure.
    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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    • Alriiiiight Lessee.. when's the last time I actually treated like a PB journal rather than a whining board.... Friday
      Right.
      Saturday ate 12 oz ribeye, 1 c mixed blue/black/rasp/strawberries, 6-7 21/23 ct shrimp, 2 creamshrooms (stuff mushroom cap with cream cheese, wrap in bacon, grill.) Went to a different mall and found a different blazer. walked for 3 hrs to this end.
      Sunday, fell off the deep end. Bean/ beef tacos at inlaws w/ SAD brownies. Tacos were premade and difficult to disassemble w/o hurting MIL's feelings. Brownies were scratch made b/c SIL knew about the job thing and knew I loved chocolate. Had some of the Valentino brownies too.
      Fell off again for lunch today: anaheim shrimp relleno w/ beer batter breading. 2 or 3 tortilla chips.
      I would claim stress, but it was just laziness/ splurging. NO MAS!
      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 you deserve some snakcing. Don't feel too crammy about it.

        Though usually when I'm at my lowest I plan crazy routines.
        If you haven't notices every time I do a crazy challenge (and actually finish on top) is after a mental breakdown...
        Maybe it's time you join Awesome-ken and I for that "pretend you're hot and heardcore" challenge? :]
        August!
        And then on the 17th, my birthday, we can eat half a cow and drown in a beer, stuffing our faces with a pound of icecream- to celebrate the birth of MOI!
        What you say, muchacho?
        "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
        -Raymond Peat, PhD

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        • I'll join in that. Figure out my own rules variation later. Maybe make an excuse to go down to Dallas Early Sept for my sister's birthday.
          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 am sorry you are going through some difficult times. Hugs! The last year was one of the most difficult of my life, I know how bad the stress can be. I made it through and so will you. I always try to keep in mind the old saying that "this too shall pass". If you think you might be interested in some of the meditations CD's I like to listen to let me know. They helped me, even if it was only for the time I was doing them.

            That being said, OMG naked ravioli!

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            • Roberta-
              This too shall pass, I know, but I'm in a world of hurt right now. I may do a "ritual" meditation later to help calm me down. They're a remnant from an experiment with paganism that turned from a worship ceremony to a meditative process.

              Even more good news, everyone! /sarcasm My husband has to go out of town next week. Leaves Sunday night (meaning the stuff we normally do together on Sundays that relaxes both of us doesn't happen) and come back Friday evening. Business trip. He hates traveling, hates traveling for business the most, and I hate it when he's gone. This week just keeps getting better and fucking better...
              I keep telling myself that I have a Jeff Dunham show Friday and Victoria's party Saturday and Starcraft II today to look forward to. If I don't remember that, I'm gonna go apeshit upside some poor innocent soul's head because they miscalculated my change or something.
              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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              • That ritual meditation sounds interesting. where did you learn to do it?

                Well crap, when it rains it pours. Sorry to hear about your husband having to leave town.

                Another thing that helped me was really tough workouts. It releases endorphins and makes you so tired it's hard think about anything else.

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                • Roberta-
                  I originally would do a true pagan ritual to honor the deities. After a while, I dropped the deities and some of the stuff I didn't particularly care for. Over time, it became a meditative process rather than a worship ceremony. If you want, I can PM you with what I actually do during the process.
                  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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                  • Found this. Will be using it for sure next time I make ice cream.
                    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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                    • Went to Outback for dinner. 6 oz sirloin, 3 shrimp, handful of champagne tomatos, steamed broccoli, summer squash and carrot, and garlic mashed potato.
                      Got my hands on SC II. Husband was kind enough to buy it for me while I was at work. Been waiting on this one since HS.
                      Probably pass back out in an hour or two.
                      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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                      • My August One- Foot- In Front- of -the- Other Challenge
                        1) Sleep more
                        2) Cut out all added sugar except dark chocolate and honey no more than once every 2 weeks (I think I almost have the sugar habit kicked, just gotta make that last leap.)
                        3) Make it 95/5, not 80/20
                        4) Eat at least 3 different veggies a day.
                        5) Cut soy down to once every 2 weeks.
                        6) More sledgehammer.
                        7) More destress time.

                        Yesterday's drugged sleep did wonders for my disposition. I honestly think that forced sleep forced my mind to kick into overdrive and deal with the fallout from last week. I'm still not particularly happy about the situation, but I'm no longer feeling murderous and depressed (depression is always a scary place because of how my mind works.) You don't have the regular Naiad back yet, she's still coming out of hiding. Stay 'tooned.

                        I need to eat more, calorically, which means I may need to start making myself eat lunch. I hate the idea of making myself eat, but I can't subsist on 500- 750 cal/ day forever. Even on the days I eat more than that, I rarely break 1800, and I need more than that for maintenance. I can't just get my calories from whipped heaven either, as tempting as that is. I need the nutrition that comes from eating more. Any ideas? Bueller?

                        I've come to the conclusion that it's not people I hate, it's morons and redneck sons of bitches (the latter is a specific category of the former.) I dealt with another redneck who doesn't believe a woman can be a competent engineer this morning and had to fight from ripping him a new one. Now is no time to be making enemies.
                        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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                        • That sucks, but sexist assholes are a plague. Until we figure out a anti-stupid-spray out (any ideas, engineer?), you'll just have to ignore them.
                          After all it's your world and he shouldn't get to live there. So just annihilate him from your world and pretend like he no longer exists :] (satisfying isn't it?)

                          Glad to have you on board for the challenge! <3
                          "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                          -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                          • Unfortunately, I'm supposed to call him back when the issue gets resolved.... waaaaaiit a minute. If I were to go uberslacker fukitol on this, I know this will not get resolved before I leave. The department in charge of that is just too swamped. I should actually call him back though...

                            Meaty- I've been working on moron spray for years. The closest I get is a fine mist of arsenic, mercury, and lye. Nothing instant enough yet.
                            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
                              Meaty- I've been working on moron spray for years. The closest I get is a fine mist of arsenic, mercury, and lye. Nothing instant enough yet.
                              Once you get it perfected, I would like to be your first customer. Pretty please!

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                              • Will do, Autumn. Matter of fact, PBers will get a discount for understanding it's truly intended use.
                                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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