So you don't think I should tie a piece of raw meat to a pole duct taped to my semi clothed body and run across the frozen tundra pursued by wolves (like on that commercial) to perhaps jolt myself out of my winter depression?

I bet it would work for me,

Am I ranting? I thought perhaps it was along the lines of raving...raving maniac.....I have cabin fever....

I do not know why they call it cabin 'fever' when you are freezing. If I got a fever perhaps I could save on my heat bill and irritate the Saudi king. Not to mention if Hugo gets in any worse of a mood, I am in real trouble....I can't even manage a hot flash right now....where are those things when you need them???

My brain is telling me to 'adaptively' curl up in a ball under 3 quilts, and six pillows and a big yellow dog balanced on top, and eat expensive Swiss chocolate bars with almonds, and stay there until it gets over 32 degrees farenheit, which at this rate could take at least 8 weeks.

I suppose I could construe that as depression. I encourage any shrink to cure this with meds...maybe ClubMed.

I love the septic tank analogy....for some reason I can really relate to that.

So you don't think I should tie a piece of raw meat to a pole duct taped to my semi clothed body and run across the frozen tundra pursued by wolves (like on that commercial) to perhaps jolt myself out of my winter depression?

I bet it would work for me,



My brain is telling me to 'adaptively' curl up in a ball under 3 quilts, and six pillows and a big yellow dog balanced on top, and eat expensive Swiss chocolate bars with almonds, and stay there until it gets over 32 degrees farenheit, which at this rate could take at least 8 weeks.

I suppose I could construe that as depression. I encourage any shrink to cure this with meds...maybe ClubMed.



Sounds pretty adaptive to me.

I also love that first image--I don't think you need to be semi-clothed, though--wild women who run with wolves should be COMPLETELY naked, so they can be captured on YouTube and eventually be given a creative development contract by a studio trolling for new talent. (If you want to make it in show biz, you gotta take some risks--like frostbite.)

Susan did you see the tights,the arm warmer's,the well of course you did it's
youe book ,and I love it.

J er it's always good to see you,why because it is.

If I was a little girl again,wouldn't C. make a great Mommie..I mean evevytime
my teacher sent a note home,for the first time,but there wouldn't
be more then the first time..You couldn't hold her hand it would be flying
around,you would be laughing,way down in your stomach,when the spit
flys into the teacher face,I polite child would hold a big box of kleenex,
for wet face teacher..I mean by the time mommie C got done ranting
because she had to get our snowshoes on both of us,once more pick up
the mailbox,and go cross country,in our leg warmers,from Aunt Susan
and get our visors on after all that SAD is not funny,thank you Aunt
Mrs.d. Not to mention that Aunt Mel found a way to invent our interesting
snow shoes..We would wear cleaner bags over our coats to keep them
dry,monnie C would tell me about how we were making the world green
the bags looked black,perhaps that's why the teacher want's to see
mommie C because I don't know my black from green..If I was going
tp pick a Dad it would be darlek,thought you I was going to say Glen
ok our world is different,he will be Daddy Glen,hmm teachers do need a
raise..Monnie C would be ranting,Daddy d would be putting all the stickies
on the tearchers puter and anything he could think off..Best part when
we revive the teacher Daddy Glen would be passing out Gluten ffree
cookies..Now do you understand what little Sue means by green and black?
Poor underpaid teacher looks like she got hit by spit and one of Aunty
Mel's crosscountry shoes..On our way out the door Daddy darlek would
tell us to turn on visors,as not to be sad this evening...Daddy Glen
would let us have one more cookie and explain,why it was necessary
to crosscountry to school oh shoot we forgot the Triplets Bob,Brian and
Hey Joe...No wonder mommie c rants. Hugs to Family Sue