I always knew my husband had a great mind anyway

The upside to Adult ADHD.
and...
What it is and isn't.
Looks like I am a Type 2, Class C or D or combined C and D, myself... Adam is by far a Type 1.

I always knew my husband had a great mind anyway

The upside to Adult ADHD.
and...
What it is and isn't.
Looks like I am a Type 2, Class C or D or combined C and D, myself... Adam is by far a Type 1.

I always knew my husband had a great mind anyway

The upside to Adult ADHD.
and...
What it is and isn't.
Looks like I am a Type 2, Class C or D or combined C and D, myself... Adam is by far a Type 1.

Talking with the mommy

I just had a very interesting phone conversation with my mother. She called up to ask if I knew anything about treating Restless Leg Syndrome with Klonopin. My father has been getting worse, and for the first time in his 65 years, he is willing to take a long-term prescription drug for a medical condition. Mom and Dad have always relied on vitamins and herbs and such, unless it was something that required antibiotics or inhalers. This feels so weird. Dad had already tried everything natural, nothing worked, so they're finally giving a drug from traditional medicine a go.
Good for them, I say. That's why it's there.

We got to talking about life; she asked about my friends. And when she asked about certain friends, I realized that I had never told her that that whole vicious rumor mess from my wedding day had been cleared up months ago! Whoops! She didn't know that everything was fine and we were all friends again, that it had all been an awful lie and one of the most horrible rumors I had ever heard of. She was still assuming that Beca and I weren't speaking to each other, she didn't know that Jenn and Beca were now friends. I quickly set her straight. She was shocked and saddened to learn the truth, but admitted that she'd had her suspicions about what had really been going on. She is very glad that I am no longer in contact with the responsible party. She warned me to stay away from "a mind that sick and troubled." She is very, very grateful that I have my girls back in my life, that they had never left my heart. *squishes Beca and Beth*
I could have sworn I had told her. Ooops! Sorry, Mom! Now you know.

Mom and I had a good laugh over the fallacies of many prescription drugs, after discussing the Klonopin. About how many drugs listed side effects that were worse than the problem being treated. Like that new drug Requip, for RLS. It apparently can cause hallucinations, severe dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and will basically knock you out so that you not only not notice the restless leg, you can't even move. We joked about the absurdity, but she agreed with me when I pointed out that Western medicine certainly has many advantages when your condition has gotten as serious as Daddy's. I still find it extraordinary, though, that he is in his sixties, in excellent physical shape, near perfect health, and has never been on any long term prescription in his life. He must be doing something right. So must she. My mother is fifty-six and is beautiful as she was at twenty-six.

Talking with the mommy

I just had a very interesting phone conversation with my mother. She called up to ask if I knew anything about treating Restless Leg Syndrome with Klonopin. My father has been getting worse, and for the first time in his 65 years, he is willing to take a long-term prescription drug for a medical condition. Mom and Dad have always relied on vitamins and herbs and such, unless it was something that required antibiotics or inhalers. This feels so weird. Dad had already tried everything natural, nothing worked, so they're finally giving a drug from traditional medicine a go.
Good for them, I say. That's why it's there.

We got to talking about life; she asked about my friends. And when she asked about certain friends, I realized that I had never told her that that whole vicious rumor mess from my wedding day had been cleared up months ago! Whoops! She didn't know that everything was fine and we were all friends again, that it had all been an awful lie and one of the most horrible rumors I had ever heard of. She was still assuming that Beca and I weren't speaking to each other, she didn't know that Jenn and Beca were now friends. I quickly set her straight. She was shocked and saddened to learn the truth, but admitted that she'd had her suspicions about what had really been going on. She is very glad that I am no longer in contact with the responsible party. She warned me to stay away from "a mind that sick and troubled." She is very, very grateful that I have my girls back in my life, that they had never left my heart. *squishes Beca and Beth*
I could have sworn I had told her. Ooops! Sorry, Mom! Now you know.

Mom and I had a good laugh over the fallacies of many prescription drugs, after discussing the Klonopin. About how many drugs listed side effects that were worse than the problem being treated. Like that new drug Requip, for RLS. It apparently can cause hallucinations, severe dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and will basically knock you out so that you not only not notice the restless leg, you can't even move. We joked about the absurdity, but she agreed with me when I pointed out that Western medicine certainly has many advantages when your condition has gotten as serious as Daddy's. I still find it extraordinary, though, that he is in his sixties, in excellent physical shape, near perfect health, and has never been on any long term prescription in his life. He must be doing something right. So must she. My mother is fifty-six and is beautiful as she was at twenty-six.

Talking with the mommy

I just had a very interesting phone conversation with my mother. She called up to ask if I knew anything about treating Restless Leg Syndrome with Klonopin. My father has been getting worse, and for the first time in his 65 years, he is willing to take a long-term prescription drug for a medical condition. Mom and Dad have always relied on vitamins and herbs and such, unless it was something that required antibiotics or inhalers. This feels so weird. Dad had already tried everything natural, nothing worked, so they're finally giving a drug from traditional medicine a go.
Good for them, I say. That's why it's there.

We got to talking about life; she asked about my friends. And when she asked about certain friends, I realized that I had never told her that that whole vicious rumor mess from my wedding day had been cleared up months ago! Whoops! She didn't know that everything was fine and we were all friends again, that it had all been an awful lie and one of the most horrible rumors I had ever heard of. She was still assuming that Beca and I weren't speaking to each other, she didn't know that Jenn and Beca were now friends. I quickly set her straight. She was shocked and saddened to learn the truth, but admitted that she'd had her suspicions about what had really been going on. She is very glad that I am no longer in contact with the responsible party. She warned me to stay away from "a mind that sick and troubled." She is very, very grateful that I have my girls back in my life, that they had never left my heart. *squishes Beca and Beth*
I could have sworn I had told her. Ooops! Sorry, Mom! Now you know.

Mom and I had a good laugh over the fallacies of many prescription drugs, after discussing the Klonopin. About how many drugs listed side effects that were worse than the problem being treated. Like that new drug Requip, for RLS. It apparently can cause hallucinations, severe dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and will basically knock you out so that you not only not notice the restless leg, you can't even move. We joked about the absurdity, but she agreed with me when I pointed out that Western medicine certainly has many advantages when your condition has gotten as serious as Daddy's. I still find it extraordinary, though, that he is in his sixties, in excellent physical shape, near perfect health, and has never been on any long term prescription in his life. He must be doing something right. So must she. My mother is fifty-six and is beautiful as she was at twenty-six.

And Joss said, "Let there be..."

Gotten from Jackie:

Joss has some pre-Serenity words. The last two lines of this letter are the most important; be sure you read them well. And go see Serenity this weekend.

***
Well boys and girls and boys dressed as girls and girls dressed as Kaylee, the time is almost upon us. This Friday we take that old rust-bucket out of the shipyard and see if she can breach atmo. It's been a long (to paraphrase a band I like) strange trip, and it'll be nice finally to show everybody what it is we've been tinkering with all this time. You already know you have my thanks, from the hardcore fans to the softcore... fans.... let me try that again. From the people manning the booths, buying DVD sets for their friends, getting banners seen everywhere on Australian TV, raffling artwork for ticketholders (Adam Hughes, take a bow), to the most casual fan who just wants to see the flick and won't ever even read this. You guys are the fuel in the engine, the Fire in the Fly, the weird green stuff coming out of Serenity's butt. (Hmmm. Forget that last one. I'm a little bit out of control here.)

Everyone needs something to keep them going. Mal has his ship. Zoe has her integrity. Jayne has Vera. And I've got you guys.

So what now? There have been so many posts about seeing it, seeing it again, the first weekend, the second weekend, being enthusiastic without being obnoxious (and yes, it IS hard to see over the pom-pom of a Jayne hat), buying tickets in advance, making a noise... I honestly wouldn't know what to add. I can tell you this: the movie will play in about 2200 hundred theaters, which is a good number. Too many, and you get empty theaters with no energy -- not enough, and you get, well, not enough. It may be hard to find in some areas but it'll be out there. Leave no multiplex unturned! This is going to be a ground war, peeps -- we have to hold the valley for a long while. However it opens, it needs to HOLD. Instead of the Alliance we'll be fighting viewer apathy, fear of something new, the urge to wait for DVD, and Jessica Alba in a bikini. (Although I have it on good authority that she spends 90% of the film in a huge wooly parka. Make sure that gets out.)

The day this puppy opens, I'll be seeing it with my family (don't worry, there's a lot of them, and they're all paying) and then I'm off to Europe to learn the word 'Browncoats' in nine different languages -- 'cause like I said, it's all about holding. I'll never be far from a computer, though, so I can check in with y'all. Thanks for every damn thing.

And remember, amidst all the urgency to make this an event, all the work and the worry, to take two hours and just enjoy yourself. That is, after all, what all this fighting's about.

-joss.
***

And Joss said, "Let there be..."

Gotten from Jackie:

Joss has some pre-Serenity words. The last two lines of this letter are the most important; be sure you read them well. And go see Serenity this weekend.

***
Well boys and girls and boys dressed as girls and girls dressed as Kaylee, the time is almost upon us. This Friday we take that old rust-bucket out of the shipyard and see if she can breach atmo. It's been a long (to paraphrase a band I like) strange trip, and it'll be nice finally to show everybody what it is we've been tinkering with all this time. You already know you have my thanks, from the hardcore fans to the softcore... fans.... let me try that again. From the people manning the booths, buying DVD sets for their friends, getting banners seen everywhere on Australian TV, raffling artwork for ticketholders (Adam Hughes, take a bow), to the most casual fan who just wants to see the flick and won't ever even read this. You guys are the fuel in the engine, the Fire in the Fly, the weird green stuff coming out of Serenity's butt. (Hmmm. Forget that last one. I'm a little bit out of control here.)

Everyone needs something to keep them going. Mal has his ship. Zoe has her integrity. Jayne has Vera. And I've got you guys.

So what now? There have been so many posts about seeing it, seeing it again, the first weekend, the second weekend, being enthusiastic without being obnoxious (and yes, it IS hard to see over the pom-pom of a Jayne hat), buying tickets in advance, making a noise... I honestly wouldn't know what to add. I can tell you this: the movie will play in about 2200 hundred theaters, which is a good number. Too many, and you get empty theaters with no energy -- not enough, and you get, well, not enough. It may be hard to find in some areas but it'll be out there. Leave no multiplex unturned! This is going to be a ground war, peeps -- we have to hold the valley for a long while. However it opens, it needs to HOLD. Instead of the Alliance we'll be fighting viewer apathy, fear of something new, the urge to wait for DVD, and Jessica Alba in a bikini. (Although I have it on good authority that she spends 90% of the film in a huge wooly parka. Make sure that gets out.)

The day this puppy opens, I'll be seeing it with my family (don't worry, there's a lot of them, and they're all paying) and then I'm off to Europe to learn the word 'Browncoats' in nine different languages -- 'cause like I said, it's all about holding. I'll never be far from a computer, though, so I can check in with y'all. Thanks for every damn thing.

And remember, amidst all the urgency to make this an event, all the work and the worry, to take two hours and just enjoy yourself. That is, after all, what all this fighting's about.

-joss.
***

And Joss said, "Let there be..."

Gotten from Jackie:

Joss has some pre-Serenity words. The last two lines of this letter are the most important; be sure you read them well. And go see Serenity this weekend.

***
Well boys and girls and boys dressed as girls and girls dressed as Kaylee, the time is almost upon us. This Friday we take that old rust-bucket out of the shipyard and see if she can breach atmo. It's been a long (to paraphrase a band I like) strange trip, and it'll be nice finally to show everybody what it is we've been tinkering with all this time. You already know you have my thanks, from the hardcore fans to the softcore... fans.... let me try that again. From the people manning the booths, buying DVD sets for their friends, getting banners seen everywhere on Australian TV, raffling artwork for ticketholders (Adam Hughes, take a bow), to the most casual fan who just wants to see the flick and won't ever even read this. You guys are the fuel in the engine, the Fire in the Fly, the weird green stuff coming out of Serenity's butt. (Hmmm. Forget that last one. I'm a little bit out of control here.)

Everyone needs something to keep them going. Mal has his ship. Zoe has her integrity. Jayne has Vera. And I've got you guys.

So what now? There have been so many posts about seeing it, seeing it again, the first weekend, the second weekend, being enthusiastic without being obnoxious (and yes, it IS hard to see over the pom-pom of a Jayne hat), buying tickets in advance, making a noise... I honestly wouldn't know what to add. I can tell you this: the movie will play in about 2200 hundred theaters, which is a good number. Too many, and you get empty theaters with no energy -- not enough, and you get, well, not enough. It may be hard to find in some areas but it'll be out there. Leave no multiplex unturned! This is going to be a ground war, peeps -- we have to hold the valley for a long while. However it opens, it needs to HOLD. Instead of the Alliance we'll be fighting viewer apathy, fear of something new, the urge to wait for DVD, and Jessica Alba in a bikini. (Although I have it on good authority that she spends 90% of the film in a huge wooly parka. Make sure that gets out.)

The day this puppy opens, I'll be seeing it with my family (don't worry, there's a lot of them, and they're all paying) and then I'm off to Europe to learn the word 'Browncoats' in nine different languages -- 'cause like I said, it's all about holding. I'll never be far from a computer, though, so I can check in with y'all. Thanks for every damn thing.

And remember, amidst all the urgency to make this an event, all the work and the worry, to take two hours and just enjoy yourself. That is, after all, what all this fighting's about.

-joss.
***