Welcome back!!! "Sound," by definition, is all relative. All relatives, however, are not necessarily sound. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> I think computer stations in bathrooms would be a BIG step forward in making life convenient. If they'd just add a vending machine, too, and a foldaway bed, I'd never have to come out again. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

t&l

T&L,
You have come a long way. I salute you for not giving up prior to this point.

I am not sure what he will require of you in the future, but I hope and pray you will continue to do well.

If I could ever be of assistance, I would gladly help.

May God continue be with you.

SS

Ok, you made me laugh tonight. I seem to be in a serious mood. Probably I am thankful to be home, and have my family safe here with me. God is good, and so kind.

I am sure I'll snap out of this mood sometime soon. Or.......maybe I'm just tired?

Did the tar baby recover from the camping trip?
Did his wife? She sounds recovered.

SS

I've already taken leave of my senses, going on a trip with Mr. Recalcitrant and Mr. Uncooperative. What's left to take? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

t&l

How could you not have noticed if he did, with him standing right next to you? Unless he's giving off pheromones, invisible and imperceptible to you, but strong enough to be picked up on by someone at a distance, it almost seems like you'd have to have been able to tell what he was doing...if he were doing anything. I'd be tempted to cut him some slack in this, if he was just standing there talking to you; but be ready (with your pointy-toed church shoes) to drop-kick femme right in her fatale somewhere into the middle of next week, if she tries it again. Actually, that would probably be more exciting than it ought to be at church <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />. Maybe you should settle for just imagining it. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" /> I know. You can take a little spray can with you. If she comes around, whip it out and spray it all over your husband. Tell the woman it's a protective coating to be applied whenever you see there are predators, and you call it, "Slut-Off". <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I think trigger events are often traumatic because they so often occur when we aren't expecting them, and they (without warning) tap into some deep reservoir of anger or pain or anxiety or whatever that we may even have thought was over and done with, and long since past. When that happens (at least for me) my reaction is often WAY out of proportion to the event that provided the trigger. Very disconcerting, to say the least. You did right to apologize. You made a good analysis of what happened and why. Don't beat yourself up over it.

I'm having one such event now, in preparation for this trip. I'd debated whether or not to say anything about it, but what the heck? In for a penny, in for a pound. I have no idea what it's going to be like going on vacation with HP, just as a general idea. I mean, it's been 10 years! But going on a vacation with him to Hawaii had better be more fun in reality than it has been in concept, is all I can say. I'm going back to my home, my old stomping grounds, the place I wanted above all others to show to MS--my island, my friends, my place...only I never got to do it, as you Saga Splatterers well know. And as we got closer and closer to leaving, I've been hearing this whiny-butt little voice in my head incessantly, going, "This is wrong. This isn't how it was supposed to be-e-e-e-e-e!" <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> Well, don't look at ME. I was as surprised as anybody to find out that silly, complaining, youthful little twit was still in there! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> Every time I think I've gotten rid of her for good, she pops back up somewhere else. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> So what am I going to do? I'm going to do my best to have a good time ("If you can't have what you want, want what you have."). I'm working on getting a muzzle my inner complainer. And I'm strongly considering sitting on her and just plain crushing her to death. What's the use of having a rear that should have a little sign hanging from it that says "wide load" if you can't squash things with it? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

I also thought SS's advice to talk it over with your husband was a good one. (Leave the pointy-toed shoes in the closet.) Basically, most men are Lord Cluelesses, although we can't call them all that or Lady Clueless might feel overwhelmed with, um, blessings! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> Yes, THAT's what she'd call it! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> Women keep thinking men should know and understand what we're thinking and how we feel, without being told. Please! We're kidding ourselves. These are MEN we're talking about here. (Sorry, gentlemen shoppers on the feminine hygiene products aisle. If this isn't true of you personally, you are a rare bird indeed--possibly even endangered.) Subtlety is not a male specialty, in most instances. Spell it out for him--gently, of course--without trampling on any of those delicate testosterone tentacles and maybe it will turn out to have been a good thing for you after all. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />


t&l

She can answer in detail whatever she wants, but the short version is, yes, she's as fine as the mother of an eyebrowless son can possibly be! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Good. I live to entertain! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />



I'm going with tired. If there's anything more exhausting than a vacation, I don't know what it is! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />


How would I know? You're giving me credit for WAY too much information. He's been putting the digital pictures on discs for everyone, but since he likes to play with the computer that doesn't actually mean anything, necessarily. So how'd you like the pictures? You left after the 616-stepper and my clicker finger still had a lot of life in it, in case nobody noticed! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

t&l

I don't either. Probably a good thing, too, or I'd be so busy looking for a place to hide I wouldn't be of any use to anybody, including myself! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> My oldest biograndson (Neak's DS#1--what computer-related nickname did we give him anyway? I forgot! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />) couldn't say "Grandma" when he was little, so he called HP and me both "Grandpa," which I found objectionable. After some effort, he came up with an effort at "Grandma" which came out as "Noah." I was just glad it wasn't Methuselah, so it stuck. The Pwintheth couldn't say "Noah," but when she tried she said, "Wabba." The Dervish produced his own version, "Yoma," although just this week at church he said "Noah" several times, just to prove he could do it now. How'd I get on this subject anyway? Oh, yes. If I knew in advance what God was going to be having me doing, I'd probably change my name to Jonah, and get on the closest ship for Tarshish. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> and I don't even know anybody in Tarshish! It's no wonder He doesn't tell us!

t&l

Yes, and I've felt every blasted inch of the journey, too! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> Every centimeter. Every millimeter. Every--what's smaller than a millimeter, anyway? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ong journey, yes, indeed. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I've only got a few minutes before my break is over, so I'll just quickly say this about "giving up", since I was going to get to it anyway when I answered (for anybody who hadn't been able to figure it out on their own, after being baptized in the Pool of Introspection) the question of what I'm like today. I asked the girls what word they would pick if they could choose my most predominant characteristic. Unfortunately, neither of them picked the word I wanted. That doesn't mean I'm wrong in my own self-assessment, though. I think they're just clueless! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> I can't expand on this right now. But if I were picking one word that described me more than any other, it would be the word "resilient." I'm like Wiley Coyote after another unfortunate meeting with the Roadrunner. Flat as a pancake; charred, smoking rubble, even...but after awhile something twitches and starts to stir again, and a battered, not-always-recognizable figure emerges and enters the fray once more. I'm like one of those punching things, with the lead weights in the bottom, that pop back up again when you sock 'em in the head...complete with a lead bottom! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> I'd LIKE to give up sometimes, but when push comes to shove, I just can't. I may take a temporary breather, and retreat from the battle for a little bit, but I never, ever can come to the point where I quit for good. Sometimes I think life would be easier for me if I could.

t&l

You know, t&l, you express so much of how I feel about things, only I'm not as articulate as you in expressing them!

I'm too lazy to go back and find the post to quote, but when I was telling about the luxury of camping in a camper, I ended it with "What more could a girl want?" Your reply was, basically, "A maid."

I just wanted to let you know how that works. We have two dear friends who like to go camping with us. It works out well, since they split expenses with us, although after about a week, that camper seems a lot smaller than when we started out. Anyway, the wife (Janie), is a clean freak (in fact, she cleans houses for a living...and makes very good money doing it!), plus she has always seemed very hyper to me. She literally cannot sit still. So....she is always cleaning something. Voila! Maid problem solved!

To tell the truth, though, sometimes I have to say, "Janie, sit your butt down! This is a vacation!" I usually say this when I start feeling a little guilty about being lazy. Oh, I do some clean-up, but I usually wait until there is more than one coffee cup in the sink before I start washing dishes.

Oh...and my H does all the cooking. In fact, he's cooking breakfast as I type! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

OK, you've convinced me! After I go "camping" with AW at the 5-star beach resort, you, your husband, and your finely-finicky friend can have me next! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> Wait!! Where are you going? I can still see you. You just think you're hidden behind that tree! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

It's not that I like to go hungry. If you looked at any of the pictures, you should've figured that out for yourself! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> I just like to pick up each meal's supplies just before the meal in question. And right after the order is handed through the take-out window! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> We were a supermarket on wheels for that trip to the coast, and what didn't get eaten now has to be put away. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> Not that it has, at my house. Maybe HP will have time once we get back from HI. He took it out. Let HIM put it away! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> If I'd been born in the time of the pilgrims, I'd probably still be living at the water's edge by Plymouth Rock! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> I may have the blood of the pioneers in my veins, but it's been considerably watered down since their time, I can tell you.

t&l

CSue, I can perfectly understand your reaction. Seems like we BSs grow little predator-detecting antennae, and I think your instinct was right on the money.

Now, as to whether your H was in eye contact or not, I couldn't say, but since he was standing next to her and he's breathing (I assune), I'd say that he had already noticed her good looks. He was probably shocked that she so pointedly addressed him.

As for her, she is probably very well aware of her good looks and probably thinks it's great fun to get wives all stirred up. So, don't let her get to you.

A few years ago, we were at a fund-raising party. A woman there had gotten really tipsy, and was going around, propositioning every guy there...inviting them all out to her van so she could show them a "real party". My H said that she never made it to him. Who knows? Anyway, I didn't get bent out of shape about it at that time.

Now, the next weekend, was when we were all doing the real work of the charity (setting things up to distribute toys/clothing to needy kids). Well, I had to work that morning, and when I got there after lunch, she and her H were there, too.

Needless to say, most of the wives were not having too much to do with her. Anyway, I did ask my H how many guys she had invited out to her van that day. He said, "None...she was just drunk the other night." He then went on to tell me that she had been working really hard that morning. Now, my H admires people who are hard workers. Anyway, I made the comment, "Well, I hope you don't get to admiring her too much."

H went ballistic, saying I was accusing him of boinking her, blah, blah, blah. Of course, all that did was convince me that he WANTED to boink her, although I didn't say so.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "Well, I just won't talk to any other woman ever." I told him that he could talk to anyone he wanted to, but I hoped he would understand that I was uncomfortable with his talking to a woman who would apparently jump into bed with any man at a moment's notice.

I haven't seen her since, and I assume that my H hasn't, either. Her behavior at the party killed any hope that she might be welcomed into our group of friends.

Oh, and t&l, it's quite likely that H and I will start hauling some more FEMA campers this week, so have a good time on your trip.

I think I would sit HP down and say, "Honey, this is supposed to be my vacation, as well, and I want to have a really good time and relax. I want you to have a good time and relax, too. So, let's avoid all complaining and acting out until we get home. Otherwise, I will put you on the FIRST PLANE HOME! (just kidding!)" <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Hi everyone! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I am covered with embarrassment <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> well a little bit at least <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />

I walked into my sisters surgery, Mikey on my hip, bag in the other hand, said hello to her receptionist.
Her patient left, she calls out "Hi sis come on in I'll just be a moment, hows my darling little Michael?"
I was just about to answer when I felt very very wierd.
I didn't faint - I think - but was very disorientated.
Really only came together in King Edward Hospital and the first thing I did was start panicking about Mikey. My mum was there - THANK GOD FOR MY MUM ( why does nothing ever seem to phase her is beyond me) - who told me Mikey was with my Dad and other sister and was perfectly ok.

ok What happened ?

well NOT pregnant ... but my blood glucose reached a reading of 29 ..it is supposed to be between 3.5 and 8 mmol/L. So I was going into a Diabetic coma apparently.
As I understand from the specialist he said my viral infection from the bug going around, breast feeding, & well .... not eating enough and (by then glaring at me) ... stress just pushed me way over the edge.

So I spent all day until about 6.30pm in hospital getting Insulin replacement, fluids and electrolytes.
Actually the day was pretty much a blur until about 4.00pm
Well got home, dad was there with Mikey & the kids DD had dinner made. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

So it's back to daily testing and tablets at every damn meal!

Whew! At least it was only a near diabetic coma! You can get rid of those... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

AW-So glad you're all better, even if it does involve all those fingersticks and meds! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> I guess if you're going to try and slip into a diabetic coma, the doctor's office is almost the best possible place to do it! Good thing you went to see her when you did. Take good care of yourself now...or we're tattling so your family will watch you like hawks. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> And you wouldn't like THAT, now would you?! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

I am SO going to bed this morning so I can get up and finish packing. Also have to shorten my new pajama bottoms, which are right now about 4" longer than my actual legs. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

t&l

As opposed to a full diabetic coma, which could get rid of you!!!!!!!!!!!! <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="" /> Feel fortunate and blessed today, AW, because you surely are.

t&l

AW - YIKES!!!! That was scary. Have you been eating frequent meals, and avoiding sugar??????????

I think she just misunderstood him when he told her how sweet she is and that he hoped she'd always stay sweet, too!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> Now that you've got it clarified, AW, don't be making that mistake again. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Oh I would have so much to say here, if I could get a word in edgewise.....T&L, I'm talkin' t'you!


1st of ALL (THAT means there is more After this), I have been looking and reading here (at MB AND this thread AND Idiotville) and it SEEMS to me that some of you folks have moved, or are trying to sneak out of Iville, and That is NOT allowed. At least until you do somethinornother-iforget but I KNOW that you peeps did NOT do IT-whatever it is!!!!!! AND if you do do it (that doubledo was there on purpose) you should tell us,namely me. I feel left out rather easily.

AND next I would like to say, actually I WILL say it, that "SLut Off" was TOOOOO funny. I am gonna use that and NOT give T&L the credit, so there!!!

ANd T&L you did NOT follow CSue's instructions - FIRST sympathy, then kick in the butt(when she is ready)!

CSue, I love ya hun, but the ONE thing that I really do NOT get about MB is the no AOs, no being human!! SOO, you had a bad day, whoopteedoo...da. You apologized, told your H what the prob was and pouted and threatened to never go back to church. It's Okay to be LESS than perfect sometimes, ask T&L (teehee). Really, it happens to most of us sometimes. (Probably not to SS, but he's really wise.) It happens to me ALOT.

And I beg to differ, Csue's H COULD have been sending a "vibe" that C might not have seen, OR C you should just go buy some of that SLut Off!!!!
Doesn't it make you girls mad, when guys don't GET that women are catty?!

Oh, and I have been lurking(dadadadum), but have been restraining myself from posting on this thread. I NEVER did find the LIST and that made me pouty. ANd the Christian convo had me scared, I got into it with someone about that here(MB) unintentionally...

jls - going back to Iville for awhile, nothin worse than a lost idiot!