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Comments on an article about "bone broth" becoming a hipster trend:

"Congratulations, hip white trendoids with a penchant for fad diets and nutritional woo: you have discovered soup. Well done."
"Isn't that what "stock" is? Like beef stock, chicken stock... You know boiled animal parts you season and make soup with?"
"Yes, but we can't call it that, or the white hipsters can't Columbus it."
"But the real question is "what did they think soup was made of before this?"
"Everything delicious will be discovered and given magical toxin-curing properties, and then will be priced out of range of the people who actually normally eat it."
"I really can't with this nonsense. One would think with the whole "slow food" aspect of hipster eating trends that they MIGHT ACTUALLY BOTHER TO LEARN WHAT FLAVORS THEIR FOOD"
"Bwahahahahaha. Bone broth."
"Yes, because "soup bones" didn't exist as a term or a thing before now."
"The best thing I ever saw from a bone broth aficionado/hipster-in-all-manners-of-food-fads was a post on Facebook with a picture of her bone broth saying, "I know this is going to cure the flu I came down with this week! If you get the flu, try bone broth!" I was like, "Oh, how novel! Except this sounds like the advice my grandmother gave me 30 years ago to try some homemade chicken soup (with broth made from, you know, chicken carcass) when I was sick. NOVEL AS HELL."
"Columbusing has gone so far, white people are starting to Columbus WHITE THINGS."

So, anyway. Thanksgiving vacation went very well. It was sweet and quiet and seeing my parents is always always always wonderful. I was worried Mom and I might have Discussions about my health, but all was well. Adam got a rental car from his boss in exchange for working an AV job in Manhattan while our car was at a mechanic's. So, on Saturday, Adam and I drove to New York City. He worked in Times Square to set up AV/IT stuff for a medical conference in a hotel while I lounged in our separate hotel a few blocks away, working up the courage to walk all the way to 5th Ave and back. I passed Rockerfeller Center, I found stimming toys in "I Love NYC" shops, Adam bought me a bottle of my favorite perfume, Euphoria by Calvin Klein. We ate pizza, fried ramen, caprese sandwiches. I had coffee at one of the best coffeehouses I'd ever been to. On Tuesday, Adam's job ended and we drove back to Maryland. Adam's car was still in the shop in Virginia near his workplace, and it was two more days before he got it back. It had stopped running originally. It's fine now, but we were told to start looking at new used cars over the next few months to a year. The station wagon is a 1999, after all, and Ford may not have parts anymore.

I haven't been feeling well in general. But I have stuff that makes me happy.
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Holy random acts of kindness, Batman.
After getting my flu vaccine, I went to look at the cane rack, because they have this beautiful blue and silver one that looks like dragon scales, and I have been waiting for discounts and coupons so I could get it. The price is under twenty dollars, but still.
A middle-aged man who looked so much like Idris Elba that I did a second take, also reached for the blue silver cane. Our eyes met, I smiled briefly. He said, "You know, I bet this would make an awesome magic staff for cosplay."
I grinned and said, "Good plan! I should at least join a game just so I can brag. Or just be my paganish elf self and cosplay every day." Which was blurted out because my filter is so thin.
The Idris Elba lookalike chuckled. "I adore that idea. I just pray to all mighty Atheismo that we aren't going too deep. Like that Tom Hanks movie."
My jaw dropped. "Duuude," I said. "Futurama reference plus obscure D&D rip-off movie nee book reference? Cripple high five!"
We high fived and missed on purpose, stumbling. "Mild cerebral palsy, spastic hemiplegia" I said. "Mild cerebral palsy, diplegia mixed," he said. "And knee arthritis."
"And sciatica," we said in union, surprising ourselves.
"Fibromyalgia and epilepsy and autism too," I added.
He said, "My twin nieces are autistics! Their world is so awesome. I think they prefer me to my brother when they're in meltdowns, they talk about what's going on in detail."
"Awesome!" I said.
At this point, we had been staring at the canes and I had been avoiding too much eye contact. I was about to ask the Idris Elba lookalike about advocacy. Then I saw a gleam in his eye and sensed a topic shift. "Hey, listen," he said. "I'm a proponent of the pay it forward thing. I know we're strangers, but I do know enough about you that you really want the dragon scale cane."
I tilted my head. "Yeeeaah?"
"So, okay." He pulled some pieces of paper from his pocket. "I've got a buy one get one half off for this brand of canes. I will buy you your cane. What do you think?"
I blinked a few times. I looked at him. He wasn't hitting on me. He wasn't being creepy. He was just a fellow cripple offering help.
"Okay," I said, "thank you! That's really kind."
"Hey, the community needs all the assistance we can get from each other. Cripples helping cripples, you know?"
I smiled. "Totally."
As we walked to a register, he said, "I want you to know that I had no intention of hitting on you. I see your rings, and for all I know they could mean something else. But while I think you're a gorgeous-looking person, I have no plans on being a That Guy. I punch Those Guys on a regular basis."
"Huh?"
"Physical trainer. Not so much punch as pinch in sensitive areas. Men can be scum."
I giggled. "Hashtag Not All Men!"
He laughed. "Anyway, let me pay for everything." He nodded at my basket, which had a few comfort items. I immediately said he shouldn't, since he was getting me the cane.
He then put my basket on the conveyor belt, looked at me until I noticed that his eyes had gold rings, and said, "Then pay it forward. Help another cripple." The corner of his mouth turned up. "Even if it's just donating to help someone get better access."
I nodded. I was going to cry any minute. He paid for everything, put his things in two totes and put my things in two more totes. He saved me almost forty dollars.
He said, "I would offer you a ride, but my friend's picking me up so we can go back to Philly. It's been a great road trip so far."
I nodded. "It's cool. I'm going to take the bus home anyway." I was feeling giddy. "Well, obviously we had this encounter for a reason. So. It was lovely meeting you, clone of Idris Elba."
He threw back his head and laughed. "I get that a lot. Same to you, clone of Mia Sara. Anyway, I'm Laurence."
"Joanna."
We fist-bumped and he helped adjust my cane for my height. We walked outside together, and he stood at the curb to wait for his friend while I walked across the parking lot. I turned and waved. He waved back and kept looking at me. I realized it was to make sure I was safe.
I got to the sidewalk crosswalk and peered back. I saw him get into a green SUV. I realized I would probably never see him again.
I am definitely going to Pay It Forward.

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Also! Links! For future reference!
http://www.neurodiversity.com/main.html
http://cerebralpalsy.org/about-cerebral-palsy/associative-conditions/
http://www.disabilityscoop.com/2013/10/03/autism-common-cerebral-palsy/18775/

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Also!
PMS is vicious. Although with oral contraceptives, it's technically withdrawal bleeding rather than menstruation. Besides, I haven't truly bled in over a year. Being on the highest dose of birth control for over fourteen years will do that to some women.
PMS is vicious. A veliciraptor chewing through my pelvis. There's a photo out there of a plastic female human skeleton, with a toy raptor stuck head-first through the pelvic bone.
And the bloating and bizarre fluctuations on the bathroom scale.
Having slid back to psychiatric anorexia after failing to control neurochemical anorexia, I know damn well I should not stand on that scale especially during this time. I know damn well that numbers don't mean as much as how my clothing fits. But paranoia bred from life-long anxiety over disordered eating patterns is paranoia. And then there was the entire food=growth=death connection when I was little. And then there was being under a hundred pounds until my mid-twenties. And then there was the anorexia voices insisting that I needed to get back to that, being under five feet tall. I was never overweight. I used to weigh something around the high "set point" - but I have no idea where I've constructed this memory of being convinced to lose twenty pounds. Unfortunately, my illness has burrowed deep enough into my subconscious that my thoughts have turned to the classic hallmarks of anorexia: "I absolutely must be below X number or I will never feel right". The unwillingness to stop. The belief that everything is wrong. I know where I am. I know what's happening. I've been able to compartmentalize and separate enough so that I smack myself when those thoughts occur, so that I at least eat an apple or two, or cheese, yogurt, celery, even cheesecake or dark chocolate. My friends are with me.
Sag Harbor will happen next week, with Thanksgiving. Part of me is in a total blind mute panic. That part doesn't want to eat anything. That part wants to Be Good, Be Perfect. It doesn't matter that I'm over thirty, says the panic. It only matters that I am extremely small and I must keep being extremely small.
To bring everything around again: PMS is not helping. PMS is several numbers upward on the scale because of fluid retention, bloating... losing that fight to not overeat. PMS is barely fitting into the purple dyed jeans yesterday and having them slightly loose today. It isn't helping anything.

But I look at that blue and silver dragon scale cane, bought for me by a total stranger with the same disability as me, and I think the best way I can Pay It Forward is to make sure someone I care for stays as mentally healthy as possible...
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We started out at 7:00 this morning, made a few stops, and got to Sag Harbor around 2:00 this afternoon. Now at my parents, digesting dinner, watching television quietly, and getting ready for an early bed. The rest of the week will see us going around Southampton and Bridgehampton and relaxing with pizza and bagels.

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We reached Sag Harbor last night. It was easy and fun. My parents are ecstatic. Last night I slept so well that I needed to be nudged awake.
Today, we shall simply hang out, watch Netflix and play Playstation 3 and Adam can play games with Dad. Mom and I can go through her jeans collection or visit thrift shops. We can have New York pizza and New York bagels. Mom and I can bicker over my mental and physical health, my spending, my life, my eating habits. It will be a rich, full week of comfort and security and love and happy. Also I have so many books to read. And we can walk to Long Beach. And the library.
Also, Thanksgiving will mark thirteen years since Adam and I officially became a romantic couple. We are at the seven and a half mark of marriage. Awesome.
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Ahh, having connections in the Hamptons. :-D
My mother's dear friend, Toni, has been one of her art models for years. Toni owns a salon in Montauk town. I spoke with Toni today. She is willing to give me completely free services because she has known me for most of my life and she adores me.
So, later this afternoon, Toni will pick me up, take me to the salon, color and style my hair and give me some other relaxing services for free, and drive me back in time for dinner with Adam.

This evening, Adam and I shall start packing everything we don't need for tomorrow, since Adam's job won't end until Friday afternoon. Mom and Dad will come pick me up and take me to their house. Adam will meet us after his job is done. We will all have a quick dinner, and linger over teary farewells until Thanksgiving. Then, Adam and I will start driving. We will arrive in Gaithersburg after midnight, probably around two in the morning. So, Saturday. My house and cats are fine thanks to Charlotte and her loving care.

All I know is that I have been so beautifully, wonderfully, awesomely relaxed. Yes, I have had chronic pain, fatigue, and various attacks of insert medical condition. But I have been able to push through the symptoms, ignore them just enough to feel as happy as possible, and enjoy everything the Hamptons could offer me during my quick stay.
So, I am quite happy. Because awesome.
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Tomorrow, my mom will take me to her friend Karin, a craniosacral therapist, and I will have a wonderful massage session plus an awesome chat with Karin, just like last time.
Later, Mom will take me back to Montauk, where I will meet with Adam in his work area and get my room key (yay).
I shall then explore Gurney's Inn Resort And Spa to my heart's content before settling in our lovely studio room and melting into true vacation mode because I totally can.
I will see my parents on and off until Friday when Adam is done with the job. We will all gather for last hugs and loves, and then Adam and I will take to the road again and be back home in Maryland on Friday night or maybe Saturday morning.
Bulletins as they occur, as usual.
OMG I cannot wait to see my new inn room at Gurney's, whee...
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You guys. YOU GUYS.
This is so COOL.
We took our own car, by the way, with a coworker driving the big truck.
So, Adam and I stopped at my parents' house in Sag Harbor to say hello and eat dinner. And then we drove the Montauk. We got two niights at an adorable little oceanside resort, but we will only use one because GUESS WHAT? Today and the rest of the week, we get to stay at GURNEY'S. AUGH.
http://www.gurneysinn.com/
WHARGARBL.
Adam will be working his job there until FRIDAY and the client wants him and the coworker close by. So we are staying at one of the best and most beautiful resort inns on the East Coast.
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
Vacation. Awesome. Whargarbl. Augh.
So. We have not had a room booked yet. So Adam will work, and my parents will come get me whileI sit in the lobby, and I shall spend the day in Sag Harbor until Adam gets our room and such and it will continue until Friday afternoon and OMG THIS WILL BE SO AWESOME YAY IN CASE YOU CAN'T TELL I AM VERY EXCITED.
I brought a huge pill bottle full of a weeks' worth of drugs and right now my body is rocking the Ultram, Soma, and Klonopin, and I am so ready.
Also I am eating a slice of cold pizza with extra mozzarella, from last night delivered to the hotel room. NEW YORK PIZZA YOUSE GUYS. IT WAS LIKE EATING MAGIC.

BULLETINS AS THEY OCCUR. FROM THE HAMPTONS.
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Also, I have an Ace bandage wrapped around my left wrist, arm, and hand because OMG PAIN leaving me sobbing wildly. It is mostly likely from repetitive strain injuries, because in the last few days I have been using my left hand more and more in ways it is not used to. Tonight will be a codeine with acetaminophen night.

The alarm has been set for eight and we plan on leaving around nine, so I must be refreshed as must as possible. I will fall asleep in the car anyway. That always happens. In my purse will be my trusty travel pill container and a small bottle of water. And of course there will be rest stops for snacks and restroom breaks.

I am very excited. And for once, I don't have anxiety that could affect my digestive system or any other part of my body. Thank you, Klonopin, Ultram, and Baclofen, which I did not have the last time I accompanied Adam on a long car trip. I think being so calm, relaxed, and in far less pain goes a long, long way. Because wow.
Anyone who wants to label Big Pharma as pure evil can do so, just not to my face right now. I am way too satisfied to make any arguments beyond "These drugs are helping me immensely and I am profoundly grateful. End of discussion." Of course, I will have my necessary supplements of herbs, vitamins, extracts, and compounds. I always do. Balance and harmony in everything.
I am feeling very balanced and harmonious. Yay. Peace out, all.
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I don't want to jinx anything, but so far it seems that Operation Montauk is still go.
See, Adam agreed to do a job up in Montauk, NY, which is part of the Hamptons, and which is also thirty minutes away from Sag Harbor, aka That Village What Where My Parents Live. And since I am on disability and home all the time, Adam made sure I would be able to go with him.
So, we will leave Gaithersburg on Saturday afternoon and arrive in Montauk that same night. We'll stay in the hotel (hopefully it will be Gurneys Inn Resport & Spa, the same hotel where the job will be, OMG please), and then when Adam starts work on Sunday afternoon, my parents will come pick me up and we will spend a day hugging each other and squeeing. And then Adam will join us, and we'll have dinner, and Adam and I will go back to the Montauk hotel to sleep, and then more parents again, and I might sleep in my old room in my little doll bed for a night or two, and then Adam and I leave on Thursday evening to come back to Virginia and Adam's work shop and then home to Maryland.

I'm just really really excited and I really really want to stay at Gurney's and I really hope the client is the one who pays for the room, because if Adam's boss pays we would probably wind up sleeping in a cheap motel. But in the end who cares, because SAG HARBOR WOOOO HAMPTONS WOOOO.
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Nightmares have been insane for a few days. One featured cameos by actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki as their Supernatural characters, Dean and Sam. I've been watching the current season mostly because it is hilarious in its self-parody and satire. However, I did not enjoy the nightmare, which went on forever. I believe at some point I may have managed to say "Help me" out loud in my sleep.

People have been telling me that I've had more small seizures several times a week, perhaps daily. I haven't realized nor remembered. My neurologist and I will schedule an EEG once this new insurance kicks in. I told her that my last EEG showed nothing, and she understands, but would rather do that than an expensive in-hospital 24-hour monitoring. We will also discuss increasing the Trileptal dosages.

The effects from the craniosacral therapy are starting to wear off, save for the lack of lumbar pain and sciatic pain. That's still fantastic. I'll take the whole body pain, fatigue, dizziness, headaches, muscle tension, spasms, and memory lapses over constant major back pain.

Adam is in New York for work today and won't be home until well after midnight, with tomorrow off. This pleases me. I'm currently wondering if he can successfully bring home cheesecake.

I find it wonderful and amusing that my favorite Pepperidge Farm Cookies are named Montauk (Soft Baked, of course). Ah, Montauk. It's a lovely little town, if not constantly cold. It has some amazing seafood, too. Also, the Montauk Monster from 2008 was a raccoon. However, I have always been intrigued by the Montauk Project, which a high school friend's father worked on. He hinted that several of the rampant conspiracy theories were true but he refused to talk about any of them, which only intrigued me further. His daughter and I liked to think that the ones about Tesla, time travel, psychic powers, teleportation, and the "beast" were the real ones. He died the year we graduated high school, so we'll never know. The Montauk Lighthouse and the Montauk Air Force Base are very creepy, however.
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Nightmares have been insane for a few days. One featured cameos by actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki as their Supernatural characters, Dean and Sam. I've been watching the current season mostly because it is hilarious in its self-parody and satire. However, I did not enjoy the nightmare, which went on forever. I believe at some point I may have managed to say "Help me" out loud in my sleep.

People have been telling me that I've had more small seizures several times a week, perhaps daily. I haven't realized nor remembered. My neurologist and I will schedule an EEG once this new insurance kicks in. I told her that my last EEG showed nothing, and she understands, but would rather do that than an expensive in-hospital 24-hour monitoring. We will also discuss increasing the Trileptal dosages.

The effects from the craniosacral therapy are starting to wear off, save for the lack of lumbar pain and sciatic pain. That's still fantastic. I'll take the whole body pain, fatigue, dizziness, headaches, muscle tension, spasms, and memory lapses over constant major back pain.

Adam is in New York for work today and won't be home until well after midnight, with tomorrow off. This pleases me. I'm currently wondering if he can successfully bring home cheesecake.

I find it wonderful and amusing that my favorite Pepperidge Farm Cookies are named Montauk (Soft Baked, of course). Ah, Montauk. It's a lovely little town, if not constantly cold. It has some amazing seafood, too. Also, the Montauk Monster from 2008 was a raccoon. However, I have always been intrigued by the Montauk Project, which a high school friend's father worked on. He hinted that several of the rampant conspiracy theories were true but he refused to talk about any of them, which only intrigued me further. His daughter and I liked to think that the ones about Tesla, time travel, psychic powers, teleportation, and the "beast" were the real ones. He died the year we graduated high school, so we'll never know. The Montauk Lighthouse and the Montauk Air Force Base are very creepy, however.
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Nightmares have been insane for a few days. One featured cameos by actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki as their Supernatural characters, Dean and Sam. I've been watching the current season mostly because it is hilarious in its self-parody and satire. However, I did not enjoy the nightmare, which went on forever. I believe at some point I may have managed to say "Help me" out loud in my sleep.

People have been telling me that I've had more small seizures several times a week, perhaps daily. I haven't realized nor remembered. My neurologist and I will schedule an EEG once this new insurance kicks in. I told her that my last EEG showed nothing, and she understands, but would rather do that than an expensive in-hospital 24-hour monitoring. We will also discuss increasing the Trileptal dosages.

The effects from the craniosacral therapy are starting to wear off, save for the lack of lumbar pain and sciatic pain. That's still fantastic. I'll take the whole body pain, fatigue, dizziness, headaches, muscle tension, spasms, and memory lapses over constant major back pain.

Adam is in New York for work today and won't be home until well after midnight, with tomorrow off. This pleases me. I'm currently wondering if he can successfully bring home cheesecake.

I find it wonderful and amusing that my favorite Pepperidge Farm Cookies are named Montauk (Soft Baked, of course). Ah, Montauk. It's a lovely little town, if not constantly cold. It has some amazing seafood, too. Also, the Montauk Monster from 2008 was a raccoon. However, I have always been intrigued by the Montauk Project, which a high school friend's father worked on. He hinted that several of the rampant conspiracy theories were true but he refused to talk about any of them, which only intrigued me further. His daughter and I liked to think that the ones about Tesla, time travel, psychic powers, teleportation, and the "beast" were the real ones. He died the year we graduated high school, so we'll never know. The Montauk Lighthouse and the Montauk Air Force Base are very creepy, however.
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Nightmares have been insane for a few days. One featured cameos by actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki as their Supernatural characters, Dean and Sam. I've been watching the current season mostly because it is hilarious in its self-parody and satire. However, I did not enjoy the nightmare, which went on forever. I believe at some point I may have managed to say "Help me" out loud in my sleep.

People have been telling me that I've had more small seizures several times a week, perhaps daily. I haven't realized nor remembered. My neurologist and I will schedule an EEG once this new insurance kicks in. I told her that my last EEG showed nothing, and she understands, but would rather do that than an expensive in-hospital 24-hour monitoring. We will also discuss increasing the Trileptal dosages.

The effects from the craniosacral therapy are starting to wear off, save for the lack of lumbar pain and sciatic pain. That's still fantastic. I'll take the whole body pain, fatigue, dizziness, headaches, muscle tension, spasms, and memory lapses over constant major back pain.

Adam is in New York for work today and won't be home until well after midnight, with tomorrow off. This pleases me. I'm currently wondering if he can successfully bring home cheesecake.

I find it wonderful and amusing that my favorite Pepperidge Farm Cookies are named Montauk (Soft Baked, of course). Ah, Montauk. It's a lovely little town, if not constantly cold. It has some amazing seafood, too. Also, the Montauk Monster from 2008 was a raccoon. However, I have always been intrigued by the Montauk Project, which a high school friend's father worked on. He hinted that several of the rampant conspiracy theories were true but he refused to talk about any of them, which only intrigued me further. His daughter and I liked to think that the ones about Tesla, time travel, psychic powers, teleportation, and the "beast" were the real ones. He died the year we graduated high school, so we'll never know. The Montauk Lighthouse and the Montauk Air Force Base are very creepy, however.
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Adam and I got home yesterday evening; the cats climbed all over us.

I am still reeling from the amazing craniosacral therapy session I had on Friday. That I still cannot find the best words to describe it is a testament to its awesomeness. My muscles are still relaxing and releasing, my overall pain is much gentler, all my chakras are balanced like whoa, and my overall energy has improved quite beautifully. I feel more shiny than ever. I feel quite bright, psychically. Karin, the therapist, told me that the effects will last for a few days and maybe more. She was right. It probably won't last long, but I'll ride the wave and revel in it for as long as I can.

Also, I went to Sag Harbor's organic market, Provisions, and got awesome stuff that I can't find down here.
http://www.gnosischocolate.com/superberry-lime-raw-chocolate/
http://righteouslyrawchocolate.com/righteously-raw_acai_cacao-bar.php
http://www.acureorganics.com/Moroccan-Argan-Stem-Cell-Conditioner-p/028.htm
http://www.acureorganics.com/argan-oil-and-argan-stem-cell-shampoo-p/025.htm
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=316
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=399

Adam and I did go to Conca D'Oro to eat pizza, and it was most definitely improved from last year. I am very, very pleased.

Also, my mother and father are still fantastic and still brilliant and still beautiful.
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Adam and I got home yesterday evening; the cats climbed all over us.

I am still reeling from the amazing craniosacral therapy session I had on Friday. That I still cannot find the best words to describe it is a testament to its awesomeness. My muscles are still relaxing and releasing, my overall pain is much gentler, all my chakras are balanced like whoa, and my overall energy has improved quite beautifully. I feel more shiny than ever. I feel quite bright, psychically. Karin, the therapist, told me that the effects will last for a few days and maybe more. She was right. It probably won't last long, but I'll ride the wave and revel in it for as long as I can.

Also, I went to Sag Harbor's organic market, Provisions, and got awesome stuff that I can't find down here.
http://www.gnosischocolate.com/superberry-lime-raw-chocolate/
http://righteouslyrawchocolate.com/righteously-raw_acai_cacao-bar.php
http://www.acureorganics.com/Moroccan-Argan-Stem-Cell-Conditioner-p/028.htm
http://www.acureorganics.com/argan-oil-and-argan-stem-cell-shampoo-p/025.htm
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=316
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=399

Adam and I did go to Conca D'Oro to eat pizza, and it was most definitely improved from last year. I am very, very pleased.

Also, my mother and father are still fantastic and still brilliant and still beautiful.
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Adam and I got home yesterday evening; the cats climbed all over us.

I am still reeling from the amazing craniosacral therapy session I had on Friday. That I still cannot find the best words to describe it is a testament to its awesomeness. My muscles are still relaxing and releasing, my overall pain is much gentler, all my chakras are balanced like whoa, and my overall energy has improved quite beautifully. I feel more shiny than ever. I feel quite bright, psychically. Karin, the therapist, told me that the effects will last for a few days and maybe more. She was right. It probably won't last long, but I'll ride the wave and revel in it for as long as I can.

Also, I went to Sag Harbor's organic market, Provisions, and got awesome stuff that I can't find down here.
http://www.gnosischocolate.com/superberry-lime-raw-chocolate/
http://righteouslyrawchocolate.com/righteously-raw_acai_cacao-bar.php
http://www.acureorganics.com/Moroccan-Argan-Stem-Cell-Conditioner-p/028.htm
http://www.acureorganics.com/argan-oil-and-argan-stem-cell-shampoo-p/025.htm
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=316
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=399

Adam and I did go to Conca D'Oro to eat pizza, and it was most definitely improved from last year. I am very, very pleased.

Also, my mother and father are still fantastic and still brilliant and still beautiful.
brightrosefox: (Default)
Adam and I got home yesterday evening; the cats climbed all over us.

I am still reeling from the amazing craniosacral therapy session I had on Friday. That I still cannot find the best words to describe it is a testament to its awesomeness. My muscles are still relaxing and releasing, my overall pain is much gentler, all my chakras are balanced like whoa, and my overall energy has improved quite beautifully. I feel more shiny than ever. I feel quite bright, psychically. Karin, the therapist, told me that the effects will last for a few days and maybe more. She was right. It probably won't last long, but I'll ride the wave and revel in it for as long as I can.

Also, I went to Sag Harbor's organic market, Provisions, and got awesome stuff that I can't find down here.
http://www.gnosischocolate.com/superberry-lime-raw-chocolate/
http://righteouslyrawchocolate.com/righteously-raw_acai_cacao-bar.php
http://www.acureorganics.com/Moroccan-Argan-Stem-Cell-Conditioner-p/028.htm
http://www.acureorganics.com/argan-oil-and-argan-stem-cell-shampoo-p/025.htm
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=316
http://www.griffinremedy.com/product.php?id=399

Adam and I did go to Conca D'Oro to eat pizza, and it was most definitely improved from last year. I am very, very pleased.

Also, my mother and father are still fantastic and still brilliant and still beautiful.
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Oh, Sag Harbor. It stays the same. Shops and eateries and stores may die, new shops and stores may take over. But the little village is always the same.
My parents are the same. They haven't aged a day. My relationship with my mother is surprisingly more healthy than ever now that we can each admit to and discuss our faults. We are still best friends, we are still Gilmore Girls. Less neurotic now, less picky. Also, my being on an antidepressant plus an anxiolytic really helps.
Adam and I have so far stuck to two Sag Harbor visit traditions: eating mussels in white wine garlic sauce at the Corner Bar, and shopping at the organic shop Provisions. We have yet to have pizza at Conca D'Oros, which will hopefully be better than last year's greasy mess.
As always, my husband and father are bonding over stone sculpting and art, and old movies. Mom is giving me her old outfits and jackets, and reminding me to buy jeans with longer hems. Always a fashion illustrator. Hearts.
Tomorrow, our Thanksgiving dinner will be held at the Bailey's for the first time since Adam and I have been coming to Sag Harbor twelve years ago.
Also, twelve years. Holy shit. Today, in fact, is our twelfth togetherness anniversary. It is also six months since our sixth wedding anniversary. Oh, time.
I'm eating one of Mom's brownies and drinking hazelnut milk. My mother's brownies are better than any brownie I have ever had, rich and dense and made so only one small piece is needed. I am also not just saying that because she is my mother. The brownies truly are amazing.
Twelve years. Six and a half years of marriage.
I will raise my brownie to that.
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Oh, Sag Harbor. It stays the same. Shops and eateries and stores may die, new shops and stores may take over. But the little village is always the same.
My parents are the same. They haven't aged a day. My relationship with my mother is surprisingly more healthy than ever now that we can each admit to and discuss our faults. We are still best friends, we are still Gilmore Girls. Less neurotic now, less picky. Also, my being on an antidepressant plus an anxiolytic really helps.
Adam and I have so far stuck to two Sag Harbor visit traditions: eating mussels in white wine garlic sauce at the Corner Bar, and shopping at the organic shop Provisions. We have yet to have pizza at Conca D'Oros, which will hopefully be better than last year's greasy mess.
As always, my husband and father are bonding over stone sculpting and art, and old movies. Mom is giving me her old outfits and jackets, and reminding me to buy jeans with longer hems. Always a fashion illustrator. Hearts.
Tomorrow, our Thanksgiving dinner will be held at the Bailey's for the first time since Adam and I have been coming to Sag Harbor twelve years ago.
Also, twelve years. Holy shit. Today, in fact, is our twelfth togetherness anniversary. It is also six months since our sixth wedding anniversary. Oh, time.
I'm eating one of Mom's brownies and drinking hazelnut milk. My mother's brownies are better than any brownie I have ever had, rich and dense and made so only one small piece is needed. I am also not just saying that because she is my mother. The brownies truly are amazing.
Twelve years. Six and a half years of marriage.
I will raise my brownie to that.
brightrosefox: (Default)
Oh, Sag Harbor. It stays the same. Shops and eateries and stores may die, new shops and stores may take over. But the little village is always the same.
My parents are the same. They haven't aged a day. My relationship with my mother is surprisingly more healthy than ever now that we can each admit to and discuss our faults. We are still best friends, we are still Gilmore Girls. Less neurotic now, less picky. Also, my being on an antidepressant plus an anxiolytic really helps.
Adam and I have so far stuck to two Sag Harbor visit traditions: eating mussels in white wine garlic sauce at the Corner Bar, and shopping at the organic shop Provisions. We have yet to have pizza at Conca D'Oros, which will hopefully be better than last year's greasy mess.
As always, my husband and father are bonding over stone sculpting and art, and old movies. Mom is giving me her old outfits and jackets, and reminding me to buy jeans with longer hems. Always a fashion illustrator. Hearts.
Tomorrow, our Thanksgiving dinner will be held at the Bailey's for the first time since Adam and I have been coming to Sag Harbor twelve years ago.
Also, twelve years. Holy shit. Today, in fact, is our twelfth togetherness anniversary. It is also six months since our sixth wedding anniversary. Oh, time.
I'm eating one of Mom's brownies and drinking hazelnut milk. My mother's brownies are better than any brownie I have ever had, rich and dense and made so only one small piece is needed. I am also not just saying that because she is my mother. The brownies truly are amazing.
Twelve years. Six and a half years of marriage.
I will raise my brownie to that.

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