Seth’s Blog: Hurry!
Link: Seth’s Blog: Hurry!.
This is a great read with excellent advice – had to share! (now I guess I need to take that advice).
two days under
I’ve just come out of a two day depression. A dip. I hate these. Usually I just hide for two or three days. Since hiding under the covers in bed isn’t an option, I just hide on the Internet instead. In my bizarre sense of economy, I figure it beats being an alcoholic or a drug addict as my father was – and who subsequently died as a result of complications from those addictions.
I’m so messed up right now I can barely think straight, let alone string together words cogently enough to make sense. I have no idea
why these “dips” happen. The best I can make of them, they happen when I don’t take care of myself, burying my being transgendered deep inside me to the degree that it drives me to a depression that I can’t really deal with. I know there are medications for this soft of thing. And my therapist has recommended them on more than one occasion. So why not avail myself of them and get back to some normalcy? Mainly, I think, because I don’t like the side effects, the increased tendency for suicide, the unknowns of taking them for so long. So I chose to ride out these periods and then I come to my senses after two days of not sleeping, of hiding, and realize I’m really in a bad sorts, pull myself together and drag myself up and out and see that the sun really is shining, the air really is filled with oxygen and that maybe things aren’t so bad after all.
Expressing my transgendered nature really does help me in these situations. Generally, it’s about crossdressing. In doing that, I am able to bring some level of congruity between my body and my mind and that makes all the difference, calming me, making my little world line up and then letting me sort of just go on with life. That going on with life is what most if not all folk who are transgendered really want. They just want some measure of peace and then to live and work and love. It’s pretty simple stuff really. I don’t know a single transgendered man or woman who would ask to have Gender Identity Dysphoria (GID). The general complications that it causes are just mind boggling. MOST of those complications are the result of societal pressure that being transgendered is somehow so weird that it demands stomping out or to be relegated to some sensational talk show. Many of those complications are caused by the transgendered persons own fears as well.
So it’s nice to be out and about. I don’t feel particularly comfortable in my own skin right now, but I’m not in some darkcavernous place at least.
Pancakes
Alton Brown’s Good Eats on The Food Network is THE best show. I love his cooking style and how he so imaginatively talks about food, and teaches about how to cook. It’s really fun. On tonight’s episode he talked about French Toast. I don’t make much French Toast any more since my children are grown. We did go through a spate there where French Toast was all the rave in my kitchen. I don’t do it up nearly as good as Mr. Brown does, bu it was edible (and yeah, the bread was like over a week stale not a day!).
Though French Toast was fun for a "season" the real draw in my kitchen was (and still is) PANCAKES. Pancakes are the ONE thing I can trust to get my brood up and around the kitchen table TOGETHER. They may mutter something vaguely distinguishable as English when they ask for "coffee", or look at each other through bloodshot eyes and grunt, acknowledging there is another body in the room. But the key is we are all together around the table. Pancakes get us there.
Here’s the recipe I’ve used for years, and just thought I’d share the pancake love with ya’ll:
Missing Asiatics
We have a nice bed of lillies in our orchard. It contains day and Asiatic lillies, and they are gorgeous. The Asiatic’s were a new import this year into the bed and we have been very happy with their gorgeous pink flowers & the height difference they’ve brought to the bed. Well, HAD might be a better idea. In the mornings, walking out into the orchard, barefoot, cup of coffee in hand, can be wonderful. But then I noticed as I was walking that up on the hill, where the bed lives, something was a miss – the Asiatics! Or more precisely, the flowers and BUDS. Carefully approaching the finely pruned bed I noticed it, the heads had been eaten off. WHAT! The outrage!!
Okay, so who could be the culprit. The day commuting woodchuck that has her daily apples from our apple trees? Hmmm, she might be able to get up on her hind legs. The coyotes? No, he’d be chasing the day commuting groundhog. It could only be deer (well, it could be elk, but we don’t have elk in these parts). Hmm, once my digital camera has been fixed I’ll have to see if I can get a pic of the perp, bud in mouth!
Top Hoaxes of all time
Link: Mercola Health Newsletter
These were way too funny to pass up posting over my steaming mug of hazelnut coffee…see the whole list at this link here
1. The Swiss
Spaghetti Harvest
In 1957 the respected BBC news show Panorama announced that thanks
to a very mild winter and the virtual elimination of the dreaded
spaghetti weevil, Swiss farmers were enjoying a bumper spaghetti
crop. It accompanied this announcement with footage of Swiss peasants
pulling strands of spaghetti down from trees. Huge numbers of viewers
were taken in, and many called up wanting to know how they could
grow their own spaghetti trees. To this question, the BBC diplomatically
replied that they should "place a sprig of spaghetti in a tin
of tomato sauce and hope for the best."
