"I want to return to that pre-cure state. I want to live again in the infinitesimal nows with the illusion of infinite do-overs, of being able to choose all paths simultaneously. " This quote kind of makes me want to throw up...it makes me want to throw up when I have those moments pop up these days...sigh...I don't want that. It makes me feel like my heart will explode out of my chest...I used to live for that feeling...now it makes me sick...

I love Passover...who doesn't love a holiday that involves four glasses of wine in one sitting ;)

I got totally excited this week because the weather is ready again for my Paris Hilton sunglasses...there need be NO jealousy in our little ADHD universe since clearly, at least two of the three kids have it too and the third thinks the rest of us are funny...at least for now :) wheeee! Everyone can enjoy ADHD...everyone can have their own pair of Paris Hilton sunglasses...!

Ha! *snort* reminds me of Dr. Hallowell's assertion that normal brains suffer from Attention Surplus Disorder...bwahahaha....

Oh so timely.

I was accused of being a socialist today...it was so retro it almost turned me on a little, I love retro style! (as demonstrated by my taste in shoes). It was so...oh I don't know...Joe McCarthy! Damn! What ever happened to THAT guy? Is he still in Congress? He MUST be.

Oh, back to being called a socialist...I was called a socialist because a friend of mine was declaring the end of Democracy and the beginning of Communism, and why couldn't we just trust the free market to fix itself and blahblahblah...my response was "while I'm not so sure about this bill, I'm pretty sure Enron is a good example of private industry blowing it in the free market...". I was informed that my friend was not entertaining discussion on the topic because...it was socialist, and further more, my ideas were a threat to freedom.

I responded that the biggest threat to freedom is silence. And that my comments weren't intended to insult him but to challenge him to solution oriented thinking.

Upon further reflection I can't imagine what I was thinking. I went back and reviewed the TOS for this friendship and apparently I initially missed the fine print that states "friendship and the only acceptable definition of freedom are dependent on you agreeing with me at all times".

Sweet...so now I have a retro label to go with my vintage fashions.

I hope you're gleaning that I'm pickin' up what you're putting down.

I can neither confirm nor deny any knowledge I may have or not have regarding the Delta Force and glittery shoes.

I'm sure he'd be happy to share the secrets of his banana chimichanga with you...note to self...

Sonny Rollins and I definitely have the thunderbolt kind. It's refreshing...it's been a while :)

The first time my sweetheart invited me over to his house, he made me a banana chimichanga (hey...it was a dessert...get outta the sleeze lane!). Shockingly delicious...he lit it on fire...dressed it with chocolate...highly recommend for romantic evenings :)

As for true love...he and I have discussed this many times now...he really is a believer in true love. I'm uh...well let's just say I'm a little more cynical. I'm squishy, I love being in love...but I have a pretty intense bullshit detector and people who try to woo me with classic "romance" basically piss me off. That is, until Mr. Banana Chimichanga came along. He's made me appreciate loooooove all over again :) Just sayin...oh NO...NOT TRUE LOVE...that's a stupid concept that people use themselves to make things seem super duper magical that probably shouldn't be. But real, good love? The kind that happens over banana chimichangas and sweet overtures of sweetness that aren't the fake kind? Oh yes...good times.

My personal explanation is not true love. It's "my personal chemistry set and yours complement one another nicely".

F*ck average bears, you're far more entertaining! This, my friend, this is a masterwork of the blogosphere :)

For me, the word was "weird". I got that one a lot. I used to torture my-SELF with crazy...but you know what? a) I'm not crazy and neither are you and b) I just got some F*CKING AWESOME SHOES IN THE MAIL SO I DON'T GIVE A CRAP who thinks I'm weird!

Haaaaa...yeah, take THAT, curing ADHD (er, encouraging it) with glittery silver shoes. The Delta Force needs silver glittery shoes.

As if you need more confirmation that you're right on here, lol, but:

"Many medical studies have proven, motivating children to develop self-confidence, giving them close companionship “and improving their R.E.M. sleep” in the early stages of autism, asthma, ADD and ADHD can overcome these disorders completely."

Check, check and check. And I still have ADHD. Not just kinda. Crap like this parked out there in the virtual world makes me want to "virtually" punch people in the face.