Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!
scott, i love your posts.
about nyc and speed: it's a municipal law, i thought, that you have to move fast or GET OUT OF THE WAY! i can't believe, after having left there almost 11 yrs ago, people still don't know that! in my work life, and life in general, people remark on how fast i walk. i'm constantly saying to the students in my building: 'passing on the left;' 'excuse me!' teenagers are as somnolent -or manic- as baccers. and i was well-trained in my 11 years in nyc/bklyn (park slope; stroller jams became a problem, so i had to leave to the country and have my own baby where there were no sidewalks).
ne, you weigh 60 kgs? how does that translate into pounds? just trying to get an accurate picture.
turbs -sorry, that reads too much lilke 'turds'- turbo, your subway experience is a compelling story. i bet it might help someone to read it, if only the victim of an improperly-medicated manic's rage. 'tis good to understand these things.
your increased affection with sally (my mothers name, btw, which i LOVE! ...she must be cool with a handle like that) makes so much sense. i am loving my students like never before, and even finding acceptance around my insane ex. you should have heard me with my native speakers (i teach spanish, purportedly) in the library yesterday. i was a zombie all day, taking naps between testing, but when they came around, i was in hog heaven! laughing all the way to tears streaming down my mejillas (cheeks). big loud belly laughs, i just loved them so much in those moments. (and still do; they are the most respectful, loving bunch of the lot.)
EDIT: forgot to add what somma you may already know; they're exploring bac as a possible assist in dealing w autism, as it makes bac-takers better able to be affectionate and feel warm loving feelings toward another.
i keep hearing my weekender neighbors' kids and thinking it's my son, but he's with his dad. i'm having a few beers -not vodka- and keep feeling relieved every time i realize that i'm alone (i'm a single mom with very little childcare, even from dad). this gives me time to be on mwo witout plugging him into a brain-wrecking video or game, and it gives me time to put some seed into soil, so here i go...
oh yeah, dude with sally!, you're upstate too? i bet your country place is my town. it's a lovely place, and i bet you have good taste.
:welcome: :thanks:
rudy b
scott, i love your posts.
about nyc and speed: it's a municipal law, i thought, that you have to move fast or GET OUT OF THE WAY! i can't believe, after having left there almost 11 yrs ago, people still don't know that! in my work life, and life in general, people remark on how fast i walk. i'm constantly saying to the students in my building: 'passing on the left;' 'excuse me!' teenagers are as somnolent -or manic- as baccers. and i was well-trained in my 11 years in nyc/bklyn (park slope; stroller jams became a problem, so i had to leave to the country and have my own baby where there were no sidewalks).
ne, you weigh 60 kgs? how does that translate into pounds? just trying to get an accurate picture.
turbs -sorry, that reads too much lilke 'turds'- turbo, your subway experience is a compelling story. i bet it might help someone to read it, if only the victim of an improperly-medicated manic's rage. 'tis good to understand these things.
your increased affection with sally (my mothers name, btw, which i LOVE! ...she must be cool with a handle like that) makes so much sense. i am loving my students like never before, and even finding acceptance around my insane ex. you should have heard me with my native speakers (i teach spanish, purportedly) in the library yesterday. i was a zombie all day, taking naps between testing, but when they came around, i was in hog heaven! laughing all the way to tears streaming down my mejillas (cheeks). big loud belly laughs, i just loved them so much in those moments. (and still do; they are the most respectful, loving bunch of the lot.)
EDIT: forgot to add what somma you may already know; they're exploring bac as a possible assist in dealing w autism, as it makes bac-takers better able to be affectionate and feel warm loving feelings toward another.
i keep hearing my weekender neighbors' kids and thinking it's my son, but he's with his dad. i'm having a few beers -not vodka- and keep feeling relieved every time i realize that i'm alone (i'm a single mom with very little childcare, even from dad). this gives me time to be on mwo witout plugging him into a brain-wrecking video or game, and it gives me time to put some seed into soil, so here i go...
oh yeah, dude with sally!, you're upstate too? i bet your country place is my town. it's a lovely place, and i bet you have good taste.
:welcome: :thanks:
rudy b
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