Haha. I'll call. Do you really want to list all those feminine hygiene products and prophylactics on such a public forum? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> Oh, get real. Like I'm going to buy that stuff for her!! I'm easily embarrassed <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />, as you all well know! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

P.S. No need to make any snarky remarks at me, dearDEAR Neak. I'm turning off the computer and leaving the house the very instant I post this! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

Bet you still see this before you go....

You lost. What do I win? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Got to the Dr.'s office to find out he wasn't coming in this afternoon after all, but nobody bothered to tell me! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> Pep asked what pi$$e$ me off. Well, here's one--a 60-mile round-trip exercise in futility when I could've been home ON MY ONE DAY OFF, either sleeping or doing something useful. This is the guy I recommended to Neak to deliver her DD6, so I'm willing to cut him slack this time, but it had better not happen again or I'm switching my affections to somebody else! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

I'm off to lalaland in LaLa Land. Sweet dreams.

t&l

Ahhhhhhhhh...the perks of being the thread starter!!!

Pep slips quietly in and changes the thread topic....very, very funny stuff!!! Further proof of how dangerous a mind can be while on vacation!!

Am I the only one who noticed?

In case of another sneak attack...it says this -

thndrnliting's list of feminine hygiene products*

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

No, you are NOT the only one who noticed. I guess I should be glad she didn't call it the list of prophylactics instead! And I am so not making a suggestion for change!!!

Couldn't get ahold of Neak to tell her. She's either in the shower and getting ready for church, or else she's seen the thread title change, and is under the bed with her head wrapped in a bag. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

t&l

That would be in the shower getting ready for church, and then under the bed with my head in a bag.

I had a little wrestling match with Neak this morning and made her remove her bag once she got to church. (It didn't match her outfit!) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Well, for once I lucked out in the behavior dept. The preacher today was reading from the Bible about Mary Magdalene washing Jesus' feet with her tears and wiping them with her long hair. I was just sitting there quietly following along when I heard him say, "...and wiped his feet with the hair of her hands..." I had this sudden, unfortunate vision of this hairy-knuckled woman (the first documented sighting of a werewolf, I guess), with long flowing tresses covering her fingers, and I could feel this snort rising up in me, like a big bubble of swamp gas. I shot a quick glance over my shoulder, to see Neaksis behind me, her head bowed, and her face quietly turning purple, but Neak herself had stepped out of the sanctuary momentarily and there was no rude noise from the rear to egg me on, so I was able to remain silent. I buried my face in the neck of the nearest grandchild and sat there until I was in control of myself. Did OK until about 15 min. later when those stupid hairy knuckles unexpectedly wafted past my field of vision one more time, but with all my usual accomplices in crime sitting sedately behind me and engrossed in the sermon, I was once again able to remain outwardly appropriate for my surroundings. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

I suppose that means I'll do nothing but get into mischief the rest of the day. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

Gotta go to Neaksis' house and see if DIL has finally arrived. Besides, I'm hungry. All that unnatural self-control really works up an appetite. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Adventists I hope - 'cause I passed a liquor store today and noticed that it was closed - and have been having this really strange feeling that I slept through saturday and this is Sunday.

Well, now it is, cause it's after midnight.

Please tell me you went to church on Saturday. Please!

-AD

Bad news AD. It's Monday morning and you're really, really late for work. Better rise and shine before you get into any more trouble than you already are! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />

Yes, Adventists. What besides the vegetarianism and Saturday church gave us away? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> I have taken off my Bible class teacher cloak of dignity, (although since I'm teaching kids between the ages of 8-11 the cloak occasionally slips a bit anyway) and returned to being a humor-seeking Mrs.sile. A question for Bible students. How do you reconcile the Bible texts that say "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine," and "Sorrow is better than laughter, for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better"? Does laughing till I cry count? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

I might try to log on again later with another splash of cold water from the Pool of Introspection, but I've got some charting to get done first, and since that's what I'm actually getting paid to do I guess I'd better hop to it.

t&l

What a relief!

I guess then tomorrow is Monday and not Tuesday.

BTW, there is an Adventist college here. Everybody I've ever met associated with that place are excellent folks. I used to take piano lessons from the head of the music department there (when I was 16). Once I had car trouble and I had to beat off the volunteer mechanics with a stick. Just in the last couple of years I was sitting one day in the tire store waiting for my car and an elderly black lady gave me a tract - about Sabbath Keeping. I'm sure I'm in trouble, cause I was doing yard work both yesterday and today.

Whenever I think about that commandment on sabbath-keeping, I think most people ignore the first part. I, at least, need to be reminding to do the 6 days of work first.

So, I'd better go rest for 7 hours and go start my first day of work.

For two whole weeks I have not looked at the MB forum at work! Lets see if I can make it three.

-AD

Some famous song or phrase or something talks about a "song without words." Well, I'm going offer a short synopsis of my interminable life instead, without words.

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> (we're right about here) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

Gotta go. My pt. isn't having enough pain yet <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />, so I'm going to take my magic multi-tasking fingers and turn up her medication. She'll be grateful later. OK, so it'll be a LOT later!! Going to Neaksis' house in the AM for one more visit with DSTBXDIL before I go to bed so I probably won't be back until tonight at work, and then only if it's Q! Have fun today without me.

t&l

A lot of the time this thread reminds me for all the world of talking to my husband. He and I live in a B'rer Rabbit and B'rer Fox world...and every story ends with these words: "And the tar baby said nothing."

I enjoy hearing from everybody who posts, although obviously I haven't always enjoyed hearing what was posted. C'est la vie. I can live with it if you can. I'd tell a joke but I've got to go harrass my pt. again. Besides it gets me a break from all the discussion of breasts going on at the nursing station. Augmentations, reductions, tumors, nipple placement, firm vs. saggy, etc., etc., etc. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> They're all much younger than I am, and none of them have reached the ol' baseball in a sock stage! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> What does a 90-year old woman have between her breasts that a 20-year old does not? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

A belly button. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> (I may have stolen this from an old Idiotville post, but couldn't remember exactly where I'd heard it when all the titty talk enveloped me in it's capacious bosom this morning!)

WILL THIS !@(#p#$**&#$!*o@ NIGHT EVER END?????????!!! How can it be only 5AM when I've been here forever and ever and ever? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> Speaking of bosoms, I think tonight the milk of human kindness has curdled in mine. All I've got left is sour cottage cheese. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> My excellent facade, however, remains intact, and nobody else knows what's going on in my head. Just me...and potentially the entire internet. But nobody else!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> I want to keep it a secret, after all!
t&l

This is my very very very VERY first time posting... and you'll NEVER ever ever guess who it is! ME. The DSTBXDIL or whatever it is you guys call soon-to-be former daughter-in-law. I'm proud of myself for figuring out how to sign on to this site, with a little bit of help from neaksis. Goodness knows it took too long--slow internet connection.

Well, sorry I have to go, the eldest grimlin of Neaksis' offered to give me a vunderbar backrub <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> but I thought I'd just pop in and say "Hey." Hey. Neaksis is going to help me fix my backdrop on the webpage. I'll check in later and write something substantial, get it off my chest, or what is left. Chow!

Welcome Gell!!

Do I have this straight....t&l's DIL and Neak's SIL?

Hope your morning ended better than where you left off and you had a good visit with gellnjen. I am a frequent silent visitor here.

Yes, indeedy. Neak's and Neaksis' DSIL, and my DDIL, a few legal technicalities not withstanding.

No time to post anything of significance or length. The inmates are ruling the asylum tonight at work, and with only 1-1/2 hrs. left of the 12-hr. shift, it's obvious I'm not going to get an actual break, so I granted myself a brief respite from charting to play on the computer for a few minutes (and sit down!). I admire AD for his computer restraint at work, even though I lack his self-control and will power.

For the last several hrs., my feet have been threatening to smack me silly if I don't start being nice to them. At least now they can't say I didn't give them a rest, even if it was only for 15 minutes.

I've asked all the other nurses tonight, "Tell me again, WHY was it we became nurses in the first place?" Nobody had an answer... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

t&l

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> A tar baby SAID something! Oh, boy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> Hi, FF. Let's CHAT!!! Cute pix of your little ones at the wedding. Was the last 1/2 of the book good, too? As far as the whole cottage cheese thing...I've just plain quit lactating tonight! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> 7AM cannot come soon enough.

I stayed up very late yesterday so all Neaksis, DDIL, all 6 grandkids, 2 babysitting subjects of Neaksis', and I could go out to Denny's for brunch, so am very sleepy tonight. But we had a lot of fun, and even got complimented by some of the older customers on how good the kids were, so it was a good morning except for the sleep part! Today I'm going straight to sleep when I get home, and I'm not getting up till I'm ready, or until it's time to go to work...whichever comes 1st!

t&l

I haven't finished the book yet. My opportunity for reading is nil sometimes. I did read for about 10 minutes last night but needed sleep, LOL I love the book, it is very exciting and well written.

All right, Neak. Your book is putting people to sleep!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> You'd better be planning on how to spice up the next one, lest a plague of somnolence spread over the land. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />

Wouldn't that make some GREAT commercial endorsements?! "Read this book, and you'll never need a bedtime sedative again!" <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> Malchus--the most exciting book you'll ever z-z-z-z-z-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." Help me out here. I'm sure there are more blurbs we could come up with along that theme, but I'm too sleepy to think of them. Hm-m-m. I have read the book. I am also very sleepy. You may have something there, FF!

t&l

It is a tad bit weird posting on a site that my in-laws are on, but originally thndr invited me to view you_neak's posts to help me in my relationship to her son. The tools I have learned on here have been invaluable, and being able to make contact, even though no one else can see me, but to read other people's stories have given me encouragement. This is WAY better than TV. I have been in Europe the past six weeks and while there I took every chance I got to log on, but my last week and a half I was hikking the Swiss Alps and wasn't able to access internet, so it was with glee that I returned to the states and promptly logged on and caught up in the sub-life of the MB family.

Since this site is sort of about Thndr's life, and although I am REALLY late in posting, I thought I would answer, from an outsider's perspective, of who she is today--not who she was back a long time ago, but who she is today. She, like the rest of us, is a product of her past, but I'd like to think stronger for it.

I remember the very first day I met her. I was driving in with her son, my future husband, and I was really nervous! I saw her through the insect-encrusted windshield walk out onto the veranda and wait for us to finish parking. My stomach was in knots, I wanted to impress this lady whose son I was in love with! Her long dark hair was hanging down, and as always, I'm sure she was exhausted from a long night at the hospital, but she was a fierce sight. I think she is from the long line of Amazon women, because all she was missing was her white tunic <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />. D, her son, my love, squeezed my hand and said it would be all right, and then he jumped out of the car, and the biggest bear hug between them ensued, and I soon was enveloped as well into her voluptuous bosom <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />.

We walked into the house, and Cherie, D's Grandmother's dog, was yipping up a storm, and Thndr nonchalantly and yet loudly stated, "Cherie is French for 'You Stupid Dog'". Being a dunce and not thinking on my feet and totally unaccustomed to the family's sense of humor, I flatly stated that MY middle name was Cherie! Thndr looked me up and down and boy I about died on the spot of embarassment--back then it was embarassing, now it just gives me a smile because I understand her a lot better.

From my perspective, although I've never actually talked to her about it (should I wait to post this until AFTER I leave from visitation? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />) I don't think we really liked each other at first--at least I didn't feel like I could relate to her or really the family, that I was an outsider who could never quite belong, even after marriage to her son, so I set out on a campaign to try and belong, even if just for my husband's sake. In my trying too hard, I finally realized that somehow, in a weirdly odd way, I DID belong. This exhausted woman, with a great sense of humor, who sometimes seemed on the caustic side, was really a megalithic giant who loved and loves her family fiercely, who would do anything for any one of us, including me, who would take the shirt off her back if it meant that she could relieve the pain and stress of life, who is the most loyal friend and mother and mother-in-law one could ever wish for, who only wants to see us succeed, whose love sometimes seems to just overflow and just her comfort could make me dissolve in tears, because she understands me, my situation, and even when she doesn't, she doesn't let our differences cast shadows on our relationship, because relationships are the most important thing to her. The two most important things to her are 1) God and 2) family, and her life centers around those two aspects. Even though D and I are supposedly someday getting a divorce (he's got the papers), I feel comfortable enough to come around the family and FEEL like family, and my relationship with everyone here is something I never ever want to give up--they are too much fun and interesting and I feel priviledged to finally belong.

Neaksis made breakfast, and my stomach is growling, so I will stop my probably humiliation of m.-in-law <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> because she really is a humble person-- but I love you thndrnlitng, the family, and I always want to be a part of it, even if not married to D.