Mrs Z
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Hmmmmmmmmmm ......... Karma?? LOL!
1,2,3 - My gran in a home who has dementia and I'm scared of her and the other residents. Not big, not brave but I'm scared to go :cry:
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1,2,3 - My gran in a home who has dementia and I'm scared of her and the other residents. Not big, not brave but I'm scared to go :cry:
JanD
maintaining since June'09
Oooops! Me and my big'un :ignore: :sign0007: :booboo: :d'oh: :argh: :beam:
:feedtroll: :wave_cry:
Mrs Z
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Easily done - might have looked that way to me too.
Going to go today - really go. Not just park outside, chicken out and come home again. :sigh:
RoseyRoo1983
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I miss my best friends and wish I was sat in the pub garden drinking lots of Pinot Grigio!! x
poppy100
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I've got a headache
hope you get rid of your headache.
*gold.emerald*
dancing queen ;)
hmm, that smells good!!! ...(have a new perfume and its yummy...hmmm)
Iris
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My latest random thought was 'what if sex made you fat?'
I mean, I was cogitating on my reasons for being a recovering chocoholic, and I realised I had a tendency to over-analyse some aspects of it. A major part of it was just simple, filthy, unadulterated pleasure.
So then I thought - what if sex made you fat? Would you control it as ruthlessly as you do chocolate? Would you cut it out of your life? Would you don a chastity belt (size 10, naturally) and swear off it?
Then my thinking got fuzzy as I tried to tease apart a few strands on just which pleasures are necessary or justifiable or worth exchanging the grand old feeling of Controlled Slim for. How do you calculate the pleasure/pain balance? I got confused, thought 'to hell with this' and went and found myself a bag of snackajacks chocolate popcorn.
Following swiftly on the heels of the above came another random thought: why can't I just be confidently, luxuriantly, edwardianly curvy and billowing like Nigella Lawson, and make midnight trips to the fridge to feast on rocky road squares while wearing a fetching black silk negligee and sporting flawless hair and makeup?
Reality is for the dogs, innit.
I mean, I was cogitating on my reasons for being a recovering chocoholic, and I realised I had a tendency to over-analyse some aspects of it. A major part of it was just simple, filthy, unadulterated pleasure.
So then I thought - what if sex made you fat? Would you control it as ruthlessly as you do chocolate? Would you cut it out of your life? Would you don a chastity belt (size 10, naturally) and swear off it?
Then my thinking got fuzzy as I tried to tease apart a few strands on just which pleasures are necessary or justifiable or worth exchanging the grand old feeling of Controlled Slim for. How do you calculate the pleasure/pain balance? I got confused, thought 'to hell with this' and went and found myself a bag of snackajacks chocolate popcorn.
Following swiftly on the heels of the above came another random thought: why can't I just be confidently, luxuriantly, edwardianly curvy and billowing like Nigella Lawson, and make midnight trips to the fridge to feast on rocky road squares while wearing a fetching black silk negligee and sporting flawless hair and makeup?
Reality is for the dogs, innit.
*gold.emerald*
dancing queen ;)
hm, it's late...maybe i should log off minimins and do some sleeping...
*gold.emerald*
dancing queen ;)
...or maybe not...
