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  • Hey! Welcome to big D. I could have sobbed yesterday in traffic myself. It was particularly bad...

    I want to sprint, too, but I'm wildly tired right now. Give me a call if you get the chance!

    -写
    Little Saiyan

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    • Walked all over the Allen outlet and Collin Creek Mall, ate pork roast and grilled roasted new potatoes for dinner. Plans to hang out with ikaika tomorrow. We'll see.
      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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      • Hope the two of you can figure out a way to do that!

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        • Just got back from hanging out with ikaika. I had fun. We went to Cafe Brazil (Breakfast relleno: poblano stuffed with chorizo con huevos, topped with cheese and what I think was a bechamel sauce (oops, minor amount wheat...), with oven fried (in butter) sweet potato on the side. I managed to palm off some of my clothes on her, so she has new clothes. She's a fun person. I really enjoyed her company.
          Last night was... interesting. Not as stress inducing as I thought it'd be. Managed to hold down a decent conversation (about half an hour- 45 min, I think) with my grandmother without wanting to throttle her and I actually somewhat enjoyed it. Found out stuff that I'd wanted to know, but was never patient enough with her complaining to find out. I think her complaining is more her way of trying to get feedback on her opinions and her issues. Not the best way to do it, but it's her life. She's definitely on the way out, my mother has it pegged a no more than another month and a half, and I'd agree with that. I think the last bit of news she got about the cancer really took the wind out of her sails and she's hanging on more perfunctorily rather than the passion for life she had. I can tell she's wearing REALLY thin on my parents (my father, master chef, cannot cook anything right in her eyes and my mother has to hear her bitch about every little thing my grandmother's body/ mind does(n't) do. EVERYTHING.) I think, given the funds, they'd put her in a home, but by the time they scraped up the cash and filled out the paperwork, she'd be finished. I do love the woman, but I realize that one of the reasons I never particularly liked her as a person is that I can see a LOT of my more negative personality traits in her. You know, the personality traits I'm trying to edit and get rid of. I can tell my mother's beating herself up over not being able to do more for my grandmother and really has no one to turn to (for whatever reason, she won't talk emotion to my father.) I can see it taking it's toll on her. I can see my grandmother's constant harping is eating at my father (she never really thought him a suitable husband for my mother and complains about everything he does and doesn't do.) I can see what it's doing to him. As much as I love my grandmother, I really think this is a case for that famous Japanese boy band: Youth in Asia. I think everyone thinks that except my grandmother, and she may just not want to vocalize it. I managed to convince my mother to find ways to get it off her chest, and I stood as a sounding board for my father, but that they have to handle this on their own when my mother has 2 siblings who aren't doing squat to help is ridiculous. Back to Saturday.... There were a couple times, especially when she was being really needy ("Where's the ice? Oh, that's too much food, put some of it back. Want to change my bandages? I want to show you my tumor.") that I damn near turned on my heel and left the room. I can feel some of the stress in my shoulders from hunching them up, but that's slowly going away now. I actually feel strangely peaceful now. More so than I have in quite a while. I don't know what long standing issue got resolved, but I think it had to do with making (as much as I can) peace with my grandmother and finally being able to see her and my mother as real people with real lives. I think I took a giant leap forward last night without realizing it.
          Last edited by naiadknight; 09-05-2010, 09:21 PM.
          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 OneHotMama View Post
            I've read through half your journal looking, but now I'm just being lazy.

            How do you make your whipped heaven?

            Your food always sounds delish!
            http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum...Whipped-Heaven

            I like the cream cheese version.
            Strive for healthy today.

            Satisfaction is the death of desire.

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            • S: trail mix w/ raisin, dried apricot, dried dates, almonds, and peanuts. Ate around the peanuts, still ingested rice flour and white sugar. Best I could find at a gas station.
              D: pesto chicken on zucchetti alfredo.
              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 actually feel strangely peaceful now. More so than I have in quite a while. I don't know what long standing issue got resolved, but I think it had to do with making (as much as I can) peace with my grandmother and finally being able to see her and my mother as real people with real lives. I think I took a giant leap forward last night without realizing it.
                I'm very proud of you, Naiad <3<3<3
                It's really hard to accept family members as human beings...with all their foibles.
                You faced your fears, and emerged victorious.

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                • Sending hugs, love and light, Naiad.

                  *smooches you*.

                  And just a 'heads up', I'll be back in Dallas for Thanksgiving....arriving 11/21, leaving 11/28.

                  Best,
                  Katherine



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                  • Awesome! We need to meet up, Kat.
                    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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                    • Still recuperating from Dallas. Bear with me and hopefully tomorrow we'll be back to normal naiadknight broadcasts.
                      IF: 20 hrs
                      D: Leftover goat ghosht, spinach, 3 oz colby, and a slice of Italian creme cake, 1/3 slice chocolate cake, and 1/8 c butter pecan ice cream for FIL's birthday.
                      Exercise: none
                      Sleep: not enough. 11 hours. I slept very little (for a weekend) this weekend (7 hrs, and 6 hrs, respectively). I have some sleep debt to work off, along with trying to get more sleep.
                      I can tell I've been carrying my stress in my shoulders, especially the muscle that runs from the neck down across the tops of the shoulders. Any stretch suggestions? I've also been having to stretch my iliacs (thanks to the wreck, those get tight really easily) because I haven't gone to belly dancing in a week.
                      Mantra for the week: Breathe. It'll all work out, eventually.
                      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'm getting tired of all the farking trolls and negativity floating around here now. I'll stay on the boards, but I won't be anywhere near as active. Mostly my journal, other folks journals, and non troll - PB related threads. That and these boards, thanks to ijits who won't read before they ask, are getting very repetitious. I'm not gone, I'm just moving back into my life and away from the drama of all the ijits. I have enough drama of my own.
                        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'm getting tired of all the farking trolls and negativity floating around here now. I'll stay on the boards, but I won't be anywhere near as active. Mostly my journal, other folks journals, and non troll - PB related threads. That and these boards, thanks to ijits who won't read before they ask, are getting very repetitious. I'm not gone, I'm just moving back into my life and away from the drama of all the ijits. I have enough drama of my own.
                          I hear ya.
                          Much as I want to help others, it's too draining when you first have to work out whether they're taking the piss.
                          Mind you, I guess it's good to avoid being too "plugged in" at the expense of real live.

                          Take your time recuperating

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                          • L: Green curry chicken
                            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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                            • Yeah, the trolls were a little vexing this weekend. Don't blame you at all for getting irritated.
                              Sending hugs.

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                              • Thanks, y'all, for your support. *Hugs, smooches,various other affectionate gestures returned*
                                Naiadknight broadcasts to resume on 3...2...1... Go.
                                Back on Challenge. Stayed 99% primal all weekend.
                                I can tell this area's getting slapped with the remnants of a hurricane. It's a different kind of joint pain. I was kinda hoping PB would cure my bursitis, but at least it only hurts when there's a massive shift in weather, and then only a little and if I've had some sugar.
                                I managed to leave most of the drama in Dallas, where it lives, rather than trying to bring it home like a pet. Left most of the stress there too. Now the only real stress I have is the whole job thing. After these couple environmental scientist positions, I'm left grasping at straws in the oilfield, which winds down in the winter. I wanna know who's family is getting all the breaks, because it ain't mine or my husband's. Oh well, things'll work out. Blessing in disguise, yadayadayada.
                                Went outside during the worst of the storm with only a (non weatherproof) jacket to survey. Got soaked, had to take off my glasses to see, but I still had fun. Only a geek like me could enjoy that. Well, my officemate, too.
                                I have a nasty case of cubicle (office) coma. I can feel physical energy, but I'm so freaking tired here at work. Mostly because I'm on a project that's moot point anyways because there's no funding for it. Just like there's no funding for me. Gee.... I'll go home and ride my bike (if it's not coming down a gullywasher) and get stuff done around the house. Or take a nap. I don't know which sounds better right. Both sound pretty good.
                                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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