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- Sep 4, 2019
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Eating chicken pot pie, mac and cheese, fries and a brownie for lunch
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@MysticPerception hope your day turns out better than it started. Glad the TV at least works.
Eating chicken pot pie, mac and cheese, fries and a brownie for lunch
These were paper. Not worth saving. Plastic is for cat litterI have my groceries delivered, too, and I love it. It makes everything nice and easy. I save the bags, though, to use as trash bags.
Pics!Eating chicken pot pie, mac and cheese, fries and a brownie for lunch
I didn't get the pics, but I'll get tonight's dinner.These were paper. Not worth saving. Plastic is for cat litter
Pics!
I think so tooI'm glad their TV works, too. If my TV died, it would be an even longer day.
I think that's all four food groups. :)
That sounds like fun.In music therapy right now. Maybe that'll cheer me up
We have those insta-mail tickets, too. My husband is a kind man (he never speeds), and he hides the ones that I get from me, and just pays them so I don't cry!Just be careful... In a lot of places, that's reckless driving... which can be a nasty ticket, insurance surcharges, and even a court date. I used to speed everywhere before learning to slow down when needed.
Here, we have speed cameras that send automated tickets through the mail.
I've always wanted to try music or art therapy.In music therapy right now. Maybe that'll cheer me up
That's so sweet. My husband used to brag about his tickets. He would show them to everybody. His whole family drives like they're on the Indy 500 track. I was the oddball that obeyed all the traffic laws and never got a ticket.We have those insta-mail tickets, too. My husband is a kind man (he never speeds), and he hides the ones that I get from me, and just pays them so I don't cry!
I once wanted to be an Indy 500 driver.... but I was like 'why do they have to drive so slow? why can't they let them go faster?'That's so sweet. My husband used to brag about his tickets. He would show them to everybody. His whole family drives like they're on the Indy 500 track. I was the oddball that obeyed all the traffic laws and never got a ticket.![]()
Thank you for mentioning that. That's the word I was going to look up. Hypomania- That's what everyone was telling me I might have a few weeks ago and I forgot to write it down so I could look it up after I had calmed down. Then, of course, I forgot what it was that I wanted to look up. Thanks brain fog!Are you possibly bipolar, or experiencing a phase of hypomania?
It is so far. The music therapist is singing Let It BeThat sounds like fun.
Hypomania can be caused by some meds and is one of the things that differentiates bipolar 1 from bipolar 2Thank you for mentioning that. That's the word I was going to look up. Hypomania- That's what everyone was telling me I might have a few weeks ago and I forgot to write it down so I could look it up after I had calmed down. Then, of course, I forgot what it was that I wanted to look up. Thanks brain fog!
Next up: Kumbaya! Cute kid story—when my daughter was 3, her daycare would sing Kumbaya, and she got the words muddled:It is so far. The music therapist is singing Let It Be
I got to do art therapy when I was on the psych ward as a teenager, but we never got to do any music therapy. I would've really enjoyed that because I loved music. Still do. Course, I can't play an instrument. But I can sing really badly and off key! And I have all the lyrics to pretty much every song ever written in the 1970s and 80s stuck in my head. I've always believed that's why I can't learn anything new. I've got too many songs from the 70s and 80s stuck in my head. There's no room left in there for anything else. LOL!We have those insta-mail tickets, too. My husband is a kind man (he never speeds), and he hides the ones that I get from me, and just pays them so I don't cry!
I've always wanted to try music or art therapy.
You sound like my husband. He had a bunch of older cars and he liked to get in them and get on an old straight road somewhere where there wasn't a lot of traffic, and then he'd say, " Let's open this thing up and see what she can do".I once had an old car that was capable of going like 185 based on the wrapping of the speedometer... now THAT was fun. sadly it couldn't go faster...
It was a straight road. Yes, it was wrapped around, it was an old car, big engine, modified... technically a friend and I were racing... one wrong move and I would've been dead.... but I felt so.... alive...
Seriously though... no one ever do that.
Hypomania can be caused by some meds and is one of the things that differentiates bipolar 1 from bipolar 2
Next up: Kumbaya! Cute kid story—when my daughter was 3, her daycare would sing Kumbaya, and she got the words muddled:
"Goodbye Lord, Time for you to go now, Lord!" She's still a rebel Atheist;)
I've never been diagnosed with bipolar, but I was describing one of my episodes where my mind races and I can't sit still and the people here were telling me that I might have hypomania. I just wanted to look it up and see what it was.Hypomania can be caused by some meds and is one of the things that differentiates bipolar 1 from bipolar 2
Next up: Kumbaya! Cute kid story—when my daughter was 3, her daycare would sing Kumbaya, and she got the words muddled:
"Goodbye Lord, Time for you to go now, Lord!" She's still a rebel Atheist;)
OMgthat is amazing! that is something cool, and my best friend would've loved him (in a man-man best friend way lol) but yeah straight road, car, me in impulsive state.... you just gotta see what the car can do. why not... you're there, it's there, the road is there.... worst that could happen is what you want anyway.I got to do art therapy when I was on the psych ward as a teenager, but we never got to do any music therapy. I would've really enjoyed that because I loved music. Still do. Course, I can't play an instrument. But I can sing really badly and off key! And I have all the lyrics to pretty much every song ever written in the 1970s and 80s stuck in my head. I've always believed that's why I can't learn anything new. I've got too many songs from the 70s and 80s stuck in my head. There's no room left in there for anything else. LOL!
You sound like my husband. He had a bunch of older cars and he liked to get in them and get on an old straight road somewhere where there wasn't a lot of traffic, and then he'd say, " Let's open this thing up and see what she can do".
The last car he ever owned, he was going down to the airport and having to get the gas for it there because the modified engine he installed would only accept the same kind of fuel they use for airplanes and you can't get it at a regular gas station. It was highly illegal but he found an airport employee willing to sell him $49 worth of fuel under the table once a week. But the guy said he couldn't sell him $50 of fuel because then he would have to report it.
Yes, oh my husband wasn't suicidal, but he did like to take a lot of risks. He just liked to live his life on the edge, but he wasn't suicidal. He loved being alive, which always puzzled me. That's one of the reasons why I found it so odd that we worked so well together. In many ways it was one of those "opposites attract" kind of things. His son is the same way. He works as a test pilot. In other words, he's the one that gets in the airplane and flies it to test it out and make sure it's not going to crash.OMgthat is amazing! that is something cool, and my best friend would've loved him (in a man-man best friend way lol) but yeah straight road, car, me in impulsive state.... you just gotta see what the car can do. why not... you're there, it's there, the road is there.... worst that could happen is what you want anyway.
Oh yeah, I meant the suicidal part just with me (just to clarify :) ) but yeah... it is weird/odd to me that some like taking risks who don't want to die... like yeah, it is a great thrill... but still lol.Yes, oh my husband wasn't suicidal, but he did like to take a lot of risks. He just liked to live his life on the edge, but he wasn't suicidal. He loved being alive, which always puzzled me. That's one of the reasons why I found it so odd that we worked so well together. In many ways it was one of those "opposites attract" kind of things. His son is the same way. He works as a test pilot. In other words, he's the one that gets in the airplane and flies it to test it out and make sure it's not going to crash.
Reminds me of my late father. I swear he told so many stories of stupid shit he did when he was younger like blowing up stuff in a junk yard with his friends and running away when they accidentally made too big of an explosion and had to book it. Then he turns around and says never do stuff like that always be safe ect. ect. It's like this is dumb as all hell never do this but boy was it amazing. Not that I would have liked to do that kind of thing it's just funny to me.There was a reason how my transmissions were "melted", and how I had 3/4 engine mounts broken in my cars. I was really hard on them.
I went through I think 3 transmissions on one car.
I had fun though. lots of fun. ok dangerous as hell fun... like could've died fun. a lot.. like shocked I didn't die accidentally honestly.
After that, she started making up her own songs, including the little known classic "Polyester is my Friend"!I've never been diagnosed with bipolar, but I was describing one of my episodes where my mind races and I can't sit still and the people here were telling me that I might have hypomania. I just wanted to look it up and see what it was.
That's a very cute story about your daughter. Kids say some of the funniest things.![]()
After that, she started making up her own songs, including the little known classic "Polyester is my Friend"!