Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

Interestingly, I've been in therapy for a year now.

Things are definitely better than when I started, but there's still enough to deal with that the insurance shouldn't complain about continuing to pay, tho I have gone to every other week instead of weekly.

We had a good laugh about my answers to the evaluation form she had to fill out tonight, because "client needs coping skills because people are fucking crazy" isn't a professional response, and yet it covered everything she eventually put on the sheet as to reasons I need to continue therapy. Especially since, at least once a week I manage to tell her something from my past that horrifies her.

I've had probably 5 nights in a row now of nightmares. There's nothing special going on - no more stress than there has been, no more earth-shattering, life-changing events, and yet I'm having nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. They're very similar to the nightmares I've had when weaning off antidepressants in the past.

I haven't looked too hard, but I recall being told that all psychoactive drugs, including SSRIs, must be fat-soluble to pass into the brain. Treating metabolic syndrome (including insulin resistance) can improve depression and bipolar symptoms. SSRIs can cause weight gain.

Alex and I went to the park this evening. We were supposed to meet a playgroup there, but there was no one who seemed to be talking to anyone else, so it's hard to say if they were there and we missed them or if they just weren't there.

I give up on this group. A group that claims to be for both stay at home and working moms that only has playdates on weekday mornings unless I bug them to schedule one just isn't going to work. They charge dues, and I can't even get to a freakin event where I might be willing to pay their fucking dues because they won't schedule 2 events in one day and don't schedule things when I'm not att work.

funny story about working as a dominatrix - and yet, so so true....all any of us really want is to be normal, whatever that means.

My mother is now my friend on facebook. It's really rather surreal when you think about it.

Took Alex to visit at the NICU today. People were ecstatic to see him, and his one primary nurse was so happy to hear that he was eating most everything by mouth (and not vomiting when he does so) that she nearly cried, and gave me the world's biggest hug.

For having the day off it was rather hectic, really. Lots of things got done though, which is good.

So, today ended up with 4 appointments: the local daycare who might be interested in classes, dropping off fliers at a second daycare that's definitely interested in classes, the baby shower registration, and a chiropractic wellness center that is interested in hosting classes.

The first place, the director who was supposed to be there "just missed me" - though her staff makes it sound like she's never there at 8. She eventually called, and then I called back and left a message and I still haven't heard from her.

The second place was basically run in and drop off the fliers, so no big deal.

some days the Gods take care of their own.

Signing classes for this fall came to a screeching halt this past weekend when the music studio I was negotiating with discovered that it would be a violation of her lack of a business license to have people other than her teaching in her home.

So, yesterday I put on my thinking cap. I've got 4 classes scheduled through a neighboring city. I've got plans for a baby expo in January.

My goal is to be able to pay the car payment every month by the end of they year (though, the car payment as such will no longer exist by then, having been transferred to other means of financing that have lower interest rates). So: $300 profit a month. And I've got expenses of $50 a month, plus cost of goods sold and rental of spaces.

I dislike driving near people who can't drive in the snow.

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I received my royalty payment yesterday for my essay in Manifesting Prosperity. Yay me, I am now officially a paid writer.

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Lots of thinking going on as I get through the work of figuring out what I know and what I don't know, spiritually and religiously speaking. It's odd, but good.

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In other thinking news, I'm contemplating this concept of pride. I get nervous when people say they're proud of me, and I assume they are not sincere, and that it's just a ploy to make me see things their way.

A big part of this is that no one ever said they were proud of me as a kid.

We just had a bagpiper playing Christmas music stop and play for a bit, then walk off, playing the whole time, without saying a word.

How...odd? surreal?

Barry's already heard this gripe this morning, so feel free to skip this one, hon ;)

When addressing envelopes using formal etiquette, the address should never be:

Mr & Mrs John Doe and family

or, by extension,

Mr & Mrs John Doe and son

Children have names. Their names should be included on envelopes. Formally, that'd be:

Mr & Mrs John Doe
Master Jeremy Doe, Miss Jennifer Doe

(assuming that Jeremy is under 13 but older than Jennifer)

If you're addressing the envelope more informally, you use:

John & Jane Doe and Jeremy & Jennifer

This has been today's grammar PSA. Thanks. :)