I just randomly stumbled upon this – can anyone explain what it means? I need caffeine to wake me up enough to be able to process this information…..
Hedges DW, Woon FL, Hoopes SP.
Department of Psychology, Neuroscience Center, Brigham Young University, Provo, UT, USA.
As a competitive adenosine antagonist, caffeine affects dopamine transmission and has been reported to worsen psychosis in people with schizophrenia and to cause psychosis in otherwise healthy people. We report of case of apparent chronic caffeine-induced psychosis characterized by delusions and paranoia in a 47-year-old man with high caffeine intake. The psychosis resolved within 7 weeks after lowering caffeine intake without use of antipsychotic medication. Clinicians might consider the possibility of caffeinism when evaluating chronic psychosis.
(shamelessly taken from The Jewish Mother Book by Jim Dale)
- I am right, you’ll see.
- Eat More.
- Take my advice, I’m going to continue giving it until you do.
- Nothing is clean until I clean it.
- Guilt. Pass it on.
- No. I don’t have to explain. Just no.
- I know everything about everyone. Even the president and movie stars.
- You are tired / late / overweight / hungry / thirsty / cold / wrong.
- I’m just trying to help.
- Be nice to me. I’m going to die soon.
These kids are just the funniest and most disgusting creatures sometimes. At dinner we had a rousing rendition of Beans Beans the Magical Fruit. (that’ll teach me to serve baked beans). Much laughing and different versions were sang. I am surrounded by boys – potty humour is the law of the land.
The kids then sang to me a song I had never heard before, and I was shocked, shocked I tell you when they told me they learned it in school. (WARNING – very male toilet humour oriented, I am just sharing because I cannot keep it to myself. I am so grossed out, apparently because I am a girl)
“I wake up in the morning, put my feet on the floor, and make a 50 yard dash to the bathroom door. I sit on the john, all the paper towels are gone, [I cannot continue because its just too gross]”
And in other news: A book was confiscated from one of my kids, and he was told he would have that book back at the end of the semester – apparently my child said “why, sir, will it take you that long to read it?”
And these are kids that one day will look for a bride and she will look at her husband and think what a decent and upstanding mensch he is. I have my work cut out for me. Sigh.
I find it so interesting what people google and the fact that weird terms bring them to my blog – here is a sampling of the interesting searches that brought people to the Pinkness that is my blog.
who said true love is neither physical,
how to make french nail
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how to be a good spouse with kids
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Dear Angel in Charge of Weather
I have a big frozen bone to pick with you. I need to see the sun, I need to feel it warm on my face, I need for my feet to not be perpetually frozen toesicles. I NEED SUMMER. I have suffered through months and months of frozen winter here on this frigid tundra. Suffered I tell you!! Can you please turn on the heating outside? Did you not get the memo? It is the month of MAY – April showers bring May flowers supposedly….so stop the rain and the cold and bring me sunshine.
Thanks oodles and bunches
PS – having the sun shine on Yom HaAtzmaut last week was a wonderful touch – thank you for that….
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We went to the passport office this morning to apply for the passports. I brought the kids with me, because after all the photo fiasco and hoopla , if they wanted me to retake the kids photos I didn’t want to delayed it too much.
Now, if you mail in the forms etc it can take at least 2 months, but if you go to the passport office it take 10 working days until they send you the passport. Excellent. I will have them before the June 1st 2009 deadline (after that you need a passport to cross the Canada / USA border).
The only problem we ended up having with the pictures is that Prince HockeyFan has his mouth open in them (he has an overbite) and that is not acceptable. There was NO problem with lighting etc. (Go figure!) So she processed all the applications, and told me that if I dropped off his new pix by the end of the day there should be no processing delay.
The passport office that I used is at the Fairview Shopping Centre, and I figured I could get his pix done there. I went to the Pharmaprix there (cheapest option first) and asked if they would do it (couldn’t hurt to ask). No, sorry we don’t take kids pictures. Surprise surprise. We waited for another store to open – Astral Pictures – and they did his pictures, professionally and with courtesy, and at twice the price!
Now I have to tell you that my son was not well pleased about having to have his photos retaken. He started to whine and complain about how hard it would be blah blah. I had absolutely NO patience for this kind of behaviour but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I am proud to admit that I bribed him. Told him I had a certain amount on money in my wallet that had his name on it if he decided he was going to cooperate with zero fuss. Amazing thing, money. There was NO fuss. Wow. I absolutely hate the photos – they don’t look like him. He has a frowny face in them, but his mouth is closed.
We dropped off the pictures at the office and hightailed it to school. I am glad that’s done.
(I walked past Second Cup and Saint Cinnabon and Café Depot and they called out to me….but I resisted).
It’s 6.18 am and I just returned from my first jog/walk in a very long while. I left the house at 5.37 am and picked up my running buddy, who just happens to be ex-navy, so she knows how to whip our butts into shape. We walked to the park, jogged around it, walked home. In the rain. I didn’t want to push myself too much so I took it easy, but even so some muscles in my thighs and hips are already complaining.
I am off for a shower and then some carbs and protein, and then I will start the kids’ day with a smile (and perhaps a little pat on the back that I actually got up and went jogging.)
We planned the same for tomorrow. Oy vey! (Proud of me, my KoD?)
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