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  • #16
    Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
    Minxxa-
    As for the friends, most have washed out on unintentional acid tests (I mention that I'm feeling suicidal or depressed that day and I never hear from them again or something to that effect.)
    I know the feeling on washing out friends on unintentional acid tests. I had 4 best friends and we all played guitars together, smoked cigars, drank, wrote songs, etc. but we all faded away. I made the decision to get in the best shape of my life and as I did I got more and more attention from different ladies...including two of theirs. The more I pushed away the advances, the more they drove a wedge between my friends and I. I got invited over less and less and eventually was told that one of their wives couldn't stop talking about me and it made him too nervous to have me around. It really hurt my feelings to be pushed away like that and I have been a little more stand-offish with new friends. I try to especially watch any wrong signals I may be sending to friends wives and girlfriends...but it is quite exhausting and tempting when someone hits on you so strongly. Anyway, I know our friends have washed out for different reasons, but the end result and corresponding feelings just suck.
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    • #17
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      • #18
        I fell off. Big time. And I'm feeling it. It's hard to stay on the damn wagon when every asshole on the face of the goddamn planet is waving the crack in your face. I'm tryin the rubber band trick, and it's working... SLLLLLOOOOWWWWLLLYYYY........... It doesn't help that I live in BFE nowhere and it's hard as hell to find something that's not on top of, covered in, wrapped in, stuffed with, or filled with grains at a restaurant. If I can find that, I'm hungry two hours later because it was half of what the dish was meant to be. Where the hell'd my willpower go? *Checks under futon* It must have ran away with my sense of distaste for the crap. I still see it as filler, it's like eating cardboard to make the hunger go away. Except I should eat the real food. Good luck finding real butter at a restaurant around here to fill in the gap.... i know, I should make my own food more often, but I'm so damn tired after working a 10- 12 hour shift and then having to keep the house close to neat (I'm breaking a desperately needed cleaning spurt in chunks so I can do it after work) that eating becomes a "what's available that doesn't take much effort?" Summer's hit West TX full force, and I've hit my summer eating full force. I should just start moving my only meal to dinner. I've gotten to where one meal a day is plenty. Time to start not eating lunch. Maybe that's why I eat so crappy. I'm not actually listening to what my body wants.
        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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        • #19
          Experiment the 2nd: selenium and magnesium pills. I always crave seafood and I always have a brain fog. I did some research and discovered it could be a deficiency in those two. Hence, the experiment.
          Lunch was Thai pork, chicken, beef, and shrimp salad, hold the soy. Pretty tasty, given that it could've use more spice. I actually listened to my body and stopped before I finished shoveling the whole thing in my maw.... There was only a quarter of the plate left and my intellect was yelling "FINISH HIM!" while my belly was saying "No, I'm quite comfy, thank you." I listened to my belly.
          Last edited by naiadknight; 05-20-2010, 11:37 AM.
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          • #20
            Visited several citizens who complained about stormwater. Walked at least a mile in heels. Walked around stores for at least an hour and a half last night.
            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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            • #21
              I finally saw photos taken at my wedding (we did it all with "bring your camera." 8 months later...) It was definitely a geek wedding. The bride wore forest green, the groom wore sunglasses, everything was handmade, the music was patched to the speaker via duct tape, electrical tape and a couple stripped wires, the cake was cut with an old knife, the ceremony was done by a friend with an on- line pastorship (he's as agnostic as I am), the ceremony was read from a laptop, the procession was "Blood of Cu Chulainn", both my parents walked me down the aisle.... yeah, it was a geek wedding....
              I love the way it all came together though, even with me freaking out about how things must be just so (they weren't) beforehand (up to like 5 min before I walked down the aisle.) I'm definitely going back to that ranch.
              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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              • #22
                Chili's Jalapeno smokehouse burger without tortilla strips, mayo, or bun, with avocado and broccoli.
                Chron- o- meter for day:
                Cal: 1166
                Protein: 83.5
                carbs: 39.9
                sat fat: 23.9
                monounsat: 36.1
                o-3: 2.4
                0-6: 6.2
                Vit D: just shy of sun burn today, got it from field work.
                Last edited by naiadknight; 05-21-2010, 07:05 AM.
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                • #23
                  Selenium and magnesium/ zn supplement again. Seems to be working.
                  I may be job hunting again within 6 mo. My boss's boss pulled an utter dick move and threw down the "If you don't kiss my ass and do everything my way, I'm demoting you until you quit" card. He's trying to oust my boss and replace her with a kiss- ass (read: someone who'll micromanage us for "efficiency and productivity." I don't tolerate micro managers well, esp. ones that have no clue what I'm doing.) I may try to get a fun looking job with the city I live in. The qualifications are slightly above my range, but I'll try for it.
                  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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                  • #24
                    Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                    I may try to get a fun looking job with the city I live in. The qualifications are slightly above my range, but I'll try for it.
                    Best of luck to you!

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                    • #25
                      Thanks. It's a stormwater position, which is rarer than hen's teeth in my part of the world. It's also my primary love when it comes to work.
                      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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                      • #26
                        WTF?! If your house floods because your personal drainage system (gutters and French drains) fails under the 5 year flood, how is that the city's fault?! How is it the City's fault that your dumb ass bought a house 3-4 ft below the flood level (within the floodplain, grandfathered in) and floods every year and a half? Folks, the desert does get rain. It will flood the streets because up until 20 years ago, we didn't give it any thought. If it's coming down a gully washer, get home and stay home. Stay away from obvious flood areas. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it. There is the occasional rational complaint (most are actually) but the people who assume it's the City's fault their car was washed away because they DROVE AROUND THE CONES that were barring the path to a LOW WATER CROSSING are just idiots.... RRRRRRRR...
                        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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                        • #27
                          Lack of personal responsibilty is one of my biggest "Hot Buttons", myself.
                          Sometimes you just have to shake your head, and bite your tongue

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                          • #28
                            lol Naiad, I worked a flooding disaster for FEMA once, and let me tell ya- I couldn't agree with you more on people and there rationalizing methods Loosing your home is horrible and the damage that people acquire is heartbreaking, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Common sense and getting educated on the geography and climate, and floodzone specs of your homestead can help.
                            Oh and p.s.- Im a sucker for weddings, even "geeky" ones ( I didn't know weddings could be geeky) lol sounds like it was fun! You should post some pics, Id love to see it!

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                            • #29
                              I am, but I was delegated as Flood Representative, so to speak, from the Engineering dept, because I'm the Hydraulics and Hydrology engineer (not my official title, but it's a large part of my duties).
                              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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                              • #30
                                Went to jason's deli for lunch
                                2 tbsp cranberry walnut mix 2 c leaf mix
                                1.5 tbsp almond slivered 1 hb egg
                                3 tbsp chopped bacon~ 1.5 slice 2 oz chix breast
                                1 tbsp olive oil 2 tbsp asiago
                                1 tbsp balsamic 1 c gumbo w/ as much rice as I could fish out of it gone (maybe 1/8 c left)
                                .75c bell pepper
                                1/4 c broccoli
                                9 grape toms
                                Ate to satiation, probably should've stopped a little earlier.
                                Selenium, magnesium/ zn, and fish oil seem to be working well. No brain fog. Much less irritable, even with stupid self righteous citizens.
                                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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