Things are well here. Mom has been keeping the Dervish, and the last couple of days, the Princess, too, so I can boldly spring clean where no woman has spring cleaned before. :eek:
It's good to be back home. I can chat later, but for now it's back to work.
Also, for any newcomers, please welcome to our cozy little thread. It is kind of a multipurpose thread. We are just one big family here, and keep track of one another, support and encourage each other, vent, journal, and of course....engage in helpful, marriage-building discussions.
There is no such thing as a T/J here. All topics are welcome. So put up your feet, introduce yourself, and enjoy this little slice of life.
Still working away - AJ will be home tomorrow. (Where's the party emoticon? I am so happy!!!)
Also, by way of other news, my (hopefully our) marriage seminar is shaping right along, and our church will take my request to board meeting Thursday to see if they will let us put on the first one there. After that, I am considering requests. (Hint, hint. )
Mom sent me this - you may have seen it before, but it is so funny!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
DR. PHIL : The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.
OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...
ANDERSON COOPER – CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.
NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.
PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standin g order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain. Alone.
JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth?' That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media white washes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.
GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.
JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.
ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay egg s, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken This new platform is much more stable and will never cra...#@&!&
ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
well I am here and I am having the day off... ok the WHOLE week off for the thing on Sunday. I have RSI of the fingers and so many pin pricks ... now I know what thimbals are for ... unfortunately !
I suppose it would non PC to get some workshop to do it all
sew sew sew...mum what do you do when you have sown your dress to yourself?
anyway I'm resting from the days off... until tonight then its the cake maker .... I have to go 'help' her .. the poor woman ... mum told to turn up .. with my mum of course ...and say supportive things but to keep my hands off. How insulting .. true ... but still I don't decorate well.
I am so happy for you that AJ will be home tomorrow along with Mr C??? Just going to make a cuppa and read on for a while ... the boys are out in the desert doing deserty soldier thingies ... probably.
TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the establishment would let it take.
SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
RONALD REAGAN: I forget.
CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.
ANDERSEN CONSULTING: Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market. Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM). Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens, along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry, to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The meeting was the solution. Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?"
FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road it transcended it.
THE WEATHER CHANNEL: El Niño is responsible for altering the regular North American migratory patterns of chickens, thus causing the chicken here in question to cross the road contrary to normal behavioral trends.
THE SIERRA CLUB: The inaction on the part of Congress to proactively engage the issue of Global Warming and to forge a bi-partisan coalition to resolve the dangers associated with worldwide climatic changes is responsible for the chicken forsaking its natural habitat for the opposite side of the unnatural, immoral, man-made roadway. Furthermore, the Sierra Club wishes to formally petition responsible members of government to officially designate this particular stretch of road as "Endangered Chicken-crossing Habitat" and permanently restrict public access to this region.
Hi everyone! I kept checking the old url so I hadn't realized MB was back!
Great to see you all again!
Have to go to work but will catch up this afternoon. In my country the REAL year begins now, after Holy Week, because summer is over, holidays are over, schools start,etc. so it's like the first day in a new life!
SS, I laughed so hard! Just when I thought I had figured out why the chicken crossed the road...
CC, good to see you back. The differences between our countries are kinda funny - for us we've got just over 2 months left of school, and are winding up for summer vacation.
Well the year has started off well! My boss told me today that I will be removed from my job!
I don't mind that too much except for the disrespect... I'll probably be freer and be able to do more interestin things because my boss asked that I stay as her advisor. We'll see...
Also, for any newcomers, please welcome to our cozy little thread. It is kind of a multipurpose thread. We are just one big family here, and keep track of one another, support and encourage each other, vent, journal, and of course....engage in helpful, marriage-building discussions.
There is no such thing as a T/J here. All topics are welcome. So put up your feet, introduce yourself, and enjoy this little slice of life.
Neak...
I just wanted to say that your thread title doesn't scare me off... I'm a father of 3 girls and one wayward wife...When my wife first asked me to get feminine products.... I was extremely embarrassed.... and it tickled her pink to be able to embarrass me...
After a while I got wise to this ... And her attempts to embarrass me backfired.... I would go out of my way to embarrass her back...I would go down the isle and say in a voice loud enough for someone to hear me three isles over...”Honey didn’t you need a case of the super absorbent extra super ginormous gargantastic tampons?”... Or when we were in the checkout line just about the time the male clerk was about to ring us up...”Honey you forgot the case of super absorbent extra super ginormous gargantastic tampons.... do you want me to go get them for you?....
(Just in case you didn't know ... Gargantuan + Gigantic + Fantastic = Gargantastic...LOL...No it's not a real word... but I like it alot)
It was all in good fun and we both got a chuckle out of the other people’s reactions more than anything else...
So in closing.... Don’t be surprised if you see a thread named.... “Honey you forgot the case of super absorbent extra super ginormous gargantastic tampons.”....LOL
Amazin, I slip in and read these posts about every hour or so while I am SUPPOSE to be studying, and I just had to stop and tell you that you just crack me up! ALL THE TIME!
It's great that you still have such a sense of humor in this mess. I know I can sure use a laugh every now and then.
We are grateful they have returned home to you safely.
Enjoy the time you have with them.
CC, I have been thinking ever since I read your answer to "How are you?" There are so many things I would like to say, but I don't know how to say them.
I'll change the subject instead........
Perhaps the job change will be for the good. I don't have an idea of what the change means as far as day to day work for you, but I can't help but think that God is looking out for you, and that he will bring you to where you need to be. Most often he used natural means to do that, and has us to much of the work, but he is there, behind the scenes, making it happen.
I hope you know that we really care, even if we can't always find the words to express our feelings. I will comment more about things you have said. God be with you - and thing being a polite request, made with faith, we hope he will honor it.
Considering that my car dies or gets killed about every 3 to 4 years and my daughter will be getting her license soon, I do not want to spend a fortune on a car. Under 5-6K$ would be great. Somewhere around 100,000 miles would be ok. Not ideal but I need a car for her to learn on. And my son is 15 so he will be learning w/in the next 2 years. This is SO SCARY!!!
Friday, I went to about 7 places that sell used cars. I started the engine of one car.
So glad they are home safe & sound!!! now go spoil them and make sure AJ gets plenty of the home kids lol
Rella I hate looking at cars and trying to get one that will simply go without any trouble... fancy it does not have to be. And the salesMEN treat you like you are a dummy and when you ask them questions they pretend they know where the inlet manifold gasket is .... if you want to get a laugh ask them to pop the hood and then get them to check the oil ... half have no idea!!
meanwhile I am trying to fix the power steering on the car that DD is to use next week .... the flow control valve is leaking... I think the O ring needs replacing so I'll try to get it done tomorrow by the mechanic down the street.
I'm organised Neak ...... I think ... only need MY DRESS now .. Aussie can I have some $$$$$ ..... it's alright he usually is only in shock for a minute or two
ok, I'm expecting to get $3500 for my 1998 Chevy Malibu that had 130,000 miles on it. I am not prepared to settle the medical yet. Orthopedist is not happy about my loss in flexibility and range of motion. Chiropractor is not happy. ENT says the numbness in my ear may be related to the wreck. That's that scoop.
My daughter is 17 and should get her learner's permit in the next couple of months. My son is 15 but won't get his until he shows more maturity.
Daughter's boss has a daughter who is selling her 1998 Taurus w/ 145,000 miles on it. Doesn't have some of the features I would want but it is a moderate sized car and they are asking around $2,500 for it. Pretty lateral compared to what I did have though it doesn't have a cassette or cd player or power locks. Gotta think about that. It would leave me money to do some house repairs.
May take it to the place that usually works on my car and see what they think.
Update: my changing jobs is actually a blessing, I'm sure. I get a better position, a better office, no employees working for me so I am very happy. Tomorrow I meet my replacement and moving will probably be monday. I am happy.
All I learned in the year I was in my previous position is a lot of help for any job I have but I'm glad to leave it.
So yes, SS, God always looks out for me and it's all for my good.
notice there is no happy icon, only "grin"!!!!!!!!
When we move I WILL NOT live at the end of a dirt road, which, since we plan to live in the country, may be a neat trick to perform. Today Neaksis and I are cleaning down deep and now I'm having a special on dust. Anybody want to buy some?
SS, how're you doing? If you're still in check writing mode, might as well go ahead and sign a blank one and send it to me!
T&L, no thanks on the dust; I have plenty of my own. Maybe, if you can find an image of Jesus or the Virgin Mary in it, you might could sell it for big bucks on Ebay. I heard that a couple of sisters got a couple of hundred for a frosted flake that looked like Jesus. Looks like some folks still have more money than sense!
CC, it's nice that you're glad of the job change. I hope you enjoy it!
Neak, glad the boys are home safe & sound!
Cinders, it's hard to find a good used car nowadays. The ideal car would be one like my moms, which is a 15 year old Crown Victoria in mint condidtion and which still has fewer than 25,000 actual miles on it. She doesn't drive, so we just use it to take her to the doctor, etc. when she needs to go. My brother makes sure that it goes to church every week and does the upkeep on it, so it's not just sitting there rusting. If you could find a car like hers, that would be perfect.
As for me...I've been in a creative mood lately, and getting back to my arts and crafts, and gettin interested in trash to treasure stuff. We have the annual pilgrimage here in our town the end of April, and I'm thinking that if I get enough of my artsy-fartsy stuff done, I might set up a booth and see how they sell. I have some plans that require $$$$$!
Amazin, you're a funny guy! I knew a lady who was lots of fun, and her daughter told me that when she was at the drugstore with her husband, she passed some rather noisy gas. :eek: She then loudly said, "Oh, honey! I'm so sorry you're still having THAT problem!"
I knew a lady who was lots of fun, and her daughter told me that when she was at the drugstore with her husband, she passed some rather noisy gas. She then loudly said, "Oh, honey! I'm so sorry you're still having THAT problem!"
I would never do anything like that!
I'm a professional not an amateur!
I wait until my wife is stuck in the checkout line with the buggy... then let a SBD go... Then quickly walk away... (SBD = Silent But Deadly)
I watch from a safe distance...
Of course she thinks the cashier did it... and the cashier thinks she did it... They stand there giving each other dirty looks while I’m watching and laughing from a safe distance...
My dad made the absolute best ham and bean soup. You know the kind...White northern beans with chunks of ham, onions, celery, peppercorns... and of course a big piece of sweet cornbread on the side. MMM....MMMMM........He said you have to soak the beans overnight or... add a teaspoon of baking soda when you boil the beans. The reason... to keep the after effects of bean soup to a minimum...
Why do I tell you this? Because it’s a great lead in to my next story...
When I was newly married to my first wife and my son was about 12 months old I decided to make bean soup. You guessed it... I skipped one very important step because I was in a hurry. So I’m sitting on the sofa watching a baseball game a couple of hours after a big bowl of bean soup...when the gas hits... so I let one rip... It’s an SBD (Silent But Deadly). With an extra special helping of DEADLY! The foulness wafts into the kitchen where my wife and son are... and I hear....”Come on son lets go change that diaper”... I watch as my wife walks past me with my son to change his diaper... After she disappears into the bedroom I get a huge grin on my face... I’m grinning like a [censored] eating briars... As soon as she reappears with the child I have a poker face like nothing’s happening. I watch her walk past and back into the kitchen.
About 10 minutes goes by and I let another SBD go... They’re getting worse... The odor wafts into the kitchen... and again she takes the baby into the bedroom to change his diaper.... Of course there’s nothing in it ...She reappears a couple of minutes later with this puzzled look on her face and walks back into the kitchen with the boy. I’m dying of laughter on the inside at this point...
So immediately I let another one go.... as soon as it hits her nostrils she walks into the living room and say’s “OMG is that you? That's terrible! I thought it was the baby! That is just gross.” At which point I can’t contain my laughter anymore.... She didn’t think it was too funny... But I sure did...
Welcome to the hygiene aisle, Amazin. We'll have to start stocking up on shavers and Grecian Formula for the men, at the rate we're going! One of my favorite stories about my mother, who, however proper she was when she was an old lady, was quite a pistol when she was little. I come by my genetics honestly...
She was born on a farm in 1913, so this would've happened before 1920--not necessarily an era in which bodily functions were quite so openly acknowledged. The hired hand was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for my grandmother--by then close to 50 years old and a very dignified woman--to finish fixing his supper. Their collie was sleeping in the middle of the kitchen floor and my grandma tripped over it, lost control of her sphincter, and passed what may or may not have been deadly, but certainly wasn't silent! She was humiliated, and immediately said, "Whoops, Lassie!" To which my mother promptly replied, "That didn't sound like Lassie to ME."
My mom's teacher once told her, "Marie, when you grow up, I hope you have a little girl JUST LIKE YOU." And she did. And did.
I completely missed Mopey and Amazin before! A major disadvantage of just clicking to the first unread post and not stinking, uh, thinking that perhaps someone else was looking at posts in the meantime and I might have missed a few. Or even quite a few.
Not just Grecian stuff, Mom. BEANO - lots of BEANO.
I think you should change your thread name while you still can, to "The Feminine Hygiene and Anti-Flatulence Products Aisle". And we should also sell corks! Sounds like a few people could use 'em!
Betcha THAT title would get a few reads, just out of curiosity, if nothing else!
SS, the boys are doing fairly well. Coming straight from a house of pestilence as they did (BIL/SIL), it's not surprising that Mr. C felt a bit icky on the way home, and AJ has been sick for 3 days now. Though when I got up this morning he didn't have a fever, and even last night he was doing quite a bit better. Well, he has a wonderful nurse.
Mr. C looks like a slice of Wonder bread - such a pale little pastry boy. Not seeing the sun for a coupla months will do that to a fellow.
Grandpa was sick all night. I took him some soda at 0249, when AJ found him sitting in the bathroom feeling ill. When he gets up, I see I'm going to have to fix his bed, since he apparently vomited down the side of it.
Come to think of it, I want to register a complaint in the Sabbath-rest department. I don't feel that this Sabbath has been restful at all, and I want a refund! Shortly after sundown last night, the toilet overflowed all over the bathroom. The Dervish was the unfortunate soul who flushed, but his sister is the one who must have plugged it. So I got to spend quite a bit of my 'restful' evening sopping toilet water and re-sanitizing the floor. And now an emesis cleanup on aisle 5. I'm not even going to ask what next. :p
Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast - that ought to perk things up a bit.
Well, I see by your title there's finally something in this store that I can buy. 29 years after "Mama was spayed," in the immortal words of young Neakbro, there weren't many products to interest me on a feminine hygiene aisle. Flatulence--now that I can use some help with! Ahem. I mean, I've heard that some unfortunate people have trouble with emissions of a personal nature, but personally, I consider it nothing but a particularly noxious rumor.
There I was walkin innocently down an aisle lookin for the whiskey, 2 for $50 and I'm gonna need some for later today, and suddenly there's fartin going on all round me, crikey moses its almost like the public bar in the pub, except no beer.
and then theres all them fem hygeney additives, ther should be guards on the entrance to the aisle I tell you, those flippin wimin sent me down here deliberately, again!! where's that useless son in law to be of mine? He was supposed to be watchin!
wot an excuse!! Boss he says its only the bloody terros over there , you seriously expect me to get between you and Nana, mum and me new wife to be? you've got to be jokin!!!
I knew he was a wuzz, WUZZ mate thats wots you are, wuzz! No guts no glory ol son
However those 3 lookin at me look kinda pee'd, wimin hav no sense of humour at these times ya know? maybe I'll just go the odder way
SS them there wimim didn't want cheques , just CASH! I mean $350 for freakin shoes? They look like bloody thongs , feet ones Neaks! One dress , I could get a holiday to Thailand for wot it cost. and why in 'ell did I have give an opinion? I mean why can't I say its ok, its ok , ok? No you get you think I look fat! who said that? I tell ya they're wacko each one of em! and then boo hoo hoo, crikey!!
I have read that humans flatulate, on average, 14 times a day.
Well, all I can say is that, in order to accomodate the Dervish, someone else somewhere else is putting in MUCH less than their full quota! It happens so often he is totally unaware of the occurence and will argue quite vigorously of his innocence when he's the ONLY POSSIBLE SOURCE!!
Aussie, my very dear sir!! Military flatulence--how exciting for us-weapons grade, even. Noisy AND deadly. What a combo. Better jettison yours before the wedding, or you'll find out that you just thought the womenfolks were giving you funny looks now!! Do not ever, EVER answer the question, "Do you think this makes me look fat?" Pretend that it makes them look so slender they have become completely invisible to you, and if you can pretend it has made them inaudible, too, so much the better! Then you disappear while you still can. Leave your wallet when you go.
t&l
P.S. I'm not really Neak, but I'm babysitting sick Grandpa so that the whole family can go to church together today for the first time in months; and since she and her hubby are leaving next week to do team driving for at least a month while I babysit kids AND Grandpa, it will be the last time for the next while, too. I played the piano for my Dad until he fell asleep; he hasn't thrown up yet either so things are going OK up to this point...hubba, hubba.
Military flatulence--how exciting for us-weapons grade, even. Noisy AND deadly. What a combo.
we dont have Military flatulence, its not SOP.
these women are still running around like headless chooks tl, I mean if its not ready now it wont be, but will they listen to logic? no bloody way.
So I'm sitting here all alone drinkin me Irish cause mr wuzz got sent to bed by my daughter lol man it was funny. She already has the LOOK! 'you've had enough and more of it' she said 'get to bed' 'Yes dear' hahahha funny. He got to sleep in the enclosed patio with the wedding stuff as she didn't trust him out at the barracks.
dont know why AW & her mum are lookin at me, I've said nuttin.
Well, I was happy too soon. But at least he kept it down long enough for the Benadryl to absorb so he's quit sneezing. However, while I was taking his dirty jammies to the laundry hamper, he was busy drinking another whole cup of water--so I'm guessing we'll be doing this again shortly.
Hi every one we are back from Canada the place we the sun forgot to visit we have some pictures and as soon as neak get them she will post them for you all.
I live in the desert, just come visit me for a while. Then AW won't worry QUITE so much about what will happen to you.
Neak Said: Mr. C looks like a slice of Wonder bread - such a pale little pastry boy. Not seeing the sun for a couple months will do that to a fellow.
I hope he drinks Vitamin D Milk. I remember the Canadian winters. Sun goes down at 4 PM, comes up at 10 Am, and it never gets warm. Ever. I'm sure he'll get over it. I hope AJ is feeling better. My W says it's worse having a sick H than to be sick herself. Well, she used to say that. Now she just lets me fend for myself.
As far as flatulence goes..........I best stay away from that discussion........... interesting though it is. I notice Neaksis stayed away from it too, she seems like such a smart gal.
Hi Cinderella. Did you make a decision about the car? One of our cars has 200,000 miles on it, one has 150,000 and one has 110,000. I always wonder how long they will last. When we first married, we had an old station wagon that we drove until it had 230,000 on it. It was stolen at that point. Probably the best car I ever owned.
Anyway, I hope you find something that will work well for you, last as long as you need it to, and won't cause problems.
Was thinking about your back also, wondering how that is going for you..... and work. I hope life is mostly good at your house. We will probably go to Yellowstone park this summer for our vacation. You can join us if you want. I could even come up with a tent and sleeping bags (for all of you) for the camping part, but we'll be in a motel for part of the time.
How many of the folks on this thread have visited Yellowstone Park?
I was just coming in here to post about GP anyway, who is down at the hosp getting checked out after falling and hitting his head on the toilet. He was already sick and was going to see the regular dr. anyway, but now he gets a bit more immediate attention. No verdict yet, but they have been talking to medical people and stuff. AJ and Mom took him in. Oh, Mom just called then threw me away without any info cuz the dr. just walked in.
AJ just went through Yellowstone this trip, and has a couple of pictures. I have been there before, but not for nearly long enough.
AUSSIE - HELLO!!!! Thank you for specifying which type of thongs you were talking about, as I'm sure some of my family members would have been very confused if you hadn't been so clear. (They are just like that.) So how was it? Give AW & Mum our love. We love your wifey very much, but there is no denying we get much more interesting info from you and Mum, whenever one of you has a chance to visit. {{{{A2 & Clan}}}}
And Sweetheart, love of my life who is so kind as to sit with Mom and Grandpa for hours and hours and hours, I will be glad to post your pix as soon as I get them.
Hi Cinderella. Did you make a decision about the car? One of our cars has 200,000 miles on it, one has 150,000 and one has 110,000. I always wonder how long they will last. When we first married, we had an old station wagon that we drove until it had 230,000 on it. It was stolen at that point. Probably the best car I ever owned.
Anyway, I hope you find something that will work well for you, last as long as you need it to, and won't cause problems.
Was thinking about your back also, wondering how that is going for you..... and work.
How many of the folks on this thread have visited Yellowstone Park?
SS
SS, I live w/ a teenaged boy. Flatulence in not a taboo topic here.
My daughter's boss's daughter has a 1997 Taurus w/ 140K miles on it for which she wants about $2K. But, I could be getting more problems than I want. I looked at a nice little 1999 Taurus w/ 97K miles on it for which a dealer is asking $6900 w/ no warranty but the dealership is a casualty of Ford's declining profits so they will be closing this weekend and I don't know if I'll have the insurance check by then.
Used cars are not hard to find.....I have no preconceived notion what I want.
I just know that my 17 year old daughter better get her learner's permit soon or I will shoot her. And my son is 15 but not begging for his. So, I don't know what to do. Maybe that old, cheap Taurus is the way to go.
My back is somewhat tighter and less flexible since the wreck. My left ear, which had internal issues that developed last month, is now numb to the touch on the outside. ENT says that is probably related to the wreck and to muscle/nerve tension/inflammation.
The PT at the chiro's office works me over when I go in.....neck, hips, hamstrings, periformis muscles.....you name it.
And I have been to yellowstone. Didn't stay long enough. Have never stayed anywhere long enough - except for home town.
Aussie, good to have you join us. Things are ALWAYS much more colorful when you are around.
Let us know how GP does. I don't know what is best, but God does, and so I pray for the best possible outcome.
Would love to see AJ's photos if you and he ever get the time.
Cinderella, we never have long enough at Yellowstone either. It's a magical place if you are on vacation. We have hiked into the back country, and fished, and I love the wild life and scenery. It's vacation though, not real life, so it's easier for it to be magical. If I worked there (picking up trash or something?) it might not be as fun.
I keep hoping you'll come on one day and tell us that nothing hurts, and every thing works just fine. I remember the story of the man who woke up and told his wife "I think I died in the night." She asked "what do you mean?" "Well," he said "nothing hurts, so I figure I must be dead."
I don't wish for you to be dead, but I do wish for many days when nothing hurts.
As far as cars, I got an issue of Consumer Reports off the news stand about two weeks ago that covered cars, and used cars. You could probably find it at the local library and make notes. It recommends those cars that have had the least complaints, and the least repair costs and tells you which used cars have the least problems, and which cars are prone to have lots of problems. It covers the years too, and warms about specific model year troubles.
We'll have two new drivers in about a year. I understand how you feel about daughter and son learning to drive. Of course, we have already been through it with the first 6 children, and no really big problems yet. I shouldn't worry so much.
Did I see lady C on here? Or am I dreaming? Lady C, come back and tell us how things are at your house. I haven't seen a report from you in a long time.
CC, I am glad the job looks good. I hope it goes as well as it looks. Changes like that are usually hard on me, I hope it is going fine for you this time around.
Does this change your location and the people you associate with at work too? Or is it just another room in the same building?
Now Amazin, I only mentioned flatulence after your personal stories, since it sounded like anti-emission agents would be more useful to you than anything WE had on the aisle at the present...but since I've been a nurse for 39 years now, it's not exactly like I was shocked by the subject!! Oh the sights I have seen and the smells I have smelled.
SS, was it you that noticed that Neaksis didn't comment on the subject of flatulence? I'll have you know that Neaksis won't even admit she has a digestive system at all, so don't be expecting any confidences from HER! Now of you want tattling, on the other hand...
I hate to interrupt this fascinating discussion of farlufting, or "barking spiders" as my branch of the clan delicately calls them.
So I am out in the middle of the desert on a brief break, having started my lessons in driving an automatic semi several hours ago. I miss shifting. It's not bad, but it's so LAZY!
Mom has the kids and GP, who was pretty nutty still yesterday but hopefully is more lucid now. (Really, it would be hard to be less lucid.) AJ & I crossed paths for a few hours last night, but will have to drive really hard to make it all the way back east by Friday.
Hey, I just started it and pulled forward a little ALL BY MYSELF without any instructions. Don't ask AJ what my grade was though. I accomplished it; that's what's most important.
Well, break time almost over, and I still have an errand to run.
I sincerely hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.
Prayers for the cross country drivers. May you return home safely at the end of your journey. May the trip be a joy too.
Prayers for the kids, and for the person looking after them and GP. May it be rewarding for all of you.
Prayers for Cinderella and family. That God will guide you to the right vehicle, and that all of you may have good health.
Prayers for CC. May God light your path, and show you the way. May he lift your heart, lighten your load, and help you find happiness on your journey. Not that you don't find happiness now, but may it increase.
Merry Christmas, and a very happy new year.
SS
PS - Prayers for NeakSis. For whatever you need the most. And maybe even for a few wants. God bless you for your efforts.
Prayers for AW, and family. May God protect and watch over you, and all of yours, and may they always return safely home to you.
BTW, this afternoon it's Lindt Classic Recipes Milk Chocolate with Gently roasted hazelnuts. Thought you would want to know.
Hi, Mimi--Good question!! They left Pennsylvania last night (I was going to say "PA" but it didn't look right!) and will be in Tracy, CA to reload on Tuesday or Wednesday. So whatever it is that takes them the straightest from there to here is how they'll be travelling. I have my hands full with their 3 kids and my extremely-confused father, who has never fully regained possession of his marbles since he fell last week and knocked himself out. Neak and AJ are on their own, travelwise, although I did watch TV for about 15 minutes Thursday night to tell them the weather forecast for what they were going to be driving through.
Mr. Wonder-Nerd, age 11, ended up in Canada for 6 wks. with his dad, but without his schoolbooks. He's in danger of flunking 5th grade, so I am "bonding" with him from morning till night trying to catch up this mountain of schoolwork by the 15th. Just 3 more grandkids to go, and I'm NEVER taking 5th grade again!!!
I will have a little prayer for your whole family. Several times. I do really informal prayers....sort of like prayer memos but I have a feeling that God is grateful to hear from any of His children. Now matter how. No matter where. No matter when.
I pray for all of you...for Neak and AJ's safety, for T&L, her father, and of course, Neaksis and all the children. I'm praying that Cinderella start having days where she doesn't hurt and that she finds a good car at a reasonable price, for AW and Aussie's wife and family, and AW's mum. For all of you, including starting early for SS, that he won't pull his hair out when the twins start driving. :eek:
SS, I'm fine...keeping myself busy and getting back into my arts/crafts in order to keep my sanity. I'm back on my ADs, after weaning myself off them a few weeks ago. Stuff happens. Oh, well.
For a variety of reasons, we have had a very not-too-wonderful day. I've been teaching the kids Bible verses by memory and the one I chose to start learning tonight was Lamentations 3:22,23, where it says of God's mercies, "they are new every morning." I think we needed to be reminded that tomorrow is a fresh start and a clean slate, thank God, and go from there--without dragging today's sludge along with us.
Speaking of dragging, I think that's what my tail is about to do in the direction of bed. 3 children and one old man WAY out in left field does a lot to take the starch out of a person. Can't say that being 60 helps either!
Love, smooches, and squidges to all. I read all the prayers and well-wishes with gratitude. We are driving safely...long, but safely. In fact, I personally drove the rest of the way through PA today, cut the corner off WV, all the way across OH and IN, then a little bit in IL. I'm pretty sure that 5 states in a day with me at the wheel is a new record. (Usually I get stuck with all the big states, like Texas!)
Mom, while I am still remembering, for these 2 nanoseconds anyway, Mr. C did have his schoolbooks with him. That is the scary thing. He simply chose not to utilize them a good deal of the time. AJ tried over and over ever day to get him to do his work, but with little result. He has my complete sympathy, since I know first-hand how hard it is to get that little squid to do his work. It takes a woman of forceful personality to accomplish it. I know a little boy (I just mis-typed bot instead of boy, but maybe I was right the first time) who is NOT getting to do home school next year.
Mimi, we were parked at IdleAire all day yesterday and till this morning, so it wasn't us this time. IdleAire is wonderful though - we were almost as comfortable as in a motel room. A little motel room the size of a postage stamp. With no shower. Lol, it's not really that bad - we were at a truck stop so we at least had access to bathrooms and showers, and IdleAire provides phone service, cable TV, Pay Per View, internet, and heat or air conditioning, all piped in through the truck window.
We were happy as clams, with our bed pulled up into a table, and a microwave so we could eat hot food. I even had Martinellis, but we couldn't get them open since the can opener didn't make it along. Oh well, nothing's perfect.
So you might've seen me cruising by today.
Over the next few days I'm going to try and add some of you to my friends list on Flickr.com so you can see some pix of the truck, etc., more than could be posted publicly. If I'm slow sending the invite, or if I don't have your email, feel free to email me at you _ neak at yahoo dot com. Since AJ, Mom, and Tina all have free access to my mailbox, and go in there at least as often as I do, there need be no fears of private communications.
Well, morning comes awfully early for the daytime driver (Neak <---) so it's off to bed for me. I'm sure glad I woke back up or it would have been even longer before I got back on here to say hi. Miss all of you, and hope you're having fun, too!
driveby to check all are ok and not having a hard time... well T&L is the exception because I KNOW she will be enjoying the grandkids and the bonding experience with Mr C. I mean its a rewarding experience ... well I always found it was after they were in bed and I had a brandy.
Neak hope the driving lessson's are quickly over with and you are back to being the Queen of the Road! MUST be a song in there somewhere!
Mrs van de Kieft said hi. She got home not long ago and sent some email thankyou's out before walking half asleep to her bed.
So before I fall asleep on the keyboard I had better follow her example.
Shhhhhhhhhhhh Mikey is sound asleep ...... with a teddy bear.
She's been a truck driver for several years now; I forget how many--at my age, things tend to run together. I have a confusing time melding her two personas sometimes--the big rig driver and the published author of two books on the life of Christ! I have, in my wallet, two pictures of her in her wedding dress. She was absolutely beautiful and the sleeves were these puffy, frou-frou things--utterly feminine. When she first started trucking, I loved to show the pictures to people and tell them that she was a trucker, and under those fluffy sleeves she had, tattooed across her bicep, the words "Born to truck." They were always completely flabbergasted, until I had to let them in on the joke. It was such fun. The first time I saw her step out of the truck cab, wearing military green coveralls and army boots, was just a bit disconcerting, I'll have to admit, but that was a long time ago and I've gotten used to it by now.
Well, Neak, let's just say that The Wonder-Nerd has NOT been exercising his option lately on whether or not to do schoolwork. Instead, he has been exercising his option to continue living!! People with no self-discipline can sometimes profit from the blessing of Granny discipline in its place. And what do you know? Granny's available! Lucky for him, isn't it?
Don't ask him what HE thinks. His opinion was not solicited yesterday. Won't be today. Tomorrow's not looking too good for him, either! Well, their breakfast is over. Time for him to hit the books...before the books hit him!!!!!!!!
Mom, just so you can remember easier, take Mr. C's age at any given time and subtract 4 months. So in other words, over 10 1/2 years so far, just not all the time.
Well, we have a flat tire on the trailer, so as soon as we pick up a couple extra crates here in Omaha, we're going to limp back 9 miles to a shop to have it fixed. But - woo hoo! - that will give me a chance to take a nice shower. (Is anyone else but me hearing the Marlin Perkins theme song? How I used to love watching him chase animals down in the Marlinmobile and shoot them in the butt with his tranquilizer gun. When I grew up, I knew I wanted to be just like him and shoot wild patooties with darts.)
Now AW, you give that dear Mrs. VDK lots of hugs, and tell her she can sleep in as late as she wants. Don't know if you saw, but your other half was on here a couple days ago, and we were mighty happy to see him! And I'll bet Mikey is getting humongous by now. He's about 2 1/2, right?
Neak said to say she was in the middle of a post when they lost their wireless access, and she hasn't been able to get back online. She threatened, I mean promised to be back soon.
Cinderella, the poem was very thought provoking. I think that is good for us.
No car yet?
I see T&L hasn't gone back to work yet. I mean at the hospital, because what she is doing has to be as bad or worse in some ways. How's the foot T&L?
I am sure Mr C will get caught up on his school work. Boot camp tends to do that for a person. How about the princess? I haven't heard comments about her for a while. I'll assume the big D goes on about the same.
AW is so caught up in other things that she hasn't updated us on her construction projects. Maybe they are all finished. At least for now.
I don't dare comment on Neak at this point, so I'll just say "Hi AJ !!"
We have another new grand daughter. This brings the total to 9. I don't feel that much older from year to year, but I can tell I'm not 17 any more. New grand daughter broke her collar bone during birth. Does that happen often T&L?
She seems to be OK, but they are being careful with her.
New babies are fun when you are the grand parent. I sleep through the night just fine. Ha, Ha.
Hey, when you don't want a car note and you have two children who could get driver's licenses in the next two years, and you've just been rear ended by an SUV on the interstate while you were stopped in traffic, you look at cars differently.
1. It has to be big enough but not too huge. (Remember, I've walked away from two car wrecks that really could have hurt me.)[Their dad drives a Crown Victoria boat so they could be even more spatially challenged if I got something too small.
hope you are doing well. SS building is on hold until I get the finances a bit... well a whole lot... healthier I have my orders. Aussie is so conservative I think he could conserve onions by looking at them ... but I never said that lol ... but I have a PLAN !!
I have a fantastic offer from a bank on low long term interest rates and fee free mortgage. SO if I move from the one to the other I can save over $348 per month.... thats nearly a whopping $4200 a year and I wouldn't have to touch that OTHER money. purrrrrrfect SO I ordered the rest of the wood for the floor at long long last woohoo!!!
Rella remember to look around and take a magnet with you.... run it down the car panels and if it doesn't stick then someone has bogged up a dent or a hole... and if the engine has been detailed than be sus of it. Better to see oil leaks and things up front. If you are a member of a road service they may have a veh inspection service available... some car insurers have this as well here.... maybe a friend or work mate who knows a great mechanic is also a good way to get a car checked out. Hope it goes well!!
Neak .... Mrs VDK has asked me to add this I am innocent
" With sincere apologies to Randy Travis' King Of The Road - please sing the following to his tune :-
Trailers for hire and rent Cabin seems smaller than fifty cents. No charged phone, no pool, no pets Just the kids to mess my rest
All but two hours of steering truck Buys some needed rest room time I'm a girl of means by no means Queen of the road
Third fuel stop, midnight rain Destination...Bangor, Maine Old worn out PT's and shoes I don't pay no union dues
I know every diesel engineer at every stop All of their children, and all of their stock And every loo in every town And every shower annex that isn't blocked
Trailers for hire and rent Cabin still seems smaller than fifty cents No charged phone, no pool, no pets Just the kids to mess my rest
All but two hours of steering truck Buys some needed rest room time I'm a girl of means by no means Queen of the road Just Queen of the road Queen of the road "
I saw him perform in 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer' years ago.
I usually take my prospective cars to the shop where I have my repair work done. It sets me back $35 or so but they seem to be pretty honest.
Contender #2 goes back tomorrow because the seat hurts my back. Contender #1 fit the price range but needed $800 in work - some of it soon.
Contender #3 gets looked over tomorrow. It's my daughter's boss's daughter's car. I picked it up at their doughnut shop tonight. He gave me a box of doughnuts to give the guys at the shop. His thinking was they might not charge me if they got free doughnuts. I still want them to tell me the truth - and not sugar coat it.
The Queen of the Road here, lol! I'll have to show AJ that after he wakes up. It was hard work, but I stayed awake till after he fell asleep.
Rella, I hope you get just the right car for your needs. And where are my donuts?
So we're in Texas now. We're going to wind up almost to Rella, but a couple hours short, unfortunately. Better luck next time.
SS, I thought of you especially as I drove through your state, twice in the last week, but at the wrong end, unfortunately. And I still want to go to Florida.
This trip we are more southerly, and have only hit some rain and no snow at all! The last trip we had a very providential occurrence - a little over an hour from Omaha, AJ "happened" to see that one of our favorite companies had 2 little crates of military household goods, right there in Omaha, and delivering only 60 miles from where we were going anyway.
While we were stopped to pick up the crates, AJ found one of the trailer tires flat. (It was not Not NOT flat that morning - I checked it! No, I am not feeling defensive about it.) We were only a few miles from a repair shop, and were able to limp over there with no problem. Though tire repairs are never cheap, making it to the shop saved us several hundred dollars, plus it didn't blow out while driving, perhaps blowing out another tire or two in the process. It could have been so much worse, and the string of incidents that led to the discovery left us feeling very blessed.
On the truck, we now have this handy little thing called Pre-Pass. Basically what it does, is every time we come up to a weigh station, it communicates electronically with the scale house and decides if we have to come in, or if we get to keep on going. Mostly we get to drive right on by, honking and waving (not really) to all the poor drivers who have to drive through at 3 mph and take 5 minutes or more per scale, all because they don't have Pre-Pass like us.
So, for the first time in almost 5,000 miles, Nebraska had a scale that was not compatible, and all the trucks had to exit. When it was my turn, I pulled onto the scale and stopped, like I had seen the truck before me do. That in itself was pretty unusual, since most scales have you drive by slowly while they weigh you in motion. Well, I had to move a little farther forward to be on the scale the way they wanted. So I pulled up and stopped.
The red light turned green and I started to go. But as soon as I began to move, it flashed back to red again. Obediently, I stopped. The light stayed red. I waited to see what they would do. Finally the NHP officer came on the loudspeaker, annoyance in his voice. "Look, we're really busy in here. None of us has time to sit there with our finger on the green light."
Oh. Just so you don't think I'm a doofus, I must point out that, in all the other MANY scales I've been in, if they turn the light back to red, they expect you to stop immediately. Some may even have you back up. So it wasn't all my fault. Or any my fault. Everywhere else, a green light means go, and a red light means stop, not keep on going and don't worry cause we really aren't going to pull you over.
I'm starting to take micronaps while typing, not the best way to make lots of sense, so I will close with a brief reminder to myself to remember to tell tomorrow about the toilet that attacked me today.
Well, Dearie, I've got good and bad news for you. Oddly enough, it's the same news. So which do you want first? Val couldn't sleep last night--Chester the Molester kept coming after her--even after the 1/4 Vicodin I gave her (and the Princess, who slept just fine) for uncontrollable coughing occurring in the sleeping bags right next to me!! (I don't know why people are getting colds now that it's spring!) At 11 or so, I gave her the Clay Aiken Christmas CD since it was the only one I could find and she got in the sleeping bags, put the headphones on and appeared to settle down. At 1AM she woke me up to say she couldn't sleep. I reminded her that she was safe, but said that I couldn't stay up all night with her because I had to be awake all day with Gramps and the kids. Wait, I'm repeating myself, aren't I? So this morning she called me in to see what she had done while she couldn't sleep--which means sometime between 1AM and 7AM. The good news is that your bathroom has never been so clean, not since it was first installed in the house. The bad news? Your metaphors may not be the only things you have now misplaced! I very carefully avoided any mention of "Six days shalt thou labor," and simply oommented on the [censored]-and spanness of it all, but we are SO going on a long walk this afternoon with all the children. Perhaps the combination of that, plus way too little sleep tonight, will be successful in driving the scary images out of her head long enough for her to fall asleep at a decent hour.
Well, sadly, the troops awake...all except for Mr. C and Gramps, and Mr. C's blissful slumber will be disrupted as soon as I hit "submit."
tl
P.S. The Dervish is spending the night coming up at Grandpa's house--my theory being that 2 Diva #1s with nothing much to do was more than enough for anyone already dealing with Mr. C and a day of schoolwork.
Maj I am glad you had a garage to go to, Aussie used to make me change them on the farm, said it was good for my character .... I suppose that as it saved him a few quid it had nothing to do with that Had to get the tyre off the truck or the tractor and make sure it didn't fall on me and then use these huge tyre hammers that had the thinner part inside a steel tube and bang it down on the beading to break the seal and then insert the levers and get the oring off and then lever the tyre off the rim. That was hard yakka. I just bet you LOVE putting on the chains I want photos lol
Its very hard to look feminine covered in dirt, grease and cow poo. You stink a bit as well
I guess you got the sad news on Q from Mrs vdK. Its amped up her anxiety levels to beyond a normal high ....a Dolased to sleep was suggested, but she went to the studio instead so its at least healthier.
Don't know how you do the driving day after day, must be in the royal blood. I suppose a red stop light in Nebraska ..... well .... has a different meaning to the rest of the world. It doesn't actually mean stop.... it means stop..no go.. aww heck just push the pedal to the metal girl
Micronaps are perfectly ok..... I take them during meetings .. just ask my boss
Now your Maj you KNOW that AJ did not drive the truck over that big nail ..... just not possible. Road gypsies did it. Which I am sure after some reconsideration you will agree with
T&L I'll send the Dolased to you... and the cleaning pads and spray. But seriously I will include the dear girl in my prayers that she will dream of happier things. Be careful of the long walks too...... I'm sure they are not good for you..... especially as my little bloke here can out run me and out last me ........ and laugh at me while he does it ... I wonder how child services would view a rope tied to him
hugs to all
I think I may need some Mavala to stop Mrs vdK from biting her nails ........ wonder how do I stop the pacing?
SS, congratulations on your newest grandchild! To my recollection, while it is not common to break clavicles in transit, neither is it entirely uncommon. Mom could probably get you the stats, if she weren't so busy gluing her hair back on her head...not quite as fast as it is falling out in clumps.
AW, I suggest large magnetic boots, then set her on a metal floor. Works every time.
Still haven't forgotten the toilet, but cannot think about them right now, much less write stories about them.
We are in AR, stopped to go to the bathroom and take a shower, but a water pipe had busted and they had no water. I heard a man saying plaintively, "But I'm not trying to take your water - I'm trying to GIVE you water!"
How does one ever keep up with the happenings on this thread? Oh, wait, you are GALS, you can probably do it.
Hi AW ! (ss waves) You are busy, and you seem to be able to keep track. I admire that. Keep it up.
CC, you are quiet again. We don't forget you though. (or you either neaksis.)
Neak, spring weather can be so different from year to year. Hot some years, and snowing others. I was in one of those spring storms a few years ago pulling a trailer. It is hard to believe how many people pull in front of you then slow down. I haven't run over any one yet, but I sure scared a few of them. Wishing for continued safe journeys.
T&L, does the clam help with the kids at all? I have been wondering how things are going in retirement. I know you were worried about that. Maybe I shouldn't ask here.
Cinderella, You could always do what my dad did. (speaking of cars.) I told him I wanted a car, or to drive his car sometimes, and he said "you can't drive my car, but you can get your own any time you can afford it. Save your money."
I saved my money and bought a motorcycle. It lasted me until I got married, but I admit it was a bit cold in the winter. Our county was rural then, and I didn't worry much about traffic. I think there was one traffic light in the whole county then. It's different now.
I keep expecting to hear you found the perfect car, and that the problem is settled. Still praying for you.
Neak Said - Mom could probably get you the stats, if she weren't so busy gluing her hair back on her head...not quite as fast as it is falling out in clumps.
I was under the impression that she was cool as a cucumber, and that it never bothered her the lest bit. Hmmm, I'll have to think about it for a while, and maybe I can come up with a good way to tease her about it.
What is T&L's other daughter doing while YOU are on the road?
All of my children like Uncle Arthurs Bed Time stories, but one of my daughters seemed to like them the most. She wanted to hear them over and over. I have watched the used book stores for copies, and most of our children have one or two of the 5 volume set by now. However, we came across a complete set a few years ago in nearly perfect condition, and that daughter got the set for Christmas. Her oldest boy is nearly 2, and he was staying with us last evening. He went to the book shelf, got one of the volumes of our set, and brought it to me to read. He handed it to me, and climbed up in my lap. He isn't old enough to listen to the whole story, but he loves to look at the pictures, and comment on what the people are doing, or name the animals. It warms my heart to see another generation being raised with the same love for those wonderful volumes.
SS, I found a car. Not perfect. Not beautiful. But, it's appropriate. Older than I wanted. More miles than I wanted. Cheap!!!! So, I can afford to not carry collision on it - just liability. That's a better plan than letting them learn in a more expensive car. It's almost lateral to what I had - it's a 98 Taurus.
Since you have to have so many hours of learner's permit driving time with a licensed driver, I needed a car that would protect us. And, after being rear-ended by a big SUV on the interstate (I stopped in traffic, he didn't), I wasn't getting anything little.
I have emailed my sister (my only sister - the one who hasn't spoken to me in over 2.5 yrs) and told her about mom really really wanting her car back. My sister copied me on an e-mail she sent to mom's psychiatrist. She also e-mailed me and asked me not to return mom's car yet. So, I will hold on to it a while longer. Mom doesn't need to ever drive again.
My ear is better. I can hear somewhat with it.....not as good as the right ear - but better.
I had been on 6 months probation following a promotion. I survived that and my supervisor recommended I be retained at that level. That was good.
Had a conversation w/ daughter tonight about how she has been so GRRRR after coming off her lexapro. It was really a good conversation. I'm gonna try to tolerate the adjustment. But she has been somewhat insufferable. However, that could be part of the individuation process.
Take son to tour our zoned high school tomorrow. Since the private school choices are not working for me.
So, on the whole, life is pretty good. Life is really sweet, if you just think about it.
Glad you are well - and all the children and grandchildren and your wife, too.
neaksis and T&L hows the home front? Mikey is fed and is now playing with a beach ball with Mrs vdK while she sings to mtv and they poke each other and scream ...... loudly Now it's the Veronica's "This love" ......... I hope the neighbours are understanding ....... understand that under 25's make lots of noise by using boom boxes lol
SS big congrats on a new addition to the grandkid team. Love them hug them feed them on red cordial and hand them back ... my mums motto ..lol
Rella glad you got that cheap car. My friend at work has twin boys and they got their learners permit and then their P plate licence after driving lessons and a test which means they need to do 25 hours driving with a non conditional driver. So her hubby takes the first one out to the big wide huge empty car park at the regional shopping centre on Sunday morning, about the second biggest in the Southern Hemisphere according to Westfield to give you an idea of the space and guess what the poor kid did? Yep he hit the ONLY light tower in the whole carpark .. the rest run around the fence ... and did $2500 worth of damage. Of course being Aussies we joked hubby should have installed a brake on the passenger side of the car .... he replied BRAKE!! I had my bleedin feet pushed into the bitumen just like Fred Flintstone!!
well enough slacking off the dishes await cleaning, ironing next, have to toss a coin with Mrs vdK who does the work shirts... did I mention I hate ironing
and of course before I go hey Maj hope you find the loo soon and get a nice hot shower. And a few hours away IS close in Australia for all of us not just truckies so I think you should detour to Rella's
SS, I found a car. Not perfect. Not beautiful. But, it's appropriate. Older than I wanted. More miles than I wanted.
You made me laugh. Every car I have ever owned has been older with more miles. I wonder if I'll ever own a new one, but it's not at the top of my list.
I do take vacations though. Sorry you have to spend vacation money on a car.
Glad your health is not declining at a fast rate - wish it was getting better more quickly. AND CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING TENURE IN YOUR PROMOTION !! You might yet get the glass up to 3/4 full.
I think I'll stay out of the sink discussion. It's got TROUBLE signs all over it from my POV.
I think I'll stay out of the sink discussion. It's got TROUBLE signs all over it from my POV.
I dunno, SS. You might get some interesting pointers from that uninhibited daughter of mine (from her father's side of the family, might I add!) and her multi-tasking plumbing. After all, those twins of yours won't be living at home forever!
Alright ladies, it's that time of year once again!!! I think we need to be reminded of a few things. So my sisters, PLEASE, raise your big toes and repeat after me below...
The Open Toed Shoe Pledge As a member of the Cute Girl Sisterhood, I pledge to follow the Rules when wearing sandals and other open-toe shoes:
I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.
I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.
I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. I will shave the hairs off my big toe.
I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.
If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.
I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl's if my feet need him.
I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.
I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.
I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes are as long as my fingers and no sandal makes creepy feet look good.
I will promise if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.
I will promise to go to my local nail salon at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 or 20 and worth EVERY penny).
I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear... nothing is tackier than di rty white sandals.
Alrighty then, Neak, just how far does that cell phone dead space go anyway? I've been trying to call you guys all day without any success. You ARE still alive, aren't you? Nobody's come to the house to report an accident, at any rate, but if you're planning to be home tomorrow night, I want to know it.
The boys are with your dad again tonight. You might want to talk to your sister about that. They'll be back in the AM. I've got Mr. C's agenda for the rest of the year made out and he can finish with no problem at all. He and the Dervish are doing flash cards and getting better and faster all the time. I have vowed that by the time school starts next fall every kid in the family will know by heart and instantaneously, their addition, subtration, multiplication, and division tables...or somebody's going to DIE trying. Could be one of them, too. You never can tell. The Princess and I are settling down for the night. Neaksis made over $13 today for her 25c/pop seedlings she's been selling in your driveway. At one point we had a big rig stopped on the other side of the road and a man and his daughter on this side, all shopping over the plants. One lady said it was better than WalMart. Neakmart? WalSis? Call tomorrow, the sooner the better, OK?
She wants to take Grandpa to church and said she'd help. I'm very ambivalent about that, but can guarantee one thing. We are NOT staying for potluck. I can't imagine anybody there getting through a meal with him spitting up phlegm every other bite. Lalalalalalalalala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hee hee, Rella, I'm feeling more feminine already.
I see my post didn't make it on yesterday. We were in Nevada, and the internet signal was not very steady. I know one thing I said was that I was almost home, which I am now. And also, our next load is going to Wisconsin, not too far from where our farm cousins are. It looks like we'll be able to spend the night even. That part of WI is soooooo beautiful!
It's nice to see that GP isn't as bad off as when I left. He recognized me, and what he is saying makes sense now. (As opposed to telling me, talking about his saltine crackers, that he would investigate them to see whether they were the truth. It is very easy to tell if your crackers are phonies.) The hacking and vomiting at mealtimes we're going to have to work on, at least if Mom wants to ever be allowed to go home when I get back.
AW, I bet that nice Mrs. VDK forgets to pace when she is singing to her little brother.
10 days before he was to be deployed DD told him she wanted to be M before he went ... they were planning for a wedding later in the year. So we all went into overdrive and over stress and did a lot of things ourselves...like the wedding dress ...cake ..catering ...and lots more.
And her dad got to be there before he went as well.
A weeks honeymoon and then he was gone.
No matter what may happen in the future she married the man she loves and loves her. God will have to look after the rest.
I certainly can relate to your time with GP. I took care of my elderly GPs who passed away in their 90s.
I recently read a New Yorker article about care of the elderly. Sorry I can't quote it directly now...threw the magazine away.
It stated that the elderly tend to have a hard time swallowing/eating especially if they hold their head straight.
I think the article said it's best to slant their head back or it might be forward. I know not straight ahead. SERIOUSLY..
The author was interviewing a geriatric specialist who himself was living in a skilled care facility and the guy was telling him to listen to everyone "coughing" in the cafeteria...
Thanks for your interest, Mimi. It's Neak's Grandpa and my dad that lives at her house. She's been taking care of him (and my mom before she died) for maybe 6 years now so she could contribute to the family finances and still stay home with her kids. I've been a nurse for going on 40 years now, but I have to say that what he's doing is something I've never seen before. I guess when you're 93 you can be sick however you want to be sick, but it's still hard to watch! If holding his head down is supposed to help, then he's in luck, since after this last "spell" that landed him in the hospital, he doesn't seem to be able to hold his head up straight any more. If he has to tip it back, I think we're out of luck. Since Neak and her husband are home, I took the chance to return to my own house for a day or so and will go back just before they leave town again for another trip.
I am playing on the computer right now with no responsibility whatsoever, and no need to get up at the crack of dawn to get a small fry off to school. Not only that but I have no homeschoolers tomorrow, either. I was going to work at my house tomorrow, but my inclination at this point is to go into Stockton and see Ben Stein's Expelled at the theater tomorrow morning while I don't have to take care of anybody. It is about the creation/evolution debate in the educational system and I've wanted to see it, when it came out, ever since I first heard it was going to be released. I feel like I've earned at least a short break. It's not like the work won't still be there when I get back! And maybe an ice cream cone from Baskin-Robbins. I DID mention that my goddess was round, didn't I? There's a reason for it!!!
I see life is ongoing for all of you. And I don't just mean that none of you died............
We went camping again last week.
It was fun.
I know that some of you wonder what we do when we go camping. I'll post pictures, and a movie or two.
T&L, did you make it to the theater?
Cinderella, I kind of Like Helen Reddy. (But I'm not sure why.) My favorite of hers has always been "Ain't no way to treat a Lady." It reminds me to look at our relationship, and take care of my W.
Neaksis growing seedlings. Who'd have thought. What kind sis?
Hi CC. How's the new job?
AW, we hope they have a long and happy life together. What do you hear from Aussie?
SS
Oh, and Hi to Mimi too. I hope you are as happy as you sound.
It's OK, Mimi. I think I'm out of the loop of my own life, too, sometimes!! The Clam was a nickname I gave because his highly-evolved shell is so often closed, you see. I specifically chose to let the other thread slip away once the board was revised, letting the story more or less disappear, so I don't really want to bring it all to the forefront again. I danced emotionally naked on the tabletops once here already and there's no need for a repeat. But I have no objection if you go and look for yourself.
Today I went and saw Expelled with Ben Stein, a documentary on the creation/evolution debate. He stayed home and played with his new tractor. Neither of us would've much enjoyed the other's planned activities for the day! When he asks if I miss him, I say, "Only because I didn't aim carefully enough." Did I ever tell you about the odd family humor? Now might be a good time! He comes by Neak's house, often bringing treats, but numerous, noisy small children and a sick elderly man aren't really his thing for very long at a time...and he wouldn't have made it past the first day, if he'd tried to live here too. Quite frankly, I have enough to deal with between my dad's illness and decline, and dealing with homeschooling of two boys who have been molested by other children and have serious behavioral issues as a result. I don't need somebody constantly telling me to make everybody be quiet! I keep them quiet enough for me (which is pretty doggone quiet, let me tell you), but not quiet enough for him (which would be like a mortuary). I can only multitask SO much, you know!
If you elect to read the Saga, you will find that we have, after 37 years (in June), and through some VERY rugged marital roads, attained a functional dysfunction in our relationship...and I'm pretty much content to leave it that way. It works for me. I am extremely independent because I had to learn to be. Now I'm 60 and unlikely to change signficantly. Living with him has taught me to be who I am. The fact that he's not entirely happy with what he created is unfortunate, but out of my hands.
My mom is so silly. She and my dad are having a great time....she just doesn't know it! My dad has been much happier and sociable than usual, and they have been enjoying each other's company in small doses of just the right amount. (I do think she might be a little jealous of the tractor, though)
SS, a more appropriate question would be what am I not growing. It would be faster to answer.
I am growing Tomatoes:yellow, Roma, Beefsteak, cherry, and heirloom mix, Peppers: hot yellow, red, green, bell pepper mix, and jalepeno, potatoes, sweet potatoes, Beans: lima, green, purple, wax, Peas: snow and snap, Onions: red, yellow, white, Pumpkins: jack-be-little, giant, medium, gourds, okra, Eggplant: Japanese and regular, Cucumber: Armenian, pickling, and lemon, Squash: yellow, zuchinni, acorn, and spaghetti, carrots, mustard, radishes, beets, turnips, lettuce, strawberries, and garlic. Needless to say, I grew most of these from seed so I could afford it. I have about as much again of flower and herb varieties, but I won't bore you with them.
My dad has been much happier and sociable than usual
By this she means that the edges of the clam occasionally part a fraction of an inch, and if you squint, you can see a faint movement of the shell! And yes, he is having more fun than usual. When I retire, I expect that I will, too...although it WON'T be with the tractor.
I cannot have as much variety as you, because I'm in an apartment - a HUGE apartment, but still an apartment...and I miss okra something fierce, but it grows as weeds in fields here, so I'm not outta luck on that one.
I've got 3 varieties of 'maters - sweet 100s (my fav), yellow, and big boys; bell peppers, yellow jalepenos, and chili, a watermelon plant for Leo (aka: Dervish II), 2 strawberry plants, and LOTS of onions.
I'm thinking the yellow jalepenos with the big boys and mild chilis and onions will make a really pretty salsa.
The jalepeno plant has already begun producing, as has the sweet 100s.
Everything is in various kinds of planters according to their needs.
This is the second gardening season for us there. Last season the mutant 'mater plant I planted grew over the fence, much to the glee of our neighbors who I didn't mind them culling the crop a bit for me. The dern thing produced fruit up till Feb...it was smaller than the summer and fall fruit, and not as tasty, but the cavvies didn't mind one bit.
They need the vitamin C in their diets, you see...since WE didn't much care for the stunted fruit, they were more than happy to oblige us by consuming it for us.
Waste not, want not.
Your garden sounds glorious. Something I'll aspire to when we finally find a house we like.
Wow neaksis, T&L, & Kimmy ... have missed yaking to you all. Excitement here with Mikey running about playing hide and seek with big sisters Mrs vdK & Hays ... SOMEONE let a certain little boy have choc ice cream with strawberry topping didn't they ... talk about a bouncing tennis ball .... however mum is not staying up with him ... the GUILTY parties are
I'm really not sure who is having more fun actually
I'm afraid my gardening is restricted to mostly nonedible plants except for chillies, lemon and lime right now....I have way too much work inside yet before I begin outside.... and its our Autumn so I have an excuse
SS no word from Aussie or Jonnie. Even when Q was killed 3 days into whatever they are doing no word on where, how, when. Thats just the way it is. Spending a lot of time providing counselling these days when not working. Its um .... challenging. Also found its very true that its impossible to do the 'doctor heal thyself' type of thing I keep finding I know what the counsellor is going to say!
SO I'm mothering, or being mothered or something otherwise
Ya know.... that clam thing T&L ... I feel its a male gene ... except some have the Oyster gene in the Southern Hemisphere and are gowing hectares of the darn things ... like my dad and ... others absent. Commonly known in Aust as 'Secret men's business" .... can't tell ya cause ... well .. it's secret .... apparently.
and its a well known fact in such circles that women should be barefoot, pregnant, QUIET, and in the kitchen .... not necessarily in that order
Good news ....... I got a new job!!!
Ya now talkin to INSPECTOR AW .... Those young police officers that we work with at times were teasing me all day 'Oooo quick get the Gouvnor a cuppa she's frownin" and giving me boy scout salutes... sods lol
Meems and Kimmers, the internet is so slow here I don't know if I'll make it to your threads before it's my turn to drive again - the only reason I made it on right now was we are having a tuneup done on the truck. It took about 20 min just to get this far. So if you don't see me right away, you'll see me later.
AW, give lots of hugs to our dear Mrs. vdK. Even if she was the one who fed Mikey ice cream.
I was home just long enough to wipe out Neaksis' for sale seedlings. I did ask Mr. C while it was daylight, but he said they always leave them out. So I left them out, then the Princess told me very late that they were supposed to come in after all, but all the kids were on their way to bed and I was too tired to move. In fact, I spent several hours asleep on the couch before AJ called me in to bed. It did not go so well for the little plants, but many of them may grow new leaves eventually.
Mom, I meant to tell you that one reason I didn't send GP to bed early was he was out watching Prairie Farm Report and the news with AJ, and looked so perky and alert, even holding his head up almost to normal, and I couldn't bear to send him off. Especially after he said mournfully, "If you need to turn this off, just go ahead. Don't mind me." Then I fell asleep, so he apparently partied for a while. You would have felt better to see him, even if he did have a hard time getting up the next day.
Well, if he does, just use his shirt sleeve as a tissue and blow your nose on it. Don't forget, it is the Princess who made this recommendation. Therefore, it would be appropriate protocol.
Always listen when a princess speaks. That is today's lesson.
Mom, if you outlast the kids tonight, could you pretty please email my story to me? From my desktop, open the folder with my name in it, then the folder that says SC, and it is the Word document called Amber. Thank you.
Of COURSE I outlasted the kids. "Stamina" is my middle name! That doesn't turn me into a techno-whiz, though, but I'll try it anyway, since it's for you.
tl
P.S. Wyoming is such a pretty state. Too bad you're traveling it at night. That's what happened when I drove with Flard from MN a few years back. I was so looking forward to WY and we did the whole thing in the dark. Hit Nevada at sunrise.
Mimi, I should tell you that IRL, I'm pretty reserved and don't make friends easily. When I do actually become real friends with someone, the friendship is an enduring one.
So, reaching out via the internet HAS been a stretch of my comfort zone; but, I think I was able to do it because I have met so many people with the same interests as I have. That's not so easy IRL, I think, as we're pretty much limited to the people in our localities.
On the internet, it is pretty easy to be close friends with someone without their having to even know your name. You've been a very good friend to many here...sharing and caring and trying to help them. That's all I really need to know about someone.
Probably just as well. When I was telling it, it seemed like the whole MB world was reading the blasted thing. The intoxication of actually being listened to surely produced more frankness than I ever intended at the start.
But this is how I operate: While I'm struggling with something, spiritual or otherwise, I try to be very internalized and contained, although if it's bad enough some of it will spill out. I wrestle with it pretty much alone, and usually without telling anyone how deep my struggle is, or how bad I feel. Once it's over and I believe I've reached a solution, I talk about anything with anybody if I think what I've suffered, endured, discovered, learned, etc., can help them lighten their own burden and make the way easier for them. Why should I be the only one to profit from the valuable life lessons of all my stupid mistakes?
T&L, I don't think that I've ever told you this, but I could identify with some of your issues, and your telling of them helped me to understand that I was NOT THE ONLY ONE!
Neak! I hope you waved when you went by my house! (I live in Wyoming). If it was dark I was probably in bed...I do as the chickens do. But you can honk if it's dark when you're going through!
We have big trucks too but we don't do OTR driving. We do oil/gas field driving. I don't drive. I don't even like to ride in them big trucks! It scares the crap out of me!
If you are still in Wyoming, I'm the one with the curly hair out beating up the snow banks with a shovel so it will go away!! Argghh! I might rototill my greenhouse so I can plant this weekend. I want some of neaksis's plants. I'm ready to start growing something!
I remember traveling somewhere once--don't know where, or when, or why, just that I was traveling--and I met a cowboy from Wyoming who was just returning to high snow banks and freezing weather while I was going back to California and spring in full bloom. B-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r. Remind me again, girls, why we're moving back to the midWest? And why was it my parents ever left Hawaii and the tropical breezes and warm sunshine?
My feet are cold this morning as I sit here with my warm socks and bathrobe covering me. People in WI and WY are probably out in their shirtsleeves enjoying the end of winter. Living in CA can turn you into SUCH a weather sissy!
Remind me again, girls, why we're moving back to the midWest?
Because it's bootiful? I don't know, I wonder a lot about our choice to live here too!
Soon it will be summer and it doesn't get any better than here in the summer! And, we have a summer business and this year we won't be near as busy so I will get to enjoy my summer instead of working my hiney off! Can't wait!
I can see over half of my yard right now and it is melting quickly. The snow banks and drifts will be here awhile but that's just the way it goes. I'll just mow around them!
M&L, I have not seen a post lately on how YOU are doing. Your kids would be mostly grown now, and I hope they are doing well. I wonder how things worked out between you and H.
Is he still bringing hitch hikers home?
Have the two of you ever gotten MB principals to work for you. I suppose I mean did he ever become a convert, and starting protecting you, and caring for you the way you need and want?
You seem centered, and reading your comments it looks like you are doing quite well, but I had to ask.
T&L said: But this is how I operate: While I'm struggling with something, spiritual or otherwise, I try to be very internalized and contained, although if it's bad enough some of it will spill out. I wrestle with it pretty much alone, and usually without telling anyone how deep my struggle is, or how bad I feel.
I wondered why you were so BLASTED QUIET sometimes. Makes sense now.
Neaksis, Thanks for the info on the plants. Did you forgive Neak for the damage yet?
My kids built me a green house for Christmas this year. I am remodeling it a little (adding a fan to vent the heat, and a light, and making a base for it in the yard) before I start using it.
I want to know a lot more. Like what you plant the seeds in (meaning what kind of containers,) and what kind of potting soil you use (or do you even use it?) and everything. Do you shade the seedlings while they are small?
How in the world did you decide to start doing this?
I can think of about 500 more questions, but this is a start.
CC, Still waiting to hear how the new job is going. Are you OK?
You sound well, and happy. I hope you really are. I have no reason to doubt, so I'll go on believing you are OK unless you tell me differently.
Thanks for all the help you give here. I think you do more good than you realize.
Hi Cinderella !! Have a nice work week, and a better weekend.
AW, My daughter's husband's sister's husband just got back this week. We haven't seen him yet, he and his wife seem busy, and they haven't started socializing at this point. It's always good when they come home safely. We'll be glad when yours are back. In the mean time, we hope you are happy and well. In all the ways you need to be. Hug Mikey for me. I love kids.
He said some things to me a few weeks ago that resulted in my removing myself to the guest room on a permanent basis.
I am done. I am only here now due to financial and health reasons, and because I do not want to stress out my 91yo mother, who has no clue as to the situation.
We are basically living as roommates, but getting along fairly well. He is in appeasement mode (without ever acknowledging how hurtful he has been to me), but appeasement no longer works for me.
However, I am doing fine, and getting back to doing some creative things that make me happy.
If he wants to get on the Happiness Train, he is gonna have to do some major running and jumping of hurdles to get aboard.
He may not fully realize it, yet, but he has lost me. He has no clue as to what my plans are.
Oh Lady C, I am so sorry. I keep hoping all H's will get it, but we as a whole are sometimes a pretty sorry bunch.
You (personally) sound so good that I hoped your marriage had improved. You seem really well adjusted for what is happening......... too bad he can't enjoy the benefit's of your improvements by doing his own to match.
Hi SS, I haven't posted in a long while (until the last few days that is). The winter was busy and I was doing so well. I read here everyday, obsessively. I don't usually have anything to add and haven't really needed help with anything until H quit his winter driving job and has been home "molting", trying to figure out what job he wants next.
Kids are all but out of here. I have 3. DD22 has been gone for a few years. DS21 left but came back after some addiction issues and is now doing better...long story...hard to watch. DS18 is going to graduate next month and then off to college. Change is upon us.
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did he ever become a convert, and starting protecting you, and caring for you the way you need and want?
No. He has improved in some but there is this stock trading thing that just drives me up the frickin wall! And he knows it. But he loves it and it makes him happy so he will do it whether I like it or not. I think it is hugely PA on his part but I can't change it. I am just not sure what I am wanting to do about it. I believe it is an addiction (he is a recovering alcoholic) and between this and my son, I am tired of dealing with everyone else's addictions.
Does he still bring home hitch hikers? Not yet. The other day he was talking to someone (business related) and we were discussing some scenarios, and H said "and I even have a place for you all to stay". (I had said I don't want anyone in the office again before this conversation.) So later I asked him why he offered and he said "I didn't say where", suggesting a place maybe for camp trailers etc. So, he likes to do that so I react and then put me in back in line. PA I think. Oh well, such is my life right now. Like I said, change is upon us. Kids all gone.
Well, are you sorry you asked yet? Haha. You got more than you bargained for! Thanks for asking! I do appreciate it! (I was actually a little surprised you remembered me. And FF asked on another thread the other day. I'm feelin the love!!)
I'm aware of what you are al doing, but I'm VERY busy: playing tumblebugs (Mimi's fault), stuck on teh last level whic is where I was when I broke the computer a few months ago, listening to the buddhist monk, because he's like a one man comedy show and interesting, and this week I don't even have to go to my "new" job because I am attending a workshop, so at least it's a change of scenery and I don't even need an office.
On the other hand things are not going well for my friend who is a BS. Of course she hasn't stopped LBing, nor does she spend much time with her WH. He's a salesman, travels from mon to thurs and on friday goes to the office where the OW works! She has not gone with him as I advised so you can imagine that there are many reasons why this doesn't seem to be progressing as hoped. Maybe I'm no good at explaining... She doesn't seem to get it.
The only good thing is that infidelity makes my psoriasis better!
So I'm busy and doing something different, not really better but different.
Well t&l believe it. I've had psoriasis on one elbow since I was young, and sometimes I get it on my hands, or knees briefly, but the elbow one never actually goes away. I treat it with steroids when it gets too bad and when it's not so bad I use ordinary cream.
After WH left I was completely cured for a whole year. My mother, who hates the psoriasis, is a witness. the small tube of steroid ointment I had bought just before WH left lasted 3 years!
Now it's been back for a while but last week I noticed it had cleared up again, and that was because I was talking to my betrayed friend all week. On the one hand that's good but on the other, I don't feel that good talking about infidelity all day!
I just finished my very looooooong shift. We are almost out of Nebraska now, and we spent all afternoon driving through tornado watch counties but managed to just miss all the bad cells.
I'm very sleepy now, but had to say hi and see how everyone was doing.
Also, AW I forgot to congratulate YRH on the new job. Let's hear it for Her Nibs!
WHOA!!!! Neak and I were here at the same time....I was fixing to post and realized I wasn't logged in. When I got logged in, I saw that she had just posted! Cool!
I've been to Laramie, almost 6 years ago, though.
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Hi everyone!
I'm aware of what you are al doing, but I'm VERY busy: playing tumblebugs (Mimi's fault), stuck on teh last level whic is where I was when I broke the computer a few months ago, listening to the buddhist monk, because he's like a one man comedy show and interesting.
The only good thing is that infidelity makes my psoriasis better!
Yeah, that's an expensive skin treatment.
But, more importantly......what do you man you are playing Tumblebugs?? And, what is this about a Buddhist monk???
TUMBLEBUGS is a great COMPUTER GAME. CC is a WHIZ at it. I've put it down for a few days. There's a TUMBLEBUGS2 which she's already FINISHED. She listens to her BUDDHIST MONK while she plays...I thought the MONK was chanting..but she says that he's like a comedian(?)..she hasn't clued in where he's BROADCASTING from..her radio, TV or CD or is he in her house?...that CC..gotta luv her...
I make no claims to be a gardening whiz, but here goes.
I plant in Supersoil because it happens to be the cheapest potting soil Walmart sells.
I plant the seeds in old six-pack containers that I save anytime I buy plants.
They sit in flotillas out on the cement slab in front of the garage, and are covered with plastic drop clothes when it might frost.
Plant as early as possible, which is early Feb. here. Otherwise it takes forever for you to get any crops.
Mark your plants! This is the first time I put markers in. I got tired of mystery plants. No matter what you tell yourself, 3 months from now you will not remember what you planted in which container. I use popsicle sticks.
As to why I got started, farming is in my blood. Gardening is my hobby, my therapy, my obsession.
GP gets scoped and dilated tomorrow. When you can't get pudding past your stricture, for Pete's sake, it's time to do something about it! I've told him several times, but no doubt he'll be surprised again tomorrow to hear he's going to the hospital. I've been reading 3 books to the kids--one adventure, one nature, one worship--and he's been coming out to listen, too. Tonight when I finished the chapter from The Colonial Twins of Virginia, where they're the only ones who know the pirates are coming, he asked, "Is that book over already?" I reassured him that there'd be another installment tomorrow night.
The Dervish had his tooth removed today. My word, that thing had a root that went clear to China!! They gave it to him in a tiny box. He's already lost and found it several times today. We'll try to save it till you get home, but no promises. The Tooth Fairy makes no guarantees on Dervish teeth! Mr. C felt that the standardized testing was pretty easy. I don't know whether to feel proud of my teaching, or dismayed at how easy the tests must have been. I guess I'll wait till I see how he scores. He told me I did well in math. At least he knew where to give due credit!!
While you're at the farm, be sure to see if Neaksis the Cow is still alive. If she's not, she will still have daughters cranking out milk for the dairy. Maybe you can get a Neak cow out of your visit this time. Pick a black one. I don't think Holsteins are very cute if they have too much white. You know how white shows stains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mimi, the guy is on youtube, look him up: ajahn brahm. He gives weekly talks in a center in Australia and they are recorded these last few months and put on the web.
Yesterday we had to go and take a drug test. We walked up to the building, and thought at first we were at the wrong place.
Pulled up out front was a Pepperidge Farms delivery truck.
On the building was a sign something about yummy snacks.
On the window, right above the "collection site" sign was another sign that read, "Visit www.enchantedtreasures.com".
Despite the strangeness, they were very nice people, and it was not their fault we had to sit there, legs crossed for 30 and 40 minutes, respectively, dancing while we waited for our turn.
The lady at our compliance company was supposed to send the paperwork for our test. Instead, she went to lunch, and they couldn't test us without that ppw. We had each gulped down a 20-ouncer of water to make sure we could perform as soon as we got there. Who knew a half hour could be so long?
We are about 2 1/2 hrs from our unloading site, then another 2 hours to the farm.
Neak--Your GP passed out again today. He was in the shower (which was NOT what I'd told him to do), but fortunately sitting down. There was a small thump--maybe when he dropped the shower head. I don't know for sure. But he didn't answer when we called and so Neaksis picked the lock and let us in to find him slumped over with his head almost resting in his lap. He probably looked a great deal like he did for the episode you guys witnessed--little seizure-like jerks, weird breathing, pale as a snowbank, etc. He looked like he was dying, but once Neaksis got in the shower and held him up so I could try and dry him off enough to get him out of the shower, he started to wake up. When he was able to move all his limbs equally, I at least knew he hadn't had a stroke.
We finally got him out of the shower. Neaksis insists she was very traumatized by the whole thing, although she stood behind him the whole time so it's not like she saw anything shocking. Maybe it was the fact that several times it sounded like he stopped breathing. That elicited a panicked plea for reassurance a time or two! We tried to get your dad, hoping he was at her house, but he was in Oakdale, so we just did it ourselves. Right now he's in bed, and feeling enough improved to complain about not being fully dried off before he was dressed!! I am still taking him in for his procedure, since I'm sure he fainted because he's so weak from not being able to eat much of anything for the last 3 wks. And until we get his stricture opened up, it's not going to improve, either. So we're going. Period.
Not the best morning. But on the plus side, he's still alive and kicking up a fuss...
this thread is just streaming along I'll have to get mum to read more often. She would be doing that now however mother decided she wouldn't sleep much during the day as she would be ok getting up at 4.00am with Mikey. we shall see.
I need to get ready soon as the three of us girls & the band will be doing the ANZAC Day gigs in a little while, service starts at 4.30am.
Neaksis when I found out what you do I just went OMG! I have trouble controlling one little hyped up brother. Amazing. Mum is the green fingers in this family, but I do a mean emergency appendicectomy lol
TL where was I? I wasn't paying attention again but thats because its holidays for everyone going to Uni and that and I'm slackin. Anywway mum is writing to you I know because I had to take Mikey to the park and he still wasn't tired. However mum was asleep at the desk when we got back so how many words you get a day I'm not sure.
Queenie, how tings dare? Its tiry tree minutes past tree and its nerviouser time I'm gettin' Hope dare road is not ganky. time to pack and go Hayley told me to be whist and shift me backside, actually it was ruder than that.
Cinderella..you're funny...drop clothes...hahahaha!! And P.S...next time you're in Wyoming, honk!
I love, love, love to garden and play in the yard! I can't wait to mow the lawn! However, we woke up to more snow this morning so I'll have to wait a day or two longer. Oh well, soon I hope. (H bought me a new ZTR mower late last year. Yeah!) I totally understand it being therapy, hobby, obsession!
I am hoping to be able to plant in the greenhouse this weekend. I have big tomato plants to put in and will go get some more stuff. I want to get off to a roaring start! I may have to hook up the heater and cover stuff even in the greenhouse for awhile, but I am soooo ready to play in the dirt! I rototilled the inside beds yesterday. The outside ones haven't dried out yet and now with the heavy wet snow, it may be awhile. I'm so excited because at the end of last year, my H helped me build raised beds and install them, fill with dirt and compost and I bought a little mantis tiller. It's electric and so wonderful! It starts first try every time! Love it! Oh, and we have an almost full pallet of cedar mulch that I am going to put down between the beds to keep the mud off my shoes. I'm ready to garden!! Ahhhh, summer....with snow...
Just a quick note before I tend to my chickens here. Everything went well. In 3-1/2 weeks since the last scope, his esophagus had completely scarred shut. At least it's a logical explanation for all the vomiting. He is to return in 2 wks. and get it dilated again. The doctor hopes that repeating the procedures close together will keep it from sealing over. I got him a root beer freeze on the way home. He sucked the plastic off the inside of the cup, trying to get all of it! Now he's resting off his great adventure. His nurse was a former student from the 70s, and they had a grand old time reminiscing. I, on the other hand, am pooped. The kids will be going to bed early tonight!
M&L said: Well, are you sorry you asked yet? Haha. You got more than you bargained for!
No, I really wanted to know. I really hoped he had quit trading, was working winters, and that things were really good at your house these days.
I know we don't always get everything we want, but ....... well, you know.
CC said: I'm aware of what you are al doing, but I'm VERY busy: playing tumblebugs (Mimi's fault)......
Oh sure, Blame Mimi.
Not working, and playing tumblebugs. What a life. I'm beginning to think it's me that lives in the wrong place.
Sorry your friend's situation is not getting better. It's so sad to watch it, but even worse to live it.
Neak Said: I just finished my very looooooong shift. We are almost out of Nebraska now, and we spent all afternoon driving through tornado watch counties but managed to just miss all the bad cells.
At first I pictured wicked phones lying in the road........ and you trying to dodge them in your truck. I did get it though. Finally.
Neaksis said: I make no claims to be a gardening whiz, but here goes.
I plant in Supersoil because it happens to be the cheapest potting soil Walmart sells.
OK, we have a super Walmart two blocks from us....... across the creek. I can handle that.
I plant the seeds in old six-pack containers that I save anytime I buy plants.
So, I should have been saving them for years, but I have not. I think I can buy two dozen (empty) six packs for about three dollars at a local nursery. (If I need to.) I won't be planting this spring in the green house, I'll wait until next spring because it will take me half of the summer to get it finished. Greenhouse (when finished, I'll move it over against the garden fence.) www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/garden/greenhouse.jpg I already have the garden planted for this spring, from seed, but next year I'll start things early in the green house and then put them out when it's warm enough .
They sit in flotillas out on the cement slab in front of the garage, and are covered with plastic drop clothes when it might frost.
The bible says something about making a man an offender for a word - or something like that. I knew what you meant. I can't believe every one else wants to tease you about it.
Plant as early as possible, which is early Feb. here. Otherwise it takes forever for you to get any crops.
That helps. If you plant too early, they can get stringy and weak. If too late, they are too small. I have been wondering when to plant.
Mark your plants! This is the first time I put markers in. I got tired of mystery plants. No matter what you tell yourself, 3 months from now you will not remember what you planted in which container. I use popsicle sticks.
I think we have enough grand kids to collect the sticks by the time I plant. I may be able to collect enough to build another green house.
As to why I got started, farming is in my blood. Gardening is my hobby, my therapy, my obsession.
That made me laugh, but I understand. I have been growing a garden most of my life.
When I was a kid, it was against my will. Now I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
I was wondering what got you started selling the small plants. It would be a big jump for me to go from my small garden to selling stuff to others.
Where do you get your seeds? Do you just buy the little packets, or do you have a place to buy in bulk?
I have a bulk seed place that I buy from (online, but they are in my state.) It helps a lot if you plant very much stuff, but they don't have everything every year. It makes it a lot cheaper to do lots of carrots, and onions, and things that take lots of seed. It's pretty cheap for those kinds of seeds.
I can grow turnips all winter, and they are good when winter grown. (bitter if we grow them in the summer.) I bet you could too if you wanted to. Of course, you might not like them. I save the seed and use it the next year. (leave a few plants to go to seed.) I plant in Sept., harvest the first ones in late November, and we harvested the last of them in early March.
Photos of last weeks campout. Most of our favorite places are un-improved.
This is Black Rock mountain where we camped. The peak behind burned badly the summer of 2007, however, our favorite camp spot (the trees in the front) did not burn. It's visible from town, and takes about 90 minutes to drive there on dirt roads. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/black-rock/burn-top.jpg
This is our camp site. The only improvement is a fire ring. The bad part is that there is no water, and no restrooms. The good part is that we only saw two other vehicles the whole time were there. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/black-rock/camp2.jpg
Out on the back side of the burned mountain we learned about rock and roll. This is a static photo looking south to snap point and the Grand Canyon just before our class started. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/black-rock/snap.jpg
We saw deer and wild turkeys, and generally had a good time. In the evenings, we read stories around the campfire. Louis L'Amour western short stories in this case. In Mr. L'Amour's books the good guy always wins, and the campfire atmosphere lends itself well to western tales. We take walks, photos, and in this case we studied rock and roll. The object is to relax, and we accomplished our goal. We also did some target shooting with .22 rifles.
Out on the back side of the burned mountain we learned about rock and roll.
We saw deer and wild turkeys, and generally had a good time. In the evenings, we read stories around the campfire. Louis L'Amour western short stories in this case. In Mr. L'Amour's books the good guy always wins, and the campfire atmosphere lends itself well to western tales. We take walks, photos, and in this case we studied rock and roll. The object is to relax, and we accomplished our goal. We also did some target shooting with .22 rifles.
SS
I am confused.
You went camping - to a place where a fire ring is considered an improvement. And, while there, you studied rock and roll. How did you plug in the amps?
SS, H has worked all winter...sorry if I was unclear. He quit the trucking job he has had since November about 3.5 weeks ago. He has been trading all day every day since then...driving me nuts!!!! He quit because the guy he worked for was a total turd. None of the drivers can stand him. H just got fed up with the constant temper tantrums and it was affecting our drivers (one quit us and another was about to because of this guy). I was o.k. with him quitting! H has been on a dead run since the end of October and we have a money cushion so I am ok with him taking a breather. (H left for work the day after Christmas and we didn't see him until February-lots of hours) I'm not ok with the trading. I wish he would do something more productive and get himself ready for the next job. But, he will wait till ten minutes before he leaves and be in a big hurry. *sigh* Soon he will be working again. I'm ready.
You guys and your early gardening are making me green with envy. I will have to heat my greenhouse if I plant now...but I will do it!
Hey T & L, I'm glad GP is o.k.! I hope you get a good nights rest too!
Off to the big city tomorrow...have a good one everyone!
You went camping - to a place where a fire ring is considered an improvement. And, while there, you studied rock and roll. How did you plug in the amps?
You have to watch the video to get it. Sorry, because you probably have dial up?
Well, Grandpa's Excellent Supper went well. With no hacking, spitting, or spewing. Not even once. Believe me, even saying that much is sparing you a lot of unnecessary details. After 40 years of nursing, I can tune a lot out, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend I wasn't noticing!!!! After he ate the smallish plate of food Neaksis gave him, plus the strawberries and lemon pudding besides, he went out and helped himself to some walnuts for an extra dessert and then toddled off to bed upright and unassisted. Such a difference from the man who was unconscious and having seizure-like spasms just this morning.
Modern medicine can be either a marvel or a curse. Today it was simply amazing.
Lalalala I did not hear anything about drop cloths. :p
Mrs. vdK what a treat! And thanks for the chuckle at your mum's expense, picturing her slumped over the keyboarzzzzzzzzzz. (Of course, if I were unkind I would point out that she has told me the same thing about you before. But I'm not unkind. So I won't.) The road is currently beautiful but wet. We are even having some lightning.
Break a leg with your performance - I know it's going to be fantastic.
Mimi lol - the only way you would make it around here would be to keep the portopotty out and permanently deployed.
So we have visited our cousins and had a wonderful time! After spending 3+ hours in the barn yesterday I was not so clean, though. I am so sleepy after getting up yesterday morning at 0445 home time, staying up till 12:30 last night, and getting up at 0530 this morning.
AJ has been adopted. I had my horizons expanded. We have home-made maple syrup. We went to visit Grandma - the flowers look nice. We did not have time to visit anyone else, so Mom's letters will be delivered later today.
I'm glad GP is better. I think he and Charlie must be having a competition to see who can get in the worst trouble without actually dying. Speaking of Charlie, he is looking well at the moment, old and frail but better than I expected, and he kept me in stitches. I now know how to successfully carry out any number of game violations, including spearing fish, poaching deer, and shooting wolves with tracking collars. :eek:
(There is not a big enough eek-face for everything I know now.)
I woke him up this morning, gave him a Nexium and told him he could eat in an hour. He polished off a double bowl of instant oatmeal with raisins and spices, and an egg on toast. Now he's sitting up for the mandatory hour after his meal, with his nose buried in your book. All in all, things are calm.
Neak, just thought you'd like to know that a swarm of bees is apparently trying to bulld a hive in the flowers right next to your garden (which is right outside the front door!). Your plants REALLY needed to be watered before Sabbath, so I've got the Dervish out doing the job. The rest of us are safely in the house with the door closed. Haven't heard any screams yet. It's hard to be a sacrificial lamb when you're only 7...
Your GP just shaved himself without slitting his throat OR keeling over. Is that progress or what? He wanted to know why he had to shave today when it was for tomorrow and got a little miffed when I told him it was because he's so slow. I don't know what the deal was with that. It's not like his slowness should be news to him. And I don't care what he may or may not smell like. He's not getting another shower until he's had at least 3 days of 3 meals/day. I'll sprinkle some carpet deodorizer on him if I have to, but there will be no naked, wet, unconscious man in the shower again if I can help it.
Now Cinderella--you've had Neak visit your home and make the personal acquaintance of your plumbing. How could what I said possibly be too much information after her?
Whatever you were doing is fine.....really. Truly. Glad I could give you a few minutes off the road. And the children a chance to run around and stretch their legs. (The dress up girls were hysterically funny.)
So we got to the farm at milking time, which honestly could be any time of day or part of the night, but in this case was about 1pm local time. It was kind of fun watching AJ back his 53' trailer into their little narrow driveway.
Then we went out to the barn, and stayed for a number of hours, just talking and talking and talking and talking. As soon as the boys (I can't help but calling them that, even though they are now in the 40-50yo range) found out AJ was raised on a dairy, they carried him off. Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of them somewhere across the barn, milking and laughing, laughing and milking.
A small family tree explanation is in order. Grandma had one brother, Philip. Philip had 3 children that I can remember offhand, and Dorothy was one of them. Dorothy married Charles, and they had 5 kids. Charlie and Dorothy are getting on in years. His health has deteriorated to the point where he can no longer work in the barn, in fact back in September one of his doctors told him he had two weeks to live, but Dorothy still works out there with the two boys. The 3 girls come around quite a bit, but are not a part of the allday everyday barn crew.
So when Charlie made the pilgrimage to the barn and proceeded to talk my ears off with stories, many of them quite shocking, it was a major event. He is a darling old fella for all that, and thinks I'm adorable, which IMO is a major virtue in anyone.
Eventually, after 3 hours or so, I did have to go to the bathroom, and then it was back out to the barn where I finally caught up with AJ for a little bit.
But when the boys found out I had been out exploring the old homestead and was planning to walk down there, they offered to take me and show me the old garbage heap that contained more old and even vintage glass bottles than I had ever thought of.
Brief digression, the story of the old homestead: It was a tiny little house, and the one Grandma lived in. She would walk across the field to the church and school, and it was the house that, in her later years, she always thought she was going back to. The old house burned down in the early 60's, if I remember correctly, and another darling-but-primitive shack was erected next to the old foundation. One of my ancestors lived there for a while, and during all this time they/he/whoever dumped their tin cans and glass bottles in a heap out in the woods.
A quick drive by its very late here nearly 5.00am and we just got back from my Sisters place after a night of wine and antipasta and pasta and lots of other Italian food .... burp excuse me
maybe I'm just early? mmmmmm?
Love your story neak, lovely to hear about the old folks. Mrs vdK loves to read and research that as well.
Liz and I were talking to this oldish woman at the ANZAC Day ceremony on Friday morning. She lost a son in Vietnam and she and her husband from the day they got the news he was 'missing presumed killed'.... thought that one day he would just walk in the door,,,,, so they leave the front door open all day every day even now so he can come home. I just thought it was very beautiful and a true picture of a parents love.
I had this image of all the people in the crowd with lost loved ones leaving their doors open across the city...... and that image ... well it speaks very deeply to me. I understand fully.
well off to bed for me... Mikey is well and truly out for the count... smart fella went to sleep at 9pm.
It is the original one, much harder than TBII. One if these days I might calculate how long it took me to get through each level, but I'm sure I have been on level 12 for many months. It was quite surprising to make that last screen!!!!! and exciting.
mimi - I know. It started as a misunderstanding. But, they were good sports. I didn't pester them. Didn't hover. I did real well staying sort of distant from them. I finished in the middle of the pack.
At the silent auction at the soiree, I spent about $250. Got a piece of his art that had been framed, a toaster oven, a rice and veggie steamer, an iron, video rentals, 10 free games of bowling, some free movie rentals, private knitting lesson w/ yarn and needles, gardening items in pretty pot, basket of toiletries, oil change, oil change w/ tire balance and rotation, and some more things.
Rella...what you did is awesome! A few weeks ago my DS18 had 3 other couples here for the before prom activities. I don't know if other places do this, but around here (a very small town) they have all-day dates. They plan activities most of or all day and then get dressed up and go to the prom. It is soooo fun! They do really fun and creative things to ask each other too....some publicly, most of the time it is a matter of solving a mystery from the clues given by the asker. Anyway, I felt real good that my son was comfortable enough to have his friends over for part of their date. (My son even had lots of time betweeen dinner and the start of the dance, so they came back here and played WII in their formals!)
Last night this same son had 2 friends over and my other DS21 was here and they played rock band. I fixed dinner and they all ate with us (again, this has been going on for a few months now)and I was happy that they were content to be here and not feel like they have to be out running the streets.
We left them all here while H and I went to a concert. It was at the local bar and it was HIGHWAY 101!! Right here in hooter-ville! I'm telling you this is a town of a few thousand and we had them here!! It was soo awesome! It was not crowded and it was all sit down....quite intimate setting for a big name band. I am in total amazement still! WOW! There was no drinking or smoking allowed while the concert was going on. We had a great time!
I'm usually the boring one MIMI, but not last night!! We had fun!
Rella glad you had a great evening and treasure every moment they let you share... the boys especially grow up so fast. JJ just a little over 3 years ago was in school .. now he's deployed. It seems strange to have a toddler and grown kids too. lol I try hide not to over mother Mikey. I can teach anyone to over mother
Mimi you must go out to concerts with some girls or something.. I do that with Aussies away. Ballet, opera whatever I like... or more likely what I can afford $250 per ticket gives me heartburn.
hey guess what? Its 12.22am here so it's now officially AUSSIES BIRTHDAY woo who !!! Happy Birthday my darling ........ wherever you are
I don't care what they say ... you don't look a day over 45 .. oh thats right you are't 40 yet ooops'
Neak and TL I don't think there's any need to tell him about that age thing now is there? no thought not Keep safe driving HRH
SS hows all the family? loved the photo's of your camping! I could almost agree to go again ... almost ... my ideas of camping these days is a 3 star hotel rather than a 5 star one... at least a caravan park at the worst lol ... with air cond ok so I AM spoiled lol
I think I have some washing to do for work tomorrow .... I dislike washing... ironing... house work... I do like sharing though ..... anyone want to come around?
whats with the silence? I'll make you a cheese cake and coffee and tea
So SplashBack is a game? I thought maybe it was a waterpark.
I have more than 100 lives in Tumblebugs.
We're in Vegas right now, just finishing up our DOT inspection, which is like a colonoscopy for trucking. The inspector is very nice, and even helped us complete a few things that weren't quite up to par. Mostly we were in good shape, though.
Not done telling about the farm by any means, but just wanted to share a couple of Cousin Charlie's fit-for-public-consumption malapropisms.
1. He had a bout with prostrate cancer.
2. Upon hearing about the swelling and tenderness in his right breast, medical personnel wanted to do a "man-o-gram".
I was sitting in the tractor seat reading a book because I tried to sit on the grass in the shade and it was itchy. (Neaksis and all 5 kids were working in the "garden" HP plowed up with his new toy.) HP came over to the tractor where I was very happily entertaining myself with a good story, put the key in the ignition and turned the tractor on. I figured it was easier to drive it than to argue for my contentment with what I was doing! I don't think I've driven a tractor since I was 14 years old visiting the farm on summer furlough from Hawaii. So it was an interesting flashback to a much younger era...
Once I drove it, then I made Tina drive it too. That was fairly amusing since she's unfamiliar with both tractors and stick shift. However, we are now officlal and ready to move to the REAL country instead of this pseudo California stuff we've been living on for the past 20 years.
I don't know what question you have that Neaksis didn't answer. I do know that her adopted daughter has come to a place in her counseling (with her absolutely wonderful counselor!!) where she is dealing directly with the issues of her molestation. In the long run, this will be beneficial for her. In the short run, it's hell on earth for Neaksis as she deals with regular meltdowns from a short-circuited little girl with images running through her mind that no one should have to visualize. She's got a hard row to how, Neaksis has, and there are no tractors for THIS kind of plowing.
tl
P.S. Neak and AJ drove through your town last night, but it was late and not a visiting time. (I would've called. Neak is polite!) Maybe they'll have better luck next time around. Goodness knows they're traversing the country with sufficient variety to make it there again!
I was sitting in the tractor seat reading a book because I tried to sit on the grass in the shade and it was itchy. (Neaksis and all 5 kids were working in the "garden" HP plowed up with his new toy.) HP came over to the tractor where I was very happily entertaining myself with a good story, put the key in the ignition and turned the tractor on. I figured it was easier to drive it than to argue for my contentment with what I was doing! I don't think I've driven a tractor since I was 14 years old visiting the farm on summer furlough from Hawaii. So it was an interesting flashback to a much younger era...
I don't know HP well enough, but it sounds like he's trying to interact with you because he loves you. Clams will sometimes use other methods than conversation. (young school boys use all kinds of crazy stunts, and grown men sometimes are not any brighter.)
Flashbacks are cool......... you made me have one too. Our area was mostly rural when I grew up. Most jobs were farm jobs. I drove tractor, and milked cows. Probably started plowing and disking when I was 14.
Originally Posted by thndrnltng
Once I drove it, then I made (Neaksis) drive it too. That was fairly amusing since she's unfamiliar with both tractors and stick shift. However, we are now offical and ready to move to the REAL country instead of this pseudo California stuff we've been living on for the past 20 years.
Does she wear an evil grin when she's driving tractor? Maybe I have heard Neak tell too many stories?
Originally Posted by thndrnltng
I don't know what question you have that Neaksis didn't answer.
It was gardening stuff.
Originally Posted by SS and Neaksis
As to why I got started, farming is in my blood. Gardening is my hobby, my therapy, my obsession.
That made me laugh, but I understand. I have been growing a garden most of my life.
When I was a kid, it was against my will. Now I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
I was wondering what got you started selling the small plants. It would be a big jump for me to go from my small garden to selling stuff to others.
Where do you get your seeds? Do you just buy the little packets, or do you have a place to buy in bulk?
I have a bulk seed place that I buy from (online, but they are in my state.) It helps a lot if you plant very much stuff, but they don't have everything every year. It makes it a lot cheaper to do lots of carrots, and onions, and things that take lots of seed. It's pretty cheap for those kinds of seeds.
Those were my unanswered questions (with comments for clarity)
Originally Posted by thndrnltng
I do know that her adopted daughter has come to a place in her counseling (with her absolutely wonderful counselor!!) where she is dealing directly with the issues of her molestation. In the long run, this will be beneficial for her. In the short run, it's hell on earth for Neaksis as she deals with regular meltdowns from a short-circuited little girl with images running through her mind that no one should have to visualize. She's got a hard row to how, Neaksis has, and there are no tractors for THIS kind of plowing.
I think about that often. Not sure why, but it comes to mind, and prompts me to pray for you (all of you)
Perhaps God brings it to my mind because prayer works, and he wants you to have all the support you can get. I know there is nothing I can do directly........ and I realize the frustration I feel (not being able to help much) is nothing compared to what those of you who are close to the situation must be feeling.
I hope Neaksis knows that people care. I suspect she already knows that God is helping.
Originally Posted by thndrnltng
tl
P.S. Neak and AJ drove through your town last night, but it was late and not a visiting time. (I would've called. Neak is polite!) Maybe they'll have better luck next time around. Goodness knows they're traversing the country with sufficient variety to make it there again!
I saw she was in LV, and wondered if she had come this way. Of course your family is always welcome here - time doesn't matter. We have always told that to a select few friends and relations. All the regulars on this thread would be welcome.
We have three bathrooms and three showers, so there is almost always a shower free for weary travelers.
Our house is usually cluttered, but people with children can usually cope with that.
Perhaps even more important - we are only about two minutes off the interstate, and there is room to park a truck across the street from our house with no problem. (maybe three minutes, I haven't actually timed it)
T&L, I think the interchange you got off on was busy but the one north of town (exit 13) is rarely used, and is very easy to get on and off.
SS, AJ says you are our new best friend, and we will have to take you up on your thoughtful offer. (Rella can still be our old best friend. )
Kimmy, I'd have to try that fun game, except for one thing. I've been having so much trouble disciplining myself to start writing again, that for now I have banned myself from games. Already I am finished with one magazine article, and almost done with the next. (Working titles: "Joe's Story" and "Jennifer's Story" and you get only one guess what they are about.) In addition to trying to get the next book flowing. Still slogging through molasses on that one.
We're on our way to Irvine, and I wish we were staying long enough to meet some of our wonderful SoCal MBers.
I don't buy any special kind of seed. I wait until Wal-mart has its $.10 a seed packet seeds and I load up on them. What I can't get from that I get from the $.30 a seed packet, and only when those options are exhausted do I buy the more expensive seeds. I had 100-150 different packets this year, but I didn't use all of them.
Since I somehow always end up with more plants than space, I decided to try selling the seedlings. I love to sell things, and it is fun to take $.10 and turn it into...well, more than $.10. With the cost of the watering and the soil, I doubt I turned a profit, but I have made back my costs and still have over $100 worth of plants for myself.
From my cousin re a funeral. It packed a real emotional wallop for me! tl
I'm heading for bed. I am totally drained emotionally. I went to Jonathan Frazier's funeral today. Josh worked with him as a Paramedic at Memorial, and then at Life Guard. He threw a pulmonary embolism at home on Friday and died. He was 27, had been in the National Guard, East Ridge Fire Dept, and then a Paramedic. He has a wife and a toddler.
This was truely the saddest funeral I have ever been at--even counting my parent's. I have to hand it to EMS. They went all out for him. The dedicated an ambulance to him and it was first in the procession and draped with black crepe. The brought in Paramedics from other cities to cover Chattanooga and all of Life Guard was there. There must have been 100 medics, East Ridge Firefighter, and some National Guardsmen. All of Life Guard had black material across their badges and every ambulance in the fleet has a black flag on it's antena. The funeral home didn't have any other service today, and there still wasn't enough room for everyone to sit.
When we left to drive to Hixson for the grave side service, there were 4 or 5 ambulances in the lead with their lights flashing, More brought up the rear. The procession was probably 2 miles long. There were police cars and fire dept vehicles blocking the intersections and standing outside of the vehicles with their hands over their hearts, or saluting. Josh drove the #3 ambulance. When the lead EMS vehicles got to the cemetary, they parked in the turn lane and all of those riding in them got out and stood in a line for the rest of the funeral procession to pass by. Then they formed a line at the grave site for the coffin to be carried through the middle of them. Carmen and I drove together, so we stood just behind Josh until the casket and family passed by, then we stood on each side of him.
There were men in Scotish kilts playing bagpipes and drums, and a bugeler to play taps. I counted 14 EMS vehicles from 4 different companies lining the road in front of the cemetary by the grave site. Of course they had the flag folding ceremony--very dignified. Erlanger sent our Helicopter to do a fly over and they were just barely above the tree tops and directly over the grave. Then the Life Guard Medics that had radios turned them up loud and did a radio check on the ambulances that were there, saving Jonathan's for last. They called his rig twice, and of course there was no answer. Then they said Paramedic Frazier, you are relieved of your duties and your job was well done. Rest in Peace. Josh was one of the ones with the Radios.
Carmen and I were bawling through the whole service and my son, who was friends with Jonathan, stood there stone faced and dignified, strong as a rock. I was so proud of him. This D boy is tougher than any D girl, and I knew he was hurting. He indulged Carmen and I by letting us hold his hands and hang on either side of him when we got the chance, which probably made it harder for him to be tough. He did it though and he was awesome. The whole service lasted 3 and 1/2 hours.
And through it all, I just kept thinking, thank God it's not my son. The funeral was beautiful and a wonderful tribute, but NOT for one of my children. I cannot imagine anything so terrible! My kids are my world and I love them so much. This just makes me even more aware of how very wonderful and precious they both are, and of how very, very proud I am of Heather and Josh.
So, tonight, everyone of you hug your babies and tell them that you love them--and then do it again!
I looked up this thread first thing because I need your prayers. Then I read the last post from t&l and I am bawling. But I need to.
My DS21 rolled his car in another town last night at 9:30. He has hurt his back and will miss his work today, maybe his whole 7 day shift. We are on our way to get him and I am so scared. He wouldn't go to the hospital last night, just wanted to sleep on it. Now he wants to go but has no car.
The night before we had been notified that a friends son (21) had been killed in wreck last wednesday. I am so thankful my son is alive! Thank you GOD!
MAL, I am so grateful that your son is ok. I know it must have been a scary experience for him. A car is just a bunch of metal, plastic, and glass. It is a thing. But, your son is so much more.
I will pray for his healing, his appropriate return to work, safe transportation, and for your friends who have lost their son.
I believe my 17 yo daughter is somewhat hesitant to get her learner's permit because she knows that, within 11 months, my cousin's only child was killed in an accident in which she was at fault and my daughter's friend was killed in a single car accident in which she was the driver. Driving is a dangerous thing no matter who does it or how good they are.
Please have him take care of his back. He only gets one of them and damage can be cumulative. That is why I see my chiropractor so often.
After my recent wreck (someone rear-ended me and totalled my car), I looked at my transportation needs and got a bigger, less efficient car because I needed reliable transportation. I did not need a sleek, sexy machine with lots of toys. I have a 17 year old and a 15 year old. I could have two young drivers. I wasn't investing a lot of money in a car for them to kill. I needed something I could pay cash for and not worry about.
Lots of medical professionals don't like chiropractors. I'm one nurse who LOVES them. I would be crippled today, after an accident with a drunk driver about 10 years back, if it weren't for the chiropractor who worked on my neck. If your son has no broken bones, ask for copies of the xrays (so he can be treated without a repeat series of films) and find a good chiropractor to deal with his pain. Doctors give you pain medicine. Chiropractors make the pain go away.
Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. Cinderella, I read a part of your story about the accident, and remember when your niece was killed. I am so sorry for what you have been through.
T&L, I believe in the chiro too. I don't like pain meds, especially when ya don't get the problem fixed.
My H just left to go get him. It is a 2.5 hour drive and I think it will be the longest 2-3 hours of my life. Son didn't report the accident and the car is still where he left it. He was scared and probably a little shocky and someone stopped and gave him a ride back to his room. He didn't know he had to report it and now he is afraid to call because he doesn't want to get in trouble for leaving the scene. He's waiting for H to get there and that just isn't happening fast enough for me. This really stinks. It is a car he just bought friday. Out hot-rodding and rolled it. Thank God for seatbelts and airbags!!
I am so grateful that he is o.k. (Relatively speaking) and I know the car and stuff is just that! No worries about that. I just want him to learn a huge lesson from this and grow up! This kid is gonna do me in!
Thank you ! I need to talk and don't want to call anyone just yet..I don't want to get anyone alarmed (like my mom or MIL).This is helping me alot.
Some people never get the chance. They get killed the first time around. I hope he's got the sense to appreciate the gift he was given. Until I had teenagers of my own, I never understood why my mother's hair turned completely white as I grew up!! (It was genetics--you didn't think I was going to blame me, now did you? )
He's going to be fine - the rest will take care of itself. You can't quote me on this, since I'm not a legal expert, but you would think that they would go pretty easy on a kid in a single car accident, who did not remove the vehicle from the scene, and was in shock anyway.
You're a good mom, and he is blessed to have you.
We're driving along the US/Mexican border. And woohoo, I got to sleep in till 0745!
My mom told me, when mine were teenagers, that the hardest part is when they leave home. I thought "no way, not mine", because while they were in high school they did sooo well. Then WAM. DD22 goes off to college, and what a ride! Hearing the cries and hard times and being so far from home...car trouble and all, can't be there. And then this boy of mine. This is not the first time(incident). It is the worst one but there are a few close contenders in the last year. I told him last night he better have a chat with the man upstairs and tell him thanks. And then consider "why am I still here".
I talked to MIL, so now she will worry, but I needed to tell her. I feel better. I wasn't going to call her because I knew she would worry and she is not in good health. Then she called me! And she rarely calls me. So I thought I better just do it. ughhh.
If I didn't color my hair, I'm sure the gray would be over running all the rest!
Neak, Thank you. I hope they go easy on him, but like I just told your mom, this is not his first run-in with the law in recent years. If they pull up his name they will probably see it all. This could be yukky for him, and while I realize he may need to go through it all to maybe turn it around, it is harder than hayul to go through.
Thank you Mimi! It is sooo hard watching them go through this. My son is such a wonderful kid. He is a fun guy to be around, has a wonderful sense of humor and very well liked. He is just hell-bent on doing it his way right now. H called about a half hour ago and was there with son. They are going to go look at it. Waiting for an update. Tap, tap, tap, pace, pace, pace....ughh. (I have a super dirty bathroom to clean that is keeping me occupied and the phone is ringing off the hook.)
H just now called...the car has been towed so they have to go track it down and go through the process. He said judging from the debris that is around, son is lucky to be alive!. And the distance it traveled, and how and where it hit. Airborn. It was a well built car but GOD has a purpose for this boy or he would be out of my care right now. Oh thank you, DEAR LORD.
My prayers with you all. It's been a long day (much longer than I expected for a short Day like me! ) and the kids and I are off to Dreamland as soon as storytime is over.
Thanks Cinderella and T&L, They just got home about 1/2 hour ago. Son got 3 tickets and feels pretty lucky. He got a Too fast for conditions, Littering (the car parts- which have been cleaned up) and Leaving the scene. I saw pictures of the car and I can't believe he's alive. It is horrible. The car really held up well for the ride it took and all 8 air bags went off. It was as if God's hands were literally around them. It is definitely a miracle a person could live through that. And his passenger too. Oh Lord, it could have turned out so differently. I am still in shock and soo thankful.
Thanks for being here for me today! I really appreciate it.
Oh, and son is one humble puppy. He has a chiro appt. tomorrow. He thinks he feels good enough to go to work late tomorrow or friday. I'm so glad to have him.
I loved reading Mimi's comments about tractor driving. I think I'll have my W read it.
Of course, I loved reading T&L's reply too.
Let's see.........
M&L, it looks like your son is going to be OK. All of us that have had children in intensive care from accidents can really identify with this. We have been praying right along, and continue to do so................ For all of you, and your families.
I read the funeral report (from T&L) with mixed feelings. I am sad for the family, and sad for those who will miss him. On the other hand, I know this life is not the end, but just the beginning. I glory in God's plan for us, that we continue on.. I know that he helps those who humbly seek him. He turns hardships into growing experiences, that make us stronger, and better for having lived through them. I wouldn't wish this kind of Loss on anyone, but I know good can come of it with God's help and blessings.
Neak Said: SS, AJ says you are our new best friend, and we will have to take you up on your thoughtful offer. (Rella can still be our old best friend. )
Who could ever replace Cinderella? I wouldn't even attempt it. . We do hope that someday we can be of service though. I don't know how the timing works out, and I would guess from where you live, and knowing the main routes......... that you don't come this way very often. The offer is there, if you ever want to take us up on it. I would love to meet AJ. Of course Neak too. If you'll drop the Dervish off on one of your passes, I'll teach him some of my own Dervish tricks from when I was small. I think I still remember a few of them.
Neaksis said: I don't buy any special kind of seed. I wait until Wal-mart has its $.10 a seed packet seeds and I load up on them. What I can't get from that I get from the $.30 a seed packet, and only when those options are exhausted do I buy the more expensive seeds. I had 100-150 different packets this year, but I didn't use all of them.
Good grief........... 150 packets !! My timing is not as good as yours. I get some on sale. but I often just go fine what I want, and pay the going price. . I found a bulk seed place on line, and I get some things like onion, and carrot seeds from them. They also have some things that are hard to find locally.
As hot as it gets here, and as dry as it is, most things don't grow well. I marvel at the variety of things you can grow.
Since I somehow always end up with more plants than space, I decided to try selling the seedlings. I love to sell things, and it is fun to take $.10 and turn it into...well, more than $.10. With the cost of the watering and the soil, I doubt I turned a profit, but I have made back my costs and still have over $100 worth of plants for myself.
That is so cool.
If you want some boysenberry seedlings, have Neak and AJ stop. They take root all over the place wherever the vines hit the ground, so I am always digging them up from places they are not supposed to be and giving them away. . They take almost no care, grow well in hot or cold weather, and make wonderful jam, and cobbler. ( I think I sent some jam to your dad, you can ask him how it is.)
Thanks for the tips, I learned some things.
General Notice - If my W gets hooked on Splashback, someone will be making me a lot of dinners.
Hi everyone, Thanks so much for your prayers. I feel calmer today but yesterday was really hard. I was mad. Just mad at everything. Sad, mad and more mad. And I couldn't even talk about it until dinner time.
I was mad at H for trading all the time. Found out how much he has lost since he started doing it full time about 4 1/2 weeks ago and just wanted to scream at him! Not because of the money, but I just wanted to ask if maybe he just needs to spend a little more time at it or try just a little harder!!! Argggg.... He is on the computer from the time he gets up until the market closes and then most of the evening as well. Looking, thinking, researching, just maybe there is something that will make it all work better. So, my thinking was highly sarcastic. Not good.
Went to the chiro with my son. He has a compression fracture and whiplash. It may be an old fracture that is re-injured, but come to think of it, he has had back aches and such but not pain like this. He is not in a lot of pain, but I can tell it's bothersome and painful when he sneezes/coughs. I think the whiplash has been there before and was aggravated by this accident. Just my unofficial opinion of course. So, he is to stay off work for a bit because he does very hard heavy labor. He is bummed about that but his boss was real good and said he won't lose his job, just heal up right. Son goes to chiro again today. And he got the insurance claim underway, so the paperwork nightmare has begun.
Oh, and MIL called and my BIL got beat up while walking through his neighborhood (very rough part of town) trying to find his dog. Spent the night in the hospital. Pipes, hammer, rake and possibly a gun all involved. The two attackers were arrested and BIL was able to move out of there already. Second time for him. He got mugged last year in the same place.
I had a rough time yesterday. I don't want to hear anymore bad news. Just leave me alone.
But, today is gonna be a good one! I am gonna try to clean house, and if I can't be around H I will go to my office and clean it. No shortage of dirty stuff around here. I hope everyone has a great day!
{{{{MAL}}}}} Done like that, trading is little better than gambling. So hard for you.
We had a little adventure last night, though we didn't know it until a few minutes ago.
For a while, AJ had felt as if he ought to pull over, even though he wasn't tired. Finally, just across the MO border he felt like he really ought to stop. We were just about to come to a major storm with all kinds of severe watches and warnings anyway, so it seemed like a good time.
Well this morning, not too far down the road, we passed the scene of a major accident. No one was killed, and the injuries were minor, but it had been a mess. It happened about the time we would have been going past, and the description of the truck that caused the pileup matched the truck that passed us just before we stopped. AJ had been running with the guy for quite a while.
How many other new Freightliners from southern CA with hispanic drivers do you suppose there were on that part of the highway right at that time?
When we went by 7 hours later, they were still cleaning it up, and hauling off the main truck in bits and pieces.
If you click this link, all those vehicles for today's date in Greene county were involved.
Oh Neak, we are so glad you are safe. Similar things have happened to us, and we (also) are glad for God's out stretched hands.
M&L, We pray for you too. Don't let it get to you.
Thought for today -
Age is opportunity no less Than youth, itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
CC, I was thinking about you last night. (some of the things you have said over the years) I hope you are OK.
I am doing pretty well today. I'm not getting anything done but thats o.k. We are starting the process with the insurance and we have never done this before so it's a little uncomfortable. They wanted son to verbally release the car for them to pick up and I said I don't think so. They haven't paid you for it and if the settlement offer is not acceptable and they have the car, then what?? It may just be my ignorance of the procedure, but I just have to ask all kinds of questions first. They would be taking it to the other side of the state, so picking it up from them if son buys it back would be a hassle as well. So, now they are going to maybe come out to the car to do the inspection. I just want to have the car here so no one can mess with it. Oh well, patience!! It all works out, right?
Neak, I am so glad you are o.k. and took that break. God sure has been busy keeping us all safe lately! God is soooo good!
there seem to be many traffic problems on this thread lately! the rest of you take care!!!!!
Luckily T&l won't be able to speed on the tractor....
Found out a couple of days ago that WH and OW were off to Paris for their yearly holidays. That really hurt because it's the one place he had promised he would take me. Luckily I've been listening to the monk so I am avoiding hating him and OW, so far. It's not that I'm becoming a buddhist but the way they explain things like forgiveness, letting go, justice, etc. is different and more understandable in many ways.
And hearing kind and compassionate things for hours is brainwashing me! In a good way I guess. I think I'm becoming a wimp!
I had a dear friend from Thailand who was a Buddhist. It is a wonderful philosophy! She came with some monks to translate for them, and then went back after a couple of years. I really miss her. But I learned SO MUCH from her.
One of my favorites was mindfulness. It was a completely new concept to me.
I had no experience with buddhism but being able to listen to 3 years worth of weekly talks of an important teacher, in the comfort and slitude of my home, has really opened up my eyes and my mind.
At first I listened because it was fun, and funny, but now I'm more interested in learning some of the concepts, or rather the way they explain the concepts. Th really become wise!!!!!!
I never had any experience with Buddhism either. I only knew about that little fat guy that you see in restaurants, with incense. Don't know if they do that in your country or not.
I learned from my friend, and it is a completely different way of looking at life.
the monk is on the web page of the buddist society of western australia: bswa.org. His name is Ajahn Brahmavanso or also known as Ajahn Brahm. You can watch a video or listen to audio recordings.
I find him funny and wise.
As to Tumblebugs I'm on the last level of TB2 now.
Two elderly women were out driving in a large car - both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself'I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light.' After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, 'Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!' Mildred turned to her and said, 'Oh, shoot, am I driving ?'
I still have not finished telling about the farm. My bad. However, in just a moment I will finally tell about the toilet. First though...
Yesterday we were in the truck with the window open, when one of the IdleAire employees walked by outside and greeted another driver.
AJ turned to me with bulging eyes and asked, "Did he just say what I think he said?"
"I don't know. What do you think he said?"
"Well, would you like a box of rubbers?"
Wow, for that to be correct, IdleAire would have had to really expand their service well beyond heat/AC, internet, and TV. :eek:
"No Dear," I said without laughing too hard...not quite hysterically, "He said, 'Well, how do you like this weather?'"
Mom says AJ is too young to be having that kind of hearing trouble already. I can tell he's going to be really interesting when he gets older. Some people's kids!!!
And the toilet. Sorry, I will be as delicate as I can, but no toilet story can be truly genteel, under any circumstances. Luckily this story is about me and not Neaksis. Neaksis has no bodily functions.
So I stopped at a rest area one morning. A rest area in the desert. A rest area in the desert with water conserving toilets. Now these toilets barely mist when you flush them. It is hard enough to get the water to go down them. Never mind any toilet paper. Never mind any....never mind.
I flushed the first time, and some of the water went down. I flushed the second time, and some of the toilet paper moved a few inches closer to the hole in the toilet, the hole which was covered by a little flippy lid that closed after each misty flush.
The third flush did not go so well. The toilet paper moved, and some even made it all the way into the septic system. But not all of it. (It was not that much, okay???) A VERY SMALL bit of toilet paper kept the flippy lid from shutting all the way. Apparently that also kept the flushing water from stopping.
The toilet gurgled alarmingly, bubbled, and hissed. Still the paper stayed, blocking the lid.
I scrabbled at the stall door, trying to escape the thigh-high geyser behind me. Of course the door had to open to the inside.
Liberally spattered with flush water, I hesitated for a moment. The flood seemed to be receding at last. Without dignity I fled, physically unharmed but emotionally scarred.
I actually have a smidge of signal out in the wilds of North Dakota.
AJ got his brother a T-shirt that says "Hick My Truck". It is a picture of a very rustic semi, an outhouse behind the sleeper, a dented front bumper swiped from some freeway guard rail, and a deer strapped to the hood.
I finally managed to sneak online on my BIL's computer, for just a second. It has been a very busy visit. We had the 3 kids for church and the afternoon, then yesterday I worked on the farm.
I am probably the only farm hand I know that goes to work with baby wipes and Oil of Olay lotion.
Rella, I haven't had a chance to look at a map yet, but we might be in your area later this week. I'll let you know once we have our route planned, and whether it will be in the middle of the night.
Well must dash and get ready to go, we have much to do yet today, but no farm work anyway.
Hi T&L !! How's the foot? Or, are you officially a retired nurse, and a part time tractor driver these days?
Hi Neaksis !! How does your garden grow?
Cinderella....... I was thinking about you on Mothers day during our church service. About you, and CC, and Neaksis. It's tough being a mother when there are two doing the parenting..... but you gals do it all. I thought about the decisions you have to make.... often with economic consequences for you, in order to help your children. None of you talk about that much, but it's always there. ........... SS thinks some more. I can't go back, and relate all the thought that came to me, but I can say thanks. This applies to all of you. Thanks for making the world a better place by teaching your children the difference between right and wrong.
Thanks for doing the hard work it takes to make them citizens of the world so that they can contribute to the greater good.
Thanks for making the sacrifices it requires, and not giving up.
Thanks for being willing to help others as you go along, despite the constant demands on your time by your family. I was thinking about Cinderella's walks, but I know the rest of you could be, and should be recognized too.
I don't know all the good that all of you do, but God does, and I pray he will give to you the best possible outcome when you have troubles.
CC, have you got your new boss trained yet? Training new bosses can be so difficult.
Hi AJ !! I was thinking about truck drivers the other day. When I first got my drivers license, there were not nearly as many trucks on the road, and the drivers seemed to be more polite. We called them the "Knights of the road." I drove home from the cold and frozen north one dark and snowy day, and we had a CB in the car. We fell in behind one truck - whose driver started to talk to us. He told us when the road was getting slick, and he gave us pointers about driving in snow. He was a very nice man. He said more than once "you just follow me, and you'll be just fine." I imagine you cast in that mold - a Knight of the road, watching out for people as you go along. I pray for your children, I know they wish you were home more often. Thanks for the things you post from time to time. The information is very valuable.
We are getting peas from our garden now. The edible pod kind. Home made Chinese food has never been so good.
SS...you just quit bragging about eating peas!! I just planted mine last tuesday and they have been snowed on and rained on almost everyday since!! (Not a bad thing really, just pointing out the dramatic climate difference).
We are having such a sloooooow spring we may never get anything planted! I still have the heat going in the greenhouse for the tomatoes (with water walls on them too!) and I'm afraid to plant the rest of the greenhouse yet. Outside stuff, well it may not be till July...
....off to water the peas....and wonder when oh when I can finish planting....hmmmpppphhhh.
SS, Idaho is the banana belt! We still have snow all around. Most of the flats are melted off but if there is a little contour to the ground and it is shady (north side), there is still a snow drift. The mountains are still very full of snow. I'll bet we will still be able to see snow into July on the peaks. It's been a long time since that happened.
We are about 5 hours from Cody (I had to look it up on mapquest). We went to Yellowstone a year and a half ago. I went more as a kid living in California than I have since I've lived in Wyoming (25+ years). I live on the western side, where it is beautiful and soon to be green. (The leaves haven't even come out yet!!)
Oh, and about which day will be summer here..... I think it was that one last week when it got clear up to 65!! Then it snowed. I think we missed summer this year and it is back to fall.
I really do have a friend in Idaho. We'll be staying with him on the way north. (We live near Las Vegas NV.) He has access to horses, and we may do an over night ride into the mountains.
We are going to Cody to see the Museums. Another friend told me the Fire Arms museum is one of the best in the world, but my W and daughter want to see the Western Americana Art museum in the same complex. All of us are interested in the Plains Indian museum. We are not sure where we will go from there. There is a good chance we will end up in Rawlins, and go west on 80 back towards home.
Yes, I remember the cold and snowy north. When I lived in Whitecourt Alberta it snowed on July 17th. Not much chance of that where I live now.
SS
PS - It does snow here in the mountains in the summer, but I live at low altitude.
I am in Iowa, just recently having finished my shift and eaten (got up at 4am *shudder*), and we are headed on a collision course with that bad storm that has tornado warnings just south of Kansas City. We were going to go through KC tonight, but if it looks bad we'll just stop. We had hoped to unload, and maybe even reload, a day early but won't take any chances.
AJ says hi, and thank you very much regarding his posts. He was also tickled by the whole knight of the road thing. Since he is driving and can't read over my shoulder, I will say that he sometimes gets very cranky with the naughty little cars that cut him off, or pass him, get in front of him, then slam on their brakes, and other such tricks. But he is also very gentlemanly, and I have seen him go to considerable trouble to help others, even the drivers who have little vehicles.
I'm trying to finish getting the pix of a house we looked at finished to be posted. If we did get it, it would be more to have an outpost to find a more permanent location without having to fly in from CA every time we wanted to see something. And $7200 or less is hard to beat. Neaksis would have SO MUCH FUN helping me fix up the decorating, and also the little MIL cottage that would be included. Also, the empty lot behind it would be available for an additional $1200.
It is a goodly land, flowing with wheat and lentils.
I've been to Cody and to Yellowstone. Almost 6 years ago. My last whole week off from work - that was actually 2 weeks.
SS - thank you for always encouraging me.
This month, I'm feeling overwhelmed. I have so much to do but just no energy. When I have it, I spend it having fun. Just not getting things done. And it bothers me.
My chickadees are turning out ok. Apparently, tonight, they had an unfortunate evening with their ISTJ father. (Myers Briggs personality type.) My son even told me, "I can see now why you weren't happy married to him." I did inform him that I loved his dad and did everything I could but he said I wasn't punctual enough and I didn't keep the house neat enough. (So, son knows his dad is a doofus.)
I shall not rant farther. Nope, not me....not one bit farther. Further. More. Whatever.
Well then, Believer, I passed (or failed!) THAT test, since it did. I think a lot of my friends are closest sadists, since they keep sending me stuff to look at that makes me get all snivelly.
I see that everybody is finally down for the count, including my dad, who came out 5 times in the last 20 minutes, bringing me different clothes to see (as I sit here in the dark) if they need washing, and the last time to see if I approved of the pajamas he was wearing. I take it back. His lights are still on. I think I'll go put his lights out for him! I'm so tired, but apparently the only one... More on the health front later, since there is news. But not tonight.
Cinderalla--Neak says to tell you she'll probably be in your area today when it's possible to visit briefly, but she'll let you know later on when the time is more definite. I still haven't clicked on that feminine hygiene products aisle thread yet for fear of the dreaded price check.
I just raised the bar again, kid-wise. I bought Caleb a Baby Book for his birthday. Laura is getting one for her next birthday. All the kids were excited by it.
Betcha they have a bunch of empty pages in them, somewhat like a VERY whiny, anonymous someone we both know...and from whom I've been hearing a lot of contrasting lately regarding her baby book as compared to the others. SHE WAS BABY #4. IN SIX YEARS YEARS AND 2-1/2 MONTHS!!!!!!! What does she expect? This anonymous person, I mean?
Yes well I don't require any baby books myself thankyou ..... I've worked out its not the cabbage patch after all
Though Mikey was a bit of a surprise
However Mrs vdK could use the whole set
She could read up on it all while Mr vdK is otherwise engaged in other places. It may even encourage him to eat his 'cr*p food in this cr*p place' and be up and about sooner couldn't it?
It's not that I would suggest he's getting all sulky about the situation ... but well .....
I got a Mothers day card .... Worlds Greatest Mummy .. sniff with a little photo inside of Mikey .. stuck on with Strawberry jam. ......... a cheesecake and a gift certificate for a massage at the health centre from Mrs vdK & my son JJ .... and an email from JJ in Afghanistan saying amongst other things 'ya aint bad for an old cheese' ... I'll give him old cheese the cheeky bugger!!! I'll box his ears ... after I find a ladder to climb up and do that!!
JJ and my wonderful future DIL, I've adopted her so JJ is stuck .. so sad too bad ... had a little tiff over the email. Seems SOMEONE told a fib about deployment ... SOMEONE volunteered didn't they ...... Seems my men will POJA everything but Army careers !!!! Bloody men!!! ..... most visitors to the aisle excepted !
I keep saying 'Don't interfere ... Don't interfere ... Don't interfere' .... but even if he is my son he is in the wrong so there. If I was like my mum I'd interfere well I am HER daughter ....
P.S. Neaksis' kids are adopted. I thought about waiting an hour to post that addendum, but decided I didn't want her to have a stroke. (I'm nothing but considerate to my daughters. Plus, if she dies, I inherit her kids...)
Just left Neak and AJ. Picked them up about 6 p.m. Went to church for dinner, class, and kitchen cleanup (made them work!!). Then we went on a brief sight seeing expedition and drove by the Dairy Dip which was closed. So, we went to Target where I bought a round of Klondike bars. After that, I dropped them back off at the truck and brought my babies home to go to bed. We have to leave the house in 7 hrs.
Well, several interesting snippets while I wait for my natives to cease their restlessness so I can go to bed, too.
(1) The Dervish cracks me up when he prays. He has trouble with "th" and "r" sometimes, what wif hith lithp. He always starts out his prayer by saying, "Dear Heavenly Far."
(2) He has a new tradition, now in its 3rd night. After we recite the Bible verses we're memorizing (currently Lamentations 3:22,23; Ps. 90:1,2; Job 14:14,15; and Isa. 64:8) he has to read a Bible verse himself. So far, he's read Gen. 1:l, Ps. 23:1, and one other I can't remember at the moment. He's very proud that he can read out of the "real" Bible.
(3) I sure got a good rise out of Neaksis today, thanks to AW and SS, who must've been writing out their posts during the little interchange about baby books; because it only took a minute or so to include the short addendum about the kids being adopted and by then there were 2 longer posts between the one where I talked about the drug-addicted, promiscuous, alcoholic mother and the one where I clarified that it wasn't Neaksis. So when she saw my post, she thought that was all I said and called to say, "Mama, I really wish you wouldn't say that." And I, not yet knowing about the gap between the two posts, couldn't figure out why she was objecting to my saying they were adopted. So I encouraged her to read on, and could tell by the snort when she got to my "clarification."
(4) GP has gained 7# in the last month. Not vomiting all the time will do that!! He also is regularly engrossed in Neak's first book, although at a snail's pace since the print is fairly small, his eyesight isn't good, and he has to use a magnifying glass. Still, he's up to where Malchus is going to infiltrate Barabbas' band of thieves, so I'm very impressed that he's kept at it this well.
(5) I won't be going back to work before October 1st, as things stand, and if it's possible to work things out financially, I wouldn't go back then either. Certainly not if I had any choice in the matter. If I NEVER had to go back to work I wouldn't feel like I'd been cheated out of some valuable part of my nursing career. 39 years is enough for me.
(6) If that diddly-blasted Meier doesn't keep barking at things all night every night, I'm going to buy him a large cork.
It's very quiet. I think I'll toddle off to dreamland myself.
When Mikeys asleep ... the dog is quite ... Liz is reading silently so as not to think too much .... when its softly raining ... then its the time I miss my Aussie and my sons most. So far away in harms way.
So for my wonderful daughter and all of those who wait ....
Breaking News from a desert town Smoke and rubble on the ground The names we do not know right now And it cuts me like a knife
With a tearful goodbye kiss I sent him off to this But I've gotta stay strong for our kids I'm a soldier's wife
I run the house I sleep alone I live for e-mails And the phone calls home I tell my children he will be all right And I hope it's not a lie I'm a soldier's wife
We do the things we used to do Go to church, go to school But you could drive a truck right through The hole that's in our lives
My little boy shoots me a grin And says he wants to be like him And I feel my heart start caving in I'm a soldier's wife
Sometimes I'm angry Sometimes confused I live and die by The evening news But I tell my babies he will be all right And I hope it's not a lie I'm a soldier's wife
I pray for strength I pray for peace I pray that he comes home to me And if you would please pray for me I'm a soldier's wife.
You've got a hard road to hoe, AW, and a great deal of my admiration. Cinderella, Neak said she had a wonderful time at your house and will post soon. Right now she's working on the trucking accounts.
It was so good to see Rella and her growing younguns. We saw places we had never seen before, and got to wash dishes, too, which was lots of fun. I can see why she likes to clean the church kitchen each week.
Then AJ took me to a wonderful place today, and I will have a few pix later. It was super interesting, and gorgeous!
AW, you wrote that yourself, didn't you. It's good, and it made me cry, and I couldn't post. I haven't cried for a long time.
T&L, thanks. I know I shouldn't say this, but there is always so much between the lines. Do you do that on purpose?
Glad GP is improving. We worried. Still worry about T&L, but I won't admit it.
Yes, loved the commentary.
Neaksis, anyone who has followed this thread knew what your mom was talking about. You know she does it accidentally on purpose....... don't give her the satisfaction.
It almost makes me laugh to type this. I'd like to visit your family just to watch. Pat and Eddie would probably be boring in comparison.
Cinderella, the cat video was great. The twins and I laughed and laughed.
I'm so glad AJ and Neak got to visit you. Good for you.
Happy trails AJ, and Neak.
Hi CC. Read back through some of your old stuff today. Still thinking..........
M&L, the weather report says you are going to get a heat wave this weekend. Maybe it will all melt. My Peas are nearly all gone, it's getting too hot for them.
We had a beautiful day yesterday! It will be even warmer today and tomorrow.....oh it feels sooooo wonderful! It will probably start a bit of flooding though with all the snow still up in the mountains. I got a lot done while the weather was cool so I can go out and plant the garden (at least some of it) today. I planted some of the onions yesterday. Today I will plant the rest, along with the potatoes. The peas haven't come up yet. Soon, I'm sure, with this warm weather.
Well, it is a bittersweet time in my life. One you think about, sometimes hope for, dream about, dread....my youngest graduates high school next week! He is so incredibly busy and doesn't really want to be done with school now, since he won't see his friends anymore. I am busy getting ready for company and trying to keep up with his schedule...I don't dare think about it for long....might make me cry. Of course it's an exciting time...transition...scary...all that and more. Of course he won't be leaving until fall for college so it's not like much changes immediately. I'm sure that day will be hard though. I cried all the way home when I dropped my daughter off. Ahhh, the growing pains!
I finally hired a cleaning service to come help with house work and it is so wonderful! So much got done that wouldn't have if it was just me. They will come again on tuesday to freshen up before company comes. A luxury I have long threatened to have. It is hard to let someone see the dark dirty corners of your bathroom-even when you know they are here to clean them! No more! They are clean corners now! It is lots easier to do the upkeep when the cobwebs and mold are gone!
Rella, when you win the lottery, you can get us ALL a cleaning service.
MaL, congrats on your son. I still have a few years left, but they are shrinking awfully fast. They were just babies such a short time ago.
When you have a chance, please email me at you _ neak at yahoo dot com, thanks.
AW, I owe you and your lovely DD both letters, which I am far behind in. I really really liked your poem, you naughty girl for not telling us it was you but SS knew better didn't he???
Give that girl a hug from me, and also tell your future DIL that after a trick like that, anything she decides to do to him is fair game!!!
I don't think you should wait to win the lottery! Just do it! I know a lot of people who say they would give up a lot of things before they would give up their cleaning lady.
I want to have clean house. I don't want to clean it. We have always been so busy during the summer that the house was atrocious. I have needed help for a long time and just couldn't bring myself to get it. After all, a woman should be able to keep her own house clean right? (An example of my flawed thinking). This year is different..we won't be very busy...but in a normal summer I answered the phone, scheduled everything, all the books, EVERYTHING, and the summer before last, I fed the whole crew (8 of us)lunch and dinner every work day!! And still I didn't feel justified in getting help. Oh, and BIL was going through his divorce at the time so he was here till the wee hours, including weekends.
This year I have more time but I am going to enjoy it by working in the yard, not cleaning house. This is a bit about my sanity. Not the lottery. Just do it!!! You will love it!
SS & Neak and all I would have loved to have written that one... but sadly no it is a song which was written I understand for soldiers wives organisations in the US.
here if we don't show a stiff upper lip and carry on its thought to be treasonous well...... by some .... usually Gov accountants.
I heard it at our wives meeting and of course we all teared up a wee bit. But then Mrs vdK brought out her whipped cream cheese cakes with grated swiss chocy on top ........ and all of that suddenly went away!! Happy again !!!! With strong black coffee and then a big mug of hot choc .... yum
And we FINALLY got Haley to attend at long last. Being alone and isolated is not good for you and can lead to activities not conducive to a good M or relationship. And she had great fun. Did you know she can Tango really well? No wonder my son has such a big smile on his face.. she spoils him rotten. But no worries Liz and I are working on her!
On Sat we ended up having a long wine night back home with some of the girls who didn't want to drink having all the kids so the mums could play at our house. Watched some DVD's .. First wives club and the rest are a bit foggy I'm afraid... except for Dr Zhivago which I couldn't watch...love the music but the story line .. uck ... a few of us hung out in the other room and talked and joked and made lots of noise while the younger crowd cried over Zara etc .... lots of us slept in to about 11.00am today. Then I spent most of the day with mum who goes into hospital tomorrow for her op on the nether regions .... its not my fault I tell you ... she could have decided to have a Caesar
Dads results are probably due in this week as well ..... Are we having fun yet? I keep asking myself. :eek:
Mikey is being a bit of a handful right now as well ... joys of motherhood .... so everyone says who no longer have small kids any more!! He playing with toy soldiers SOMEONE bought him and when I'm not looking runs into the room with the sat TV and pushes buttons until he finds something like combat or similar .. I have to work out how to lock the darn thing so if I forget to put the handset out of reach no bang bang shows. Talk about genes!!!
well washing machine done now so off to bed for this maid ... I mean mum
Well, sorry as I am that you have some tough emotional times, AW, I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one. This morning, at church, the sermon was on "Who Will Love Me?" and I nearly cried. Seems so long since anyone has loved me...besides my mom and children.
Maybe love is not the word I mean. Maybe it's 'been there to meet any of my emotional needs' and right now no body is doing that. NO body.
I have thought a lot about what you wrote about not 'being loved' ... I feel though that maybe you have it right when you mean who will meet those emotional needs ... perhaps the needs provided by a partner.
I do think you are loved a lot by many ... (includes us here of course!!) ... your kids who obviously adore you ... other family and friends ..... but yes it's different from the love given by a partner.
Yes Rella it IS hard some days, not terrible or sad as much as just missing that other part of sharing. Like a wonderful sunset and I want to turn around to Aussie and say look at that ... but he's not there.. and yes I can share it with my daughter and son and parents and other family .. but it's not the same ... you know?
Rella I know that you are aware you must also be prepared to find the person who can love you that way ... perhaps you have??? ...is it just that it's not a every day arrangement ???
Sometimes its very lonely ... even with many around isn't it?
But I guess we just keep on keeping on!! Patience and prayer and hope .... I don't think we are alone in that dear Rella.... perhaps though we understand what we would like though?
I think not getting any backup at home -- x left in july 1995. It's been a long time. Sometimes, being the only adult wears you down.
Nothing I do makes boss happy. And, due to budget reasons, employer is offering a buyout to employees to reduce employees by 2000. If fewer than 2000 take the buyout, there may be lay offs. That is not good.
And, I have trouble getting my teenagers to do what I need for them to do so I develop resentments which lead to a whole circle of anger and frustration.
Cinderella, I'm not ignoring you...I have thought about you being overwhelmed alot. I have been busy with company so I haven't been on all day.
To all.....
My baby boy has graduated high school. It's gone by so quickly. Sort of surreal right now. After it was all over and we were trying to get pictures, he just couldn't quit crying. He doesn't want it to be over. *sigh*. Me either. Now off to college in the fall. Yikes.
Off to bed.....it's after 11 here....I'm tired. Life is good.
it's really a big change for them too so it's no surprise that they are a bit excited and a bit fearful or doubtful about it all. Here in Aust its not so bad as they are in a local school until about 17/18 and then right into a uni or adult college system. They usually don't have to travel away if you live in a city. My oldest son though choose to go to the Military Acad 3000km away so that was pretty hard for me. Following his Dad ... sad and proud about that. My darling daughter is in Med school at Uni & teaching hospital and is nearly a full fledged doc... lives at home with us & just married her wonderful young man whom I adore. He's a commando. Our men are all deployed right now. We hate phone calls ... late night visitors and the news.... for obvious reasons.
But you watch them go ML and you smile and cheer and never cry in front of them ... well try not to its their 'great' adventure of life beginning... sometimes I wonder if in this complicated world if we ask too much of them very suddenly ...one moment depending on mum and dad etc for most everything and then 'bang' start living on their own in a strange place. *** sigh *** just not fair they grow up so fast ... I still remember clear as a bell his first day at school where I cried like a baby after he ran off into his first class room.
But at least I have my little bloke Mikey still!! Starts school in about 2 years ....... I wonder how I could stop that ????
"And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon" .... sigh ... just not fair ....
Took son to school Friday morning. Then took daughter to her school to get a form at the office, another document from another teacher, complete a form for another teacher, and pick up a French horn to use over the summer. Then, I picked my son up, took my daughter to take the test for her driving permit (no license till she has driven w/ a qualified driver for 50 or more hours), then we went home. That afternoon, they went to their dad's for the weekend. That night, the diplomat and I went to see the same movie (Indiana Jones) at the same theatre as the children but the were with their friends at a different showing.
Saturday, son graduated from middle schol. The diplomat and I went where we had the distinct un-pleasure of being around my x but that went fairly well - the two men had never met. Afterwards, the diplomat and I had a nice day. We did a few thing around my house that needed to be done. We had dinner at the grocery store where they cooked his scallops and my salmon before our eyes. We went to see another movie (Baby Mama).
Sunday, son was dropped off to go to church w/ me. Daughter went w/ her dad. Son got picked up. Diplomat and I fid a few more things and grilled some chicken for dinner.
Today, we did a few more things around the house and he left. Bummer.
Tomorrow evening, the children will be home. Daughter leaves for 3 weeks in Germany on Thursday. I hope she has everything she needs because she has left me precious little time to help her get packed and buy whatever she needs that she doesn't have. Silly 17 year olds. Think you can do everything miraculously.
I don't know how to make a link to a webpage on this new site, so you'll have to highlight it and put it into the address thingie. (Hope I'm not being too TECHNICAL for anybody!) It's a tribute to soldiers, and since I'm weepy today anyway it struck me as just perfect!
Cinderella, what did you do last week to cheer your self up? You sound better now.
SS
The Diplomat of the Far Kingdom was on a diplomatic mission to my kingdom last weekend. We attended my son's 8th grade graduation, went to the movies twice, went to the grocery store where they cooked him some scallops and me some salmon. We did some repair stuff around the house and did some cleaning out in my basement.
Then, he left last night.
Well, it was fun while it lasted. We shall have another another round of diplomatic talks eventually.
I don't know how to make a link to a webpage on this new site, so you'll have to highlight it and put it into the address thingie. (Hope I'm not being too TECHNICAL for anybody!) It's a tribute to soldiers, and since I'm weepy today anyway it struck me as just perfect!
That was funny and truer than you think. I live in the South...It's UNBELIEVABLE what people say..I'm cracking up alot and folks don't even know that they are being FUNNY...
I've tried ZUMA..don't like as well as the BUGS...
Unfortunately I am not off having a good time, but I AM THINKING about it.
I had planned on taking a couple of weeks holidays by myself somewhere where there is snow, but then one day DDs came back from an outing with WH saying that he said we could sell the house with the intention of buying two places: one for them and one for me!
That has been my desire for a long time, but it's not easy. To start with this is a "weird" house because it's like two in one, and the housing market is never easy. It also means having to show it, keeping things neat etc.
So I postponed the holidays which I had never really got around to planning, but now I'm thinking again about going because the sale may take a while.
Work is rotten, boring, but one never knows what might happen...So everyday I go with an open mind and hope that something fun may come up. I have just moved into another office which I share with a very nice guy and we´re getting to know each other. He's divorced and has a GF and is younger than me, but at least we talk!
The 89 yr old friend I have has fallen and broken her hip, been operated on and is still in hospital. the main problem is that she cannot go back to where she lived because there are stairs, so we are trying, on the one hand to convince her that she can't and on the other find a place for her to stay. Her children live abroad and her DIL and grandchildren who live here don't want to make a decision. Luckily her daughters will be coming down in a couple of weeks and will decide what is to be done. In the meantime I have to visit and take books and stuff to entertain her. She's already read the monk's book which she enjoyed very much.
As for TB, I'm stuck on TB2, level 12, the last screen! I haven't figured out what strategy to use yet, even though I get there every time now. But im not anxious, because once I do get it, I won't have any more TB to play!
I cleaned up my personal library, mostly True Crime, biographies and a few novels, so I'm off to get rid of books this morning.
Mimi, listen to the monk a while: www.bswa.org. He's the guy you see on the video that is now on their homepage: Ajahn Brahmavanso AKA Ajahn Brahm. The others are not so funny. He's very good for TB!
yes, the house, finding two new places, moving etc will be a hassle and hard but the relief afterwards will be worth it. At least it will be some kind of closure. I will be independant, although probably not so well off financially.
Well, I haven't found a way to play TB yet but I've been playing Noah's Ark on yahoo games today. Twice it has frozen on me. Currently, my score is 1,919,824 and I am a super beastmaster. don't know what happened to my game.
I am weeks behind now in my emails, and farther than that in my posting. (Except the thread AJ started - I did post on that.)
We are well, and only half-way to nervous breakdowns. The business stuff has plenty of loose ends to tie up, but hey I guess they'll get done one at a time.
Well I see I'm past lunchylunchy time so I'll have to come back on later.
Well, I haven't found a way to play TB yet but I've been playing Noah's Ark on yahoo games today. Twice it has frozen on me. Currently, my score is 1,919,824 and I am a super beastmaster. don't know what happened to my game.
The boys are all up on the roof. I even let the Dervish up for a minute, just to see what it was like. :eek:
This is one area where Men and Women are different FOR SURE.
When OS was two or three, I had to get on the roof to fix the cooler. I took OS up with me, and he stood and watched me work. W came looking for OS, and poked her head up the ladder.
She came unglued when she saw him on the roof. Predicted dire things might happen. I said "The worst that could happen is he could fall off and get killed."
In retrospect, probably not the best thing I could have said.
The only things damaged in this story were my ears. I'm sure I'll recover any decade now. (OS turns 31 this Dec.)
Nope! The worst thing that could happen is that he lives for years in a helpless condition.
Somewhere I heard that almost half of all falls from over 10 feet are fatal. Now, I don't know any more about that statistic than what I just told you so I am not discussing it. Just putting it out there.
good to see the the travelling Aj & Neak show back home for a rest! Hope all is going well with the biz.
SS that brought back some funny memories of kids on the roof. Back years ago when JJ was 2to 3ish .... now nearly 22 YIKES!!... and Mrs vdK not much older but WAYYYYYYYYY less into giving Mummy grey hair... I went up onto the roof to look for some cracked tiles I wanted to repair as Aussie was off doing those soldiering thingies.
Well I checked the yard and there was my sweet little girl playing happily with her dolls and JJ watching with a big smile ... now THAT should have warned me shouldn't it .... but anyway I went to work.
Some time later I sit up & stretch my back and two little arms go around my neck and I hear this pleased little voice say 'Mummy!!!" ... talk about having a heart attack ... then a panic attack as I wondered how in Gods name was I going to get him down a 18ft ladder. :eek: :eek: :eek: As it was I backed down the ladder and he blithly followed easy as could be as I freaked out at every step down... half in my lap the whole way. You wonder why SS that us Mums are prematurely grey huh???????
Rella I was told that at First Aid as well ... apparently it's because most receive head injuries so I guess it makes sense .... now please stop talking about it .. I still have Mikey to get through you know!!! LOL
Now days someones tells JJ to go charge a trench or something and its an 'adventure' ... or he gets 'sort of' wounded 'but not really' .... and my hair goes greyer .. is that a new word and do I get points off my age for it??? or am I just tired ????
My mom was 31 when I was born and 34 when my sister was born. She used to say that her hair would start turning gray when we started to drive. She was right.
As for me, neither of my children drive yet. I have a little gray but not very much - surprises people when they hear how old I am and that I don't color my hair.
I think we are just tired. I've been raising my babies as a single mom since they were 4 and 2. They are now 17 and 15.
The Dervish has become a roof junkie, hee hee, always wanting to go back up.
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When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always want to be. Leonardo DaVinci
I'm really in for it.
Poor AJ saw the XOW Wednesday night. The Princess had her school program, after which AJ ducked over to Lowe's for a couple of items, keeping close watch behind him. Well as he pulled out of Lowe's, who should also be turning out of the Safeway parking lot at the same time, but....yep. He ducked real low and hoped she didn't recognize him. Fortunately he was not in our car, so she probably didn't, and boy was he ever glad!
I've gotta retype my marriage seminar synopsis for the pastor, who seems to have lost the last one, and I would like to hurry and get the obligatory church board vote out of the way so I can proceed. I want to hold the first seminar before I'm old and gray. Old, anyway.
I don't get the usual perfumery anymore for birthdays etc etc ... you know Opium and the like ... besides having 10 years supply put away ..... now I just get "Restore' for women dark brown" ... bulk lots ....
And I was a blonde until I had my first baby ....... I'm sure there is a tie up there somewhere ....
Mum says she only got grey ..... after 'I' got married.
And I was a blonde until I had my first baby ....... I'm sure there is a tie up there somewhere ....
Yeah, me, too. What's up w/ that? In my mind's eye, I'm still blonde. Be that doesn't work with what I see in the mirror. Bummer!!!! The only consolation is that, years down the road that dark brown will probably gray better than the blonde which will look faded and not as great. But, I still wish (most of the time) that my hair hadn't done that.
Mum says she only got grey ..... after 'I' got married.
I don't see the connection at all.
Yes dear I know you don't.
It's rather quite a endearing trait, really
T&L how are you going?
I am finding it quite a bother to have my old bones falling apart around me, I have to say it is just not much fun at all. Hernia here, hernia there - I'm positive it due to childbirth and mothering. Sew this up, tuck that in, let that hang out, truly not a figure of aging gracefully.
Young Cinders NOW is the time to start doing those things you always thought you'd like to try but the dear ankle biters did not permit you too. I found it hard to find or remember what those 'things' were, but I did and enjoy every moment of those 'things' now.
The Aussie clam is doing angry, frustration and a touch of bitterness due to his illness. All very understandable. The prognosis is due to be delivered Tuesday when all the test results are in. My grand daughter has been very much a pillar of strength to her grand dad discussing and talking about outcomes. Very much like her father who can departmentalize a million facts and issues from each other without seeming to be phased over any of it. At least the waiting is almost over and we will know the good, bad, whatever it is.
So, my employer will pay for me to take one course a semester at the state-owned college of my choice. What shall it be? Something that would help me at work - business/public admin, industrial/organizational psychology, something like that? Something that would help me at home - cooking? Something to embrace my artist nature?
Now, if I got a Master's degree, it would take me 3 years at the rate of 1 course/semester.
On many of those other things, time w/ my children and money not in my pocket are major obstacles.
Cinders, if money wasn't an obstacle, what would you WANT to study? Since you don't have to worry about paying for the courses, your only consideration would be time and desire, right?
Yeah, 3 years is a long time to get your Master's, but maybe later you can speed up the coursework, and at least you'll have part of the coursework free. It's up to you; would a Master's degree improve your career or earning potential, or give you personal satisfaction?
Just do whatever you WANT to do! You've EARNED the right to have something that you WANT!
Now, for stories about little boys on the roof:
Shortly after we moved into our new house, our son was 4 years old.
He had a Superman cape left over from the Superman costume that I made him for his 3rd birthday.
After we moved into the house, my H decided that we needed those wind turbines on the roof to ventilate the attic.
Unbeknownst to me, he neglected to put the ladder away.
One day, I heard quite a lot of thumping on the roof. I looked outside to see the 2 neighbor boys (ages 6 and 8) looking up and shouting something. I went out the back door and looked up to see my precious 4yo son standing at the edge of the roof, in all the splendor of his homemade Superman cape, with his little arms extended...and the neighbor boys shouting, "Fly, LittleClueless, Fly!" :eek: :eek:
Being a good Southern mama, I immediately shrieked, "You jump off that roof, and I'm gonna wear your butt out!" I then turned around and hissed at the neighbor boys, "And, when I'm finished with him, I'm gonna get a switch and wear both of y'all out while I'm walking you back to tell your mama what y'all did!" Well, they took off running...and I did call their mama, and they were grounded for the next two weeks.
Oh, and like a good lil' Southern 4yo boy, LittleClueless climbed right back down the ladder and spent the rest of the afternoon in his room, pondering stuff like thinking before you leap.
Oh...and when I asked him why he thought he could fly off the roof when he had once jumped off the couch in his cape and said, "Aw, shoot! It don't work!"...it turned out that the neighbor boys thought maybe jumping off the couch didn't work becaue the couch wasn't high enough from the ground. So, they suggested the roof. :eek:
I would take cooking classes or art courses. The community college down the street from my house has a culinary program. I could actually learn how to saute and frappe. Or, I could take digital photography. Or go back to a darkroom. Or learn how to screen print or do etchings. Or, I could get a Master's in something that might make me a more respected person at work.
I just hate giving up the time w/ my children because I want to go back to hooping classes.
I just hate giving up the time w/ my children because I want to go back to hooping classes.
Art classes - tuition can be 1/3 of the cost. Sometimes you do have textbooks but you ALWAYS have supplies. Art supplies will tank your budget.
My children might like the cooking classes. They could eat some of the homework.
If I got a Master's in I/O psych, I'd have to drive 40 miles for classes.
The reason I haven't done it sooner - can't decide what to do.
To everyone who's hair is turning gray, or falling out........ You'll get it all back in the correct color in the resurrection.
T&L's foot will be fine then also.
Glad no one fell off the roof. I keep waiting for the story of what they were doing on the roof.
What were they doing anyway?
Roof party? (Like GARDEN party, only on the roof.)
Everyone went up on the roof to see if the Indians were comming? (My father used to hint to us kids that it was time to leave him alone by saying "why don't you get up on the roof and see if the Indians are coming.") Does that mean he watched too many westerns?
Doing a rain dance?
Fixing the cooler?
Filling jars for an experiment? Oh, no, that would be the attic, not the roof.
It looks like AJ changed identity's recently. How does that work exactly? I have read about it in SFi books, but never seen it done in real life.
Hi Neaksis. How's the garden?
Hi T&L. I hope the glass is half full (or more) at your house.
Hey, we are an ADD family. When unmedicated, we are the living embodiment of dysfunctional. But, we have more fun together. You have never heard the likes of laughing at bad jokes.
Just hanging out w/ them fills me w/ joy. Sometimes they go to their rooms and hide but they know I'm home w/ them. Since my daughter was 6 or 7, if I offered her a day of undivided attention, what she wanted to do was sit on the couch and read or watch movies w/ me. My son......yeah, we do a lot of the same stuff. We enjoy making meals together. And you have never seen peeps laugh so much at a game of Apples To Apples - especially when we make the dog play as the fourth person.
Yes, AJ was having an identity crisis that day, and "he" didn't even realize it till just now.
Mom could tell a story along the lines of 'fly Littleclueless, fly', only a little less dangerous, fortunately.
They were on the roof to install Grandpa's new satellite dish, which gets 3ABN (3 Angels Broadcasting Network). Great programming 24/7, instead of the garbage he has been trying to watch on the regular satellite. Even after I edited his channels, it seemed he would always find SOMETHING bad, and we all felt guilty, since he's not really cognizant any more to be responsible for making good viewing decisions. The real GP would be horrified at what he was feeding his mind.
So AJ fixed it for him. Now he has TV channels, and also a couple of really good radio channels on the TV, as well. He is happy, we are happy.
And every day the Dervish wants to go up on the roof and wash the skylight windows.
Time to get ready for the teacher meeting, last one of the year, at which all 3 of our boys will pass their grades, thanks to Mom. Someday they will even be grateful.
I'm still here, I just haven't posted much. I am on all day everyday and follow a few of my favorite threads.
It seems like an eternity since I planted my garden and stuff is just barely up. It has been so cold and rainy all spring that nothing is growing. I have two quackies (aspens) in the yard that haven't even got their leaves yet!! How is everyone elses gardens doing? Are you having good weather or is it cold also?
We had so much rain over memorial weekend that we didn't do anything outside. I had a house full of company (for graduation) and we were all stuck inside.
Other son (that was in car wreck) is recovering well and about ready to go back to work. He has been working some to fill his time but is ready to go back to his full time job. He hasn't had back pain or any problems for a long time. Insurance is all settled up I think and he is ready to go get a new car again. And the best news, he has 40+ days clean and sober.
So, all is well here. We just finished a really fun job for our business with myself, my two sons and my H. It was great.
And the best news, he has 40+ days clean and sober.
Amazing how that works, isn't it, when you get an attentive listener willing to learn from a bad experience. Finest kin'keed, as we Hawaiians might say. Gooh foh heem,he gonna learn someting so bumbye he not be big pupule-head any more, but one smaht fella! s
Hi all... good to see everyone around and catch up with M&L and Mimi as well.
I wish MY men would learn like yours M&L ... different issues yet worries us women folk
Neakie-poo ...****SNORT****
Aussie stumbled out of a pub right into the arms of Father Logan. "Inebriated again!" declared the priest.
"Shame on you! When are you going to straighten out your life? When are you going to spend time with your wife and family?"
"Father," asked Aussie "What causes arthritis?"
"I'll tell you what causes it!" Says Father Logan "Drinking Irish whiskey, gambling and carousing around with loose women in pubs when you should be home................................... How long have you had arthritis?"
"I don't," slurred Auusie. "The Arch Bishop has it, he just bought me a wee drink or two!"
The boys/men around my house are about to drive me crazy! And so is my daughters live-in boyfriend!!
The one that has just graduated has taken to swearing and just looking at me like "whatever..!" Thinks he is real funny. He has a very sarcastic sense of humor anyway and he knows it just pisses me off. He has been in rare form before and since graduation. Time for a job me thinks.
21 yr old/car wreck/sober one....holy cow. He wants so badly to "hang out" with his friends but they are the ones he drank with. He has had 2 close calls over the last 2 weeks and it has made my hair grayer and my nerves raw! He is going to go back to his oilfield job which is a horrible environment for the drinking and drugs. He has a few plans as to how to avoid it, but he is such a gullible one. He has been going to meetings (AA) but will miss a lot of them while he is out of town for work. Not sure how that will work....please say a prayer for him!!
Daughters boyfriend/fiance? likes all the finer things (boy toys) but turns down jobs that pay more than he is making because they are not what he went to school for (they are in the same field, just not exactly what he wants-roll eyes here). Mind you, he missed graduating college for the second year in a row so he doesn't have this degree for the job he is saving himself for....I want DD to just come home to mommy....sigh....I'm afraid she is doomed to a life of she works/stresses about the money while he does whatever....I told her it won't magically get better than this.....I know. She is walking in my shoes almost exactly!!
Boy am I whiny or what? IT IS SNOWING HERE TODAY! Craziness. The sun is supposed to shine friday and it will last awhile they say!! Just get through today and one more...ahhhhhhh. Gonna get the housework caught up so I can be outside when the sun does come!!
Mimi... I have looked forward to an empty nest for a long time, and now that it is fast approaching, I am scared.
DS18 will go to college in the fall, DD22 is gone, but what about my DS21? I don't know about him leaving home. I get so scared for him. I don't want him to go until he has his bearings about him. I am that he would grow up some if he did move out, unless he started to drink and then.....that's what scares me. I want him to get better footing before he leaves. I'm a little concerned that he will just bolt when DS18 goes to college, just so he is not the last one living at home.
And, if H goes back to his winter job out of town I will be here all alone at times. The days get very long when no one comes and goes. I'm not as sure as I was about this empty nest thing!
But you know what? You can brag about it if you want to!! Maybe I will catch on and look forward to it!
I LOVE THE EMPTY NEST but I've always liked being by myself..I'm truly an introvert..I like SOLITUDE..calm and peace and quiet...
When my kids were LITTLE, I "tried" to hide out from them sometimes. They were soo LOUD and NOISY..as is normal...but I'm QUIET and soft-spoken. How in the world did I end up with such REAL BOYS!!!
However, I truly understand your worry and concern especially regarding your 21 year old...
My boys STAY on my MIND.. DAILY.... even though they are not here...and they've both had their MAJOR TRIALS and ISSUES...
I'm always more at ease when I know they are both at home and, as I said before, even though they aren't here they still sorta CHECK IN with me 'cause they know I'm such a "WORRY WART"...
I'll share though that I've learned with mine that they feel that I lack confidence in them if I give the impression of thinking that they can't take care of themselves. A part of it is them wanting to be RESPECTED as MEN and not "BOYS". So now I've learned to LISTEN and to BE THERE and they talk and open up to me a lot more...
LA, are you listening?..
They share that WE don't need TO WORRY because WE did a great job bringing them up....they have the tools and strategie they need...
I recently told my YS that he is sooo "adorable". He said to me in his kind, "adorable" way : "I learned to be this way from "you". Isn't that soo sweet? (Violins playing..)
I just wish my son and son in law and DH were home safe and sound instead of trying to do brave foolish things.
But no chance of empty nest here for a long while. Son and Fiancee spend a lot of time with us ...... DD & SIL live with us for now and of course Mikey is only approaching 3 yrs old so I have a long way to go ......... but how time flys though!!!
I remember as if it was yesterday my oldest son anxious to run off on his first day at school and me boohooing and blubbering ... he was happy as larry.
Mimi.... I enjoy being by myself too. But at this stage of the game it never lasts long as there is always someone coming home for dinner, leaving for this activity or the other. The usual ruckus of having kids around...they bring more kids, we make more dinner, watch movies etc. Even though I crave quiet time, I'm afraid of too much of it.
AW.... I wish your men were home too! I remember the kids going off to school too...those were the days! It was hard at first and then turned to wonderful having all that free time! Still the hustle and bustle of kids coming and going, but it was great to have some quiet time. And now empty nest....you won't have to worry about that too soon. You have plenty of people around still....and a 3 year old! How fun! You're a busy mum!
I remind myself of that when my teen agers are driving me crazy. When they were elementary school aged driving me crazy. When they were preschoolers driving me crazy.
Wish I hadn't struggled so hard emotionally and financially all those years. We would have had more exciting adventures. But, we are happy. You can buy them vacations, you can buy that sort of stuff.....but you can't buy afternoons in a pillow and blanket 'birdnest' on the den floor watching movies.
Yes all those day to day little things we did with our kids or watched them do ... even in front of the TV or a BBQ or camping or fishing .... for our kids they are the 'good ol days' and they will remember them all their lives .. hopefully with love and want to pass those on to their own kids.
Even now my DD will drop everything to go fishing with dad ... of course it helps that her hubby & her dad are almost like peas in a pod ... who'd a thought ... lol
And you know Rella... all those years when things were tight and we had to live in MOD housing .... we truly had great fun and joy ... do I wish I could have bought them better clothes and toys and the latest gadget ??? yep .... but we made do and they are all good kids so I guess we did something right. ... even if there were times I could have happily strangled them .. lol ... actually I've had a moment ot two lately now that I mention it when I could have done that ... soon as I knew they were ok.
Busy ML????????? either he's getting faster or I'm aging too quickly ........ you don't REALLY have to ans that one lol
We have 2 little boys that we adore. They are like grandkids that we are NOT related to. We babysat the now 5 yr old when he was a baby and after his family moved away I didn't think we'd see him much anymore. Well, he was able to come stay with us alot and rarely 2 months go by that we don't see him. He got a baby brother 18 months ago and the first time he came and stayed over night he was 3 months old.
These 2 were part of our graduation/memorial day gathering and boy did we feel old when it was over! There were 8-14 adults to these 2 little ones and we were all exhausted when it was over! The 5 year old was great...that 18 month old gave us all a run for our money! And yes, age played a huge part in that for me!! I don't think that is the problem for you though!!
I've decided that I'm not MATERNAL..I didn't get that gene..
My grandmother only had one child..my father..and said that she would have prevented that pregnancy but my grandfather forgot the condom that weekend when he was visiting where she taught school out of town..that was back in the 1930s...
I'm sooo like her...
You see, I'm not even wishing for grandchildren...
I really ADMIRE you guys, I think, to a point...
I'm still LOVING the PEACE, QUIET and SOLITUDE..it's OK with me for it to continue...until the end...
Of course, I will LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my grandchildren..which I will probably have... to VISIT and then, GO HOME...
I might even prefer to go visit with them...I LOVE a CLEAN, NEAT HOUSE...
OK, there might be something WRONG with me...I admit it..BUT, I AM ME...
still LOVING the PEACE, QUIET and SOLITUDE ...I LOVE a CLEAN, NEAT HOUSE...
Um ....... ????????? What is that??????? I just sat on %$#@%&^$%^^^&& stupid pile of metal toy cars .... OUCH !!! LOL
Sorry ..... Those naughty words just popped out ... at least the little terror is asleep so he wont run around repeating them ... when we are out in ther middle of the shopping centre
mimi maybe it does run in families ..... we have big families but in general were spread out across the country. Its only in the last few years we've moved back here so as the baby of the family I get mothered ...... a whole lot ... from everyone :eek: :eek: :eek:
and I am SURE you will adore your grand kids .....strange my mum says its wonderful to have her grannies over .. and to send them safely home!! lol ... full of red cordial
Neak, thanks for sharing the roof story. It's fun to hear what people are doing.
AW, you sound pretty good considering. You do sound maternal, and I have the feeling your family is in good hands.
T&L, you don't sound maternal, because you aren't posting enough to sound that way. You are maternal though, and that's a compliment in this case.
M&L, Shortly after my youngest sister went away to college, I asked my dad how it was with just he, and my mother at home. He looked around me in both directions to make sure no one else was close enough to hear him, and then he said "It's great, but don't tell anyone I said that." I know you are maternal, and there will always be strong ties between you, and your children. You'll always wonder how they are, where they are, and what they are doing.
My father told me (more recently) "I worry about you now, I'll worry about you until I die, and after I die, I'll still worry about you. I suspect you probably feel much the same about your children. I bet Mimi does too, and then she says she is not Maternal.
Being a mother means lots of different things. IN parenting, we are better at some things than others. I suppose it's the same as in other areas of our lives. Some people are good at music, some at painting, some at hoeing weeds in the garden. We should make the most of the talents we do have, and work on our weaknesses so we are more well rounded. The fact will remain that we are better at some things than others.
I started out this part talking to F&L, but I see I am kind of musing about life. I hope you don't mind.
I have given CC's situation a great deal of thought. She seems to be centered, and doing well. I would guess though, that she has lonely days, and days when she wonders if she will ever feel whole again. I have not walked in her shoes, and I know I can't understand completely. I do understand in part, and I do pray for her often. I pray for all of you often. CC, You need to trust God, and be patient. Oh, don't quit trying, or think you can sit and do nothing, but trust him,and have faith that he has as much happiness waiting for you, as he does for anyone else.
God leaves us to learn a lot of things. I think he works behind the scenes more than we realize. Sometimes his work is highly visible, but often he works quietly, in the background and accomplishes just as much or more. Sometimes it takes faith to see his threads in the tapestry, but they are always there.
I hope today is a good day for all of you. That can be because events favor you, or it can be because you make it so, but I hope at the end of the day, all of you are happy.
she has lonely days, and days when she wonders if she will ever feel whole again
Actually I never feel lonely, I love being alone. It has always been something necessary for me. And I am never bored either. But yes, I do wonder if I will ever feel whole again.
I'm sure that if it hadn't been for you guys on MB I would nver have made it this far so well, and with optimism that theings will get better. You are really lifesavers!
I had never been patient before so I'm really astounded at how patient I have become! And not only with WH, but with everything!
Everytime I think of how long Abraham had to wait, I know I can wait a little longer! I trust.
BTW, WH just answered that we will meet on monday at 3 pm at home! I just answered "fine"
Oh, I am a maternal, stick in the mud, kid person. And I've been that way my whole life. When I was a teen, while everyone else was partying, I was babysitting.
My life has been blessed with lots of children - mine, ex's, neighbors', and I have to say they are the joy of my life.
All my own and ex's are gone, but I have little ones in my home everyday. Every kid on the block comes to my home.
It's not that I am such a good mother-figure, but I do have good food.
I'm looking forward to retirement, so I have children around all day.
Mimi that's sounds just so scary ... I thought that was my mum talking lol
Just have to share this song with you .... my DD sung this for the troops and especially her new husband of 10 days ... then he was gone to the war ....and its beautiful and we both feel like this right this moment ....
This old house is falling down around my ears I am drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway And I need you at the dimming of the day
You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide You know just where I keep my better side
What days have come to keep us far apart A broken promise or a broken heart Now all the bonnie birds have wheeled away And I need you at the dimming of the day
Come the night you're only what I want Come the night you could be my confidant
I see you on the street marching in your company Why don't you come and ease your mind with me I am living for the night we steal away And I need you at the dimming of the day Yes I need you at the dimming of the day
My son and I just got back from a TV taping for a show to be broadcast this fall. It's about country music song writers. The guests were some new guy (Jonathan Singleton)of whom I've never heard, Kris Kristopherson (I had not idea he wrote 'Me and my Bobby McGee'), Patty Griffin, and Jeff Owen (of the group 'Alabama'). It was at the Grand Masonic Lodge.
I was bound and determined to go whether he went or not. I have known for years that the public normally doesn't get to go in that building.
It was really good. And I don't really care for country music.
I am so far behind, keeping up with the reading in short bursts, but no time to post.
Before I forget, on the way to VBS tonight, Mr. C was being aggravated by his little brother and sister. "Mom," he asked, "would you please turn on some loud mucous?.....um, I mean MUSIC."
Yesterday AJ packed up a good share of his worldly possessions and moved to Montana, to get a place ready for us to live. That, or find out that he can't stand it after all. (His parents are threatening to move if he comes out there, but I can't count on them keeping their promise.)
We had hoped to do something around the end of the year, but the nice elderly gentleman that my BIL works for broke his femur a couple months ago. He has been driving tractors some of the time since, being desperate to get his planting done, but the doc said absolutely no more. And with AJ without a job and so far both of us almost entirely unpaid for all our work driving (oh that's right, I have been too busy to post about that, too) we were also in a less than ideal situation.
So he is going to work very hard, and spend his spare time fixing what needs to be done to the house, and the children all on their own came to realize the similarities to John 14:1-3. They understand better than ever before what it means to them, personally, to have Jesus go away to prepare a place. "Mom, now I know how the disciples felt. They were so sad to see him go away, but they knew he was making a nice place for them."
The Princess has already saved $1.75 toward a trip to go see him.
Spiritually, we are having a very exciting time. AJ has become so excited about learning about how to take care of his body, and why he needs to even bother doing so, (it is the temple of the Holy Spirit). He has broken his addiction to caffeine for the first time in several years, except for October of last year when he was home sick. The first week stimulant-free was rough, but by combining that with drinking lots of water and eating simple wholesome foods, (plus a couple of B-12 shots from Mom to ease the way), he is feeling the best he has felt since he was a whippersnapper. Maybe he will be able to come on and share at some point; his internet access will be limited, but I'm sure my nice BIL will let him use his once in a while.
Early this morning, going through West Yellowstone, he saw a momma wolverine walking down the middle of the road with several tiny babies. They went off to the side, then every time they heard a car they would all stand on their hind legs and listen carefully.
Then somewhere in the mountains, he got all excited about seeing a pair of bald eagles. They were flying in a large group of other birds, which as he got closer he found to be.....also bald eagles. All circling and swooping and diving. He sounded as happy as the day I took the 3yo Dervish to the Hershey factory, and he had fallen asleep on the way so I had to carry him, then he woke up on the catwalk up above the factory with chocolate spreading in every direction as far as the eye could see.
I tried to get him to stop at Pompey's Pillar, which is located spitting distance off the highway, and he was in urgent need of a rest stop anyway, but he insisted on waiting till we could come too.
What are we waiting for? The kids' therapy till the therapist goes on maternity leave, summer camp for the 2 older ones, about 2 cubic miles of junk to sort and mostly throw away, and getting Neaksis' house fixed up since it doesn't seem right to go away and leave her with a big mess. Tempting, but not right. So I have my work cut out for me, as well. All AJ has to do is slap on some paint and scrape the cat poop out of the basement. New carpet in the living room would be nice, too, and refinishing the floor in the master bedroom. If not, a few large area rugs would hide most of the paint stains in the bedroom and the cigarette burns and Kool-aid stains in the living room. I am not entirely greedy.
Oh, at the dentist today, the Princess was to have 2 little fillings in one tooth, but they said they were so tiny they would just leave them after all, and besides the tooth would be coming out soon anyway. So the tooth fell out tonight.
Well I'd better head off to bed. Tomorrow is a brand new day, with new recalcitrants to herd. Thankfully God's mercies are new every morning, as well.
Hi Folks, I'm new here and hope i'm in the right thread. I cant fnd the place that interprets the abreviations you all use so will do my best.
I have recently discovered that my H is having an A. He broke down and said he would end it. I also phoned OW and told her to leave him alone. WH says she has ended it with him and he wants for us to restore our marriage.
The problem is that this has happened twice before with two other OW's. One RT OW and one CT OW. The first one he confessed to as she threatened to tell me in an effort to get him to commit to leaving me. So he confessed and begged me to stay with him. This A had been very long term which I didnt know and I never even suspected it. I agreed to move forward from that point and I thought we were doing ok.
One year on and I discover a cyber A which had been going on for approx. eight years. Again he said he would end it and the site he used to chat on, he deleted. I check it and there is no recent contact. But my gut says that he has either become more cunning or has found another cyber pal. So, he promised its finshed and again I agree to move forward in our marriage and to keep caring for each other.
And then a few months later I discover his latest RT A, and of course as I said above, he promises its all over. He also has a drinking addiction. Also our finances are in a mess.
I feel that I have supported him as much as I can. Is it even worth trying Plan A as I feel like I already have. I am a christian with wonderful christian woman friends, we all strongly believe in marriage and family. I feel that I want to leave this web of lies and deceit and get my life back on track and even my women friends think it seems the only option at this point.
I am fearful for my health if I stay with WH in regard to STD's and also feel that he will start another A again one day.
I have kept this as brief as possible and I hope you folks can give some advice on this mess.
Hi Janey--This is more of a friendly-chattering, meandering-wherever-we-feel-like-going thread. The people who post on it are all cyberfriends, and we'd be glad to have you join us. We can even give you MB advice--some of us more than others. But if you really want as many people as possible to post to you directly about your situation (more people than would be expected to read it if you were only on this thread), your best bet would be to start your own thread with a descriptive title (Sample: D-day #3--I Feel Like Giving Up) and re-post what you just wrote here. Bear in mind that it's generally low-traffic here on the weekends as people have the NERVE to go out and live real lives.
So why don't you post your own thread with your story, and then come here, too, and hang out with us for a break, a little sympathy, or a bit of fun? Let me introduce myself. My real name is Susan, but here people call me T&L because thunder and lightning was what I would like to have called down on my son-in-law's head 3 years ago when my daughter, Noni (Neak), was struggling to deal with his infidelity. There are very nice people on this thread. Good friends all. But for the most traffic, and the greatest volume of advice (some of which you'll like and some you won't!), your own thread is your ticket to that particular ride...
Thanks for your reply, I will do as you suggest. I like your alias. lol My mum would feel the same way if she new. I appreciat4e your support. love Janey
Hey, AJ is right through my neck of the woods and on to my old stomping grounds! I went back that-a-way 2 years ago to see my high school friends (hadn't seen them in 20+ years) and around Pompeys Pillar and all around were big fires! Right up to the highway...weird!
Two days ago I was watching a bald eagle circling out behind the house. We are starting to see more of them. I see "regular" eagles all the time, but just starting to see baldies. So cool! Last fall there were 2 sitting on the fence out by the slew/slough(?). I love it here!
You were right the second time, MAL. Slew = killed, slough = swamp. Eagles are awesome, and baldies doubly so! You are so fortunate to get to see them regularly.
Janey, you are never going to be able to make any headway with your WH while he is addicted to alcohol. I would not say your situation is hopeless, but it is pretty bleak. The alcohol must be dealt with first.
I also would advise against Plan A. Since he has an organic addiction on top of his affair addiction, he will suck you dry without it ever making any impact on him. If you would like to try and save your marriage, (and no one will blame you if you don't), you could go straight into Plan B until he has dealt with the alcoholism. AA, counseling, the whole works.
Then he can deal with his affair issues, which MB will then have a chance of helping.
Give me a sec, and I'll post a link to a list of abbreviations.
You've got to hear the Dervish's favorite song. The other kids like it too, but Small Fry best of all. His auntie got him hooked, and now he wants to hear it over and over again.
***sniff*** "It's so beautiful - I think I might cry." ~Dervish
AJ is very lonely. Very very very lonely. He is considering the wild and crazy idea of having us go out there sooner, then all coming back for the winter. It's worth thinking about. We'll see what happens.
That song is great Neak. I played it over and over as I did the washing and the kitchen cleaning.
I'm home nursing mum as she got the flu on the weekend and really needed to sleep in for the day to recover. Hot drinks, immune building herbs and she shall be right as rain as long as she rests ..... and I threatened to give her an injection if she didn't
I'm supposed to be studying congenital contraction of the fingers today however Mikey is rather a distraction .... he keeps wanting to 'bomb' me with his toy planes
How do you mumma's keep it all going is what I want to know?
Mrs. vdK!!!! How wonderful that you were able to stop in for a visit, and come again any time! After you get done sticking needles in that naughty mother of yours, what would you like to drink? Mint tea? Hot choccy?
So glad you liked the song - I haven't been able to stop singing it. My small Dervish is learning it quickly, too, and is so cute cuz he doesn't carry a tune anywhere near as well as his brother or sister.
The truthful answer to how mothers do it is....we don't. Sure, there may be a few superwomen out there, but I for one wouldn't be able to study congenital digital contractions and have the kids too.
So how is your mum? She is fortunate to be in good hands. And how are you? Probably keeping too busy and trying to stuff as much emotion as possible is my guess, covering everything with a brave face so no one knows. Am I close? You can admit it here - nobody around but you and me, and a few score internet friends. Seriously though, look out for yourself also. I wish I was there to nag I mean encourage you in person.
Hi Kimmy and Rella, you made me want to go swimming but it's far too late. That reminds me though, I left the sprinkler on. Now I have to go out and get all wet to turn it off. Thanks for making sure I didn't forget and leave it on all night, right on the edge of a drought as we are.
Hi Neak!! I would love the hot choccy but I should have the mint tea or ginger twist . Choccy sits on my hips and widens the thighs, but how it does comfort!!! Mum is just about better, had to have another day off in bed and I had an energetic day with Mikey, it was play group today. Everyone was asking " Where's mum?" She's been adopting daughters again!!
There's an ember deep within me .. dummm deeemm ummm see you got me doing it again lol Dervish and I in a duet lol - with a new drum set!!!
When the morning was over it was back to the xray's and scans for the little girls hand we're working on this Friday. The medial and proximal phalanges of the small & ring fingers on her left hand need to reconstructed and of course that means nerve and tendon work as well. I won't get to do much but assist however the surgeon is a real expert and its a real learning privilege.
Close? What do you win I wonder? A week with a bunch of neurotic wives? lol But you will need to stand in line for the nagging I mean encouragement ( ***snort*** ) after Uncle John, my Aunts, and Nanna. Oh and maybe Nan could also stop knitting baby clothes - not happening Nan not for a while at least.
Mr vdK is recovering very well and on light duties, I struggled to not ask what that means, and he is extremely bored. That SO reassures me. NOT. There's nothing wrong with me, there's nothing wrong with me, there's nothing wrong with me - you're looking at me just like the psychologist in the family support unit does. I do self denial very well.
However I am happy as one can be I suppose and enjoying my music and still a bit excited after doing the tour. I understand AJ being lonely though. Make sure you ring him each day and the kids email and IM him as often as possible. You just have to think 'It will all be worth it in the end!" See just like there's nothing wrong with me isn't it.
wave to all the other aisle walkers - Kimbers how could you go on hols and not take me huh?
I am supposed to be getting dinner together, a nice curry and rice would be nice. Mikey wants chips. He always wants chips. I wonder if I'm supposed to say no to him? oh well.
I wanna go on hols......me.....me.....me.....me!!! I need to get out of this joint. I need a vacation. I have the time (if bossy guy would let me take it). I just need the money!!!
Well, Kimmy is taking vacations, and that is good. Now if we can get the rest of you on a vacation. I bet t&L could tell us that missing work (in and of itself) is NOT a vacation.
We are still planning on Yellowstone in July. I hope we make it.
My daughter just got back from Germany - today. 3 weeks. I paid for it. My boss grouches about me taking leave to go to the dentist. There is something SO wrong with this picture.
My boss grouches about me taking leave to go to the dentist. There is something SO wrong with this picture.
Yes, there is. If you have vacation time, but the boss won't approve you to take it, then you really don't have vacation time. Is there a HR department you can talk to? Or, would that just make it worse?
Unlike my daughters & Kimmy's comments which I shall gracefully ignore. ... even through my coughing and other flu sufferings.
I mean how can a little encouragement every day about marrying my adopted son be called nagging? I mean look what happened ... she married him so obviously it was true love wasn't it? And just because I encourage her to think about having a family ... every day ... that can't be called nagging. I'm just saying she should think about it. And am I saying anything like "You're killing me, your own mother... how could you" ........ well not on week days anyway.
I have a cute story. The beginning isn't cute, but the end is.
2 weekends ago, VD had the children. She picked them up at daycare where OCDS had stuck a bit of playground pea gravel in his ear.
She discovered it on Saturday. In come the texts and calls. She had tossed the kid's insurance cards because she thought she didn't need them anymore, then she says she doesn't know if she'll take him for med. help because it "interferes with her plans." (yes, those are her EXACT words) We offered to pick him up and take him ourselves. She refused. We offered to fax over the insurance info and pay for the visit ourselves. She refused. Finally, she took the kids to her mom's house. She said her mom said it's wax and that they were going to irrigate his ear. I gave Nio detailed instructions on how to do it and what to use for him to relay to her.
No word for the rest of the weekend.
I pick the kids up at day care on Monday and the first thing I did was check his ear. There was the rock, whom we have since named Jorge, waving at me from his snug spot in the boy's ear.
So I took them to the Med Clinic (after hours doc) and after many tries at irrigation and lots of saying, "C'mon JOR-GE!" at every flush, Jorge gives up his new home and falls into the bowl.
Jorge now resides in a specimen cup on our formal dining room table.
That's not the cute part.
The cute part is that when we were at my parent's house, the first night as we were eating dinner, we say grace and get to the "Amen" part when a little voice pipes in very loudly, "AND THANK YOU FOR GETTING JORGE OUTTA MY EAR."
I could'a wet myself it was so funny.
But wait! There's more cuteness...
The other day when I picked the kids up from day care again, I hear a voice from the back seat, "MAMA!" I say, "yes, dear one."
"Mama, when I get tired of Jorge, can we set him free to be with his family again on the playground?"
I swear. My headstone is gonna say, "She died laughing."
On the side: We called CPS and they ACTUALLY opened a case on VD for NOT getting baby boy medical attention. Nio was called into CPS earlier this week and Jorge's mug shot was taken, the medical records were requested, the texts were produced and copied down, and the children were questioned.
POSTED THIS HERE AND I'VILLE SO ALL MY DEAR ONES WILL SEE.
Hope you two are doing great ... I'm a bit up cause of the flu tabs .... Well yes Mrs vdK has to wait until our missing darling idiot of a hero is back home safe before baby making ... then we can belt him for making us worry so much as well !!! Its just to get the idea running through her head ... I'm not nagging .. honest ... you dont look convinced
Just before I go to bed thought I'd make that clear ... well ordered to go to bed ... cripes she is a bossy doctor ... wonder where she got the nag gene from ?????
Anyway I have been forced ... I mean prescribed ... Natralia bug fighter cra... oh yeah sorry can't used that word anymore ... anyway its this drink made up of herbs and Echinacea, vitamen C, Zinc, Tea Tree oil & other foul tasting sh... oh can't use that word either ... anyway it horrible. And then these tabs which taste worse. And then antibiotics ... yuck.
And you know what REALLY SUCKS????? It works .. Flu down to 4 sick days .... BUGGER!!!
And to add insult to injury Mrs vdK wrote ME a note for work!!! Ironic or what???? Well everyone at work thought it was so funny. I told them that they were just a bunch of basta.. oh can't use that word either .... its not fair .... How did Neak get me to not use swear words as often ... she is just a so bad good influence . .. well then ... BOTHER!!!
SS hope you doing all ok, and the rest of isle visitors too. I won't put the curser near your names or I might give you the flu
well bed time ... again ... 14 hrs of sleep .... ni ni
Also, I went to the lady doc today to begin investigations as to whether I have succumbed to the family tendency for fibroids, and figured I might as well have my yearly tests done while I was at it. Grandpa had to go with me.
"Should I wait out here?"
"Yes, Grandpa." And thinking, "...unless you are planning to attend your first ever PAP smear."
I'm scheduled for a pelvic sono next Tuesday, so we'll see if anything turns up. Truly, it would be a relief if it did, because then I would know the cause of the trouble and what could be done about it.
I had to call the lady doc today (only I really called the nurse). For some reason, I am tired of my nearly 6 week long period. Maybe my ovaries or uterus have developed hyperactivity or something. (As an ADD adult, w/ an ADD daughter and an ADHD son, I can say that.)
I never know what to expect each day.
So, I have some medication to try to bring it under control. We had to try this a few years ago. That medicine made me ill....dizzy, nauseated, exhausted. I hope this new one doesn't. It's not good when the cure is worse than the problem.
6 wks is definitely way too long. Ask about a progesterone-based treatment. I have taken them before with none of the adverse side effects I suffered with standard BC pills. (Lots of vomiting, for one thing.)
Scary thing, and the world will never be the same. The Dervish, uh I mean Little Christian, helped his Grandpa fashion a little sword for him for the VBS play. Now that he knows that all sorts of things can be made from scratch with metal, life as we know it is over. Thank you, Dad.
Yeah, got some progesterone based meds. The last time this happened, they prescribed something different and you could have laid my out and put some lilies in my hand and I wouldn't have protested too much. But, the pharmacist says this is different stuff. It's been tricky because you never knew what was gonna happen each day.
The Dervish, uh I mean Little Christian, helped his Grandpa fashion a little sword for him for the VBS play. Now that he knows that all sorts of things can be made from scratch with metal, life as we know it is over. Thank you, Dad.
Uh oh, new meaning to 'Onward, Christian Soldier.'
Act 1 went very well, and I can't wait to see it on a larger screen. It had several very funny moments, but one of my favorites was when Little Christian fell in the Slough of Despond, and his lapel mike went KKKKKKKKKKKKCHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
The Dervish, uh I mean Little Christian, helped his Grandpa fashion a little sword for him for the VBS play. Now that he knows that all sorts of things can be made from scratch with metal, life as we know it is over. Thank you, Dad.
Uh oh, new meaning to 'Onward, Christian Soldier.'
Maybe you could sing this to him and then the sword could "disappear"?
I'm gonna Lay down my sword and sheild Down by the riverside down by the riverside down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my sword and sheild down by the riverside and study war no more
I'm gonna talk to the Prince of Peace down by the riverside down by the riverside down by the riverside
I'm gonna talk to the Prince of Peace down by the riverside and study war no more
My kids love this song. It's often requested by the boys instead of a lullaby.
Tonight the play wrapped up, and the Dervish did indeed lay down his sword and shield by the riverside. (After getting netted by the Flatterer, and almost turned the wrong way by Unbelief.)
Then singing the theme song, "The Captain Calls for You", in which he only knew some of the words, but sure could holler "VOLUNTEERS!!!!!!!" right into the microphone.
Neaksiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis, WHERE are the pictures???????????
Stay away from Neaksis - at least till.....4 days after her symptoms disappear.....if you take her some chicken soup, put it on the porch, ring the doorbell, and run for your life. ------------ What was he muttering about?
Those were some of his lines from the play, as he was escaping from the "creaking dungeons of the Giant Despair". Even in his sleep, he can't get away from practicing his script.
Mrs vdK would say that sleep talking was dedication to his art!!! lol
A budding actor methinks!!! Can't you just see him Neak ...on the stage ... dressed in gleaming armour ... waving a shiny sword ... standing tall ...
To be, or not to be, that is the Question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune, Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them..........
And then loud shouts of "Encore encore" Oops sorry that was Neak and I .... lol
Mrs vdK is feeling down right now as Mr vdK was being as [censored] on the phone. Oblivious to her worry. SIGH ... soldiers break your heart ... nature of the beast.
"What days have come to keep us far apart A broken promise or a broken heart"
That's a beautiful song Mrs vdK sings. Lots of meaning for us waiting women.
This is a wonderful oldie she sang not long ago at the Oxfam Concert
The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen this road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night That the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears Crying for the day Why leave me waiting here Let me know the way
Many times I've been alone And many times I've cried Any way you'll never know The many ways I've tried
But still they lead me back To the long winding road You left me standing here A long long time ago Don't leave me waiting here Lead me to your door
But still they lead me back To that long winding road You left me standing here A long long time ago Don't keep me waiting here Lead me to your door
Its just that some days .. the days are long .... the distance seems insurmountable and we want them home. Most days you just get on with it though.
But reading about the Dervish cannot be help bring a fond and happy smile to our faces. Its because all the kids are just so full of life ..... even if a certain someone sometimes wishes they run low on batteries lol = neak lol
All I can say is watch out Kenneth Branagh in a few years !!! Go Dervish go !!!!
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
One day "creaking dungeons" .. the next " Henry V" !! ...Lots of swords in that one !!!
Oh, look, the hapless official at the FEDERAL BEAUREA OF INVESTGIGATIONS who sent me this email this morning, not only can't spell, but as the letter shows, doesn't know how to write correct English grammar, either. Isn't it nice that they were able to find employment with the US government anyway? Ain't American GRAND?! And then, at the end, they so kindly warned me to watch out for fraudulent attempts to get my money!
--- On Sat, 6/28/08, FEDERAL BEAUREA OF INVESTGIGATIONS <FBI@FBI.GOV> wrote:
From: FEDERAL BEAUREA OF INVESTGIGATIONS <FBI@FBI.GOV> Subject: Anti-Terrorist And Monetary Crimes Division! To: Date: Saturday, June 28, 2008, 7:26 AM
Anti-Terrorist And Monetary Crimes Division FBI Headquarters, Washington, D.C. Federal Bureau Of Investigation J.Edgar Hoover Building 935 Pennsylvania Avenue, Nw Washington, D.C. 20535-0001 www.fbi.gov DATE: 06-28-2008
Attention Fund Beneficiary,
This is an official advice from the FBI Foreign Remittance Telegraphic Dept, It Has Come To Our Notice That The C.B.N Bank Nigeria District Has Released 15 Million Great British Pounds Sterling equivalent to 30 Million U.S Dollars Into Bank Of America In Your Name As The Beneficiary, By Inheritance Means.
The C.B.N Bank Nigeria Knowing Fully Well That They Do Not Have Enough Facilities To Effect This Payment From The United Kingdom To Your Account, Used What We Know As A Secret Diplomatic Transit Payment S.T.D.P To Pay This Fund Through Wire Transfer, They Used This Means To Complete The Payment.
These letter serves as notification of the present transaction confirmed in your name, on our research and investigations as a mode of operation with the FBI Banking Commission, we investigated a fresh transfer what of million dollars as mentioned above in your name. The funds are undergoing proper verifications to proof the legitimacy of the transaction, you are to provide all the legal documents to back up the transaction and clear all requirements on your behalf.
They Are Still, Waiting For Confirmation From You On The Already Transferred Funds Which Was Made In Direct Transfer So That They Can Do Final Crediting To Your Account. Secret Diplomatic Payments Are Not Made Unless The Funds Are Related To Terrorist Activities Why Must Your Payment Be Made In Secret Transfer, If Your Transaction Is Legitimate, If You Are Not A Terrorist, Then Why Did You Not Receive The Money Directly Into Your Account, This Is A Pure Coded ,Means Of Payment? Records Which We Have Had With This Method Of Payment In The Past Has Always Been Related To Terrorist Acts, We Do Not Want You To Get Into Trouble As Soon As These Funds Reflect In Your Account In The U.S.A, So It Is Our Duty As A Word Wide Commission To Correct This Little Problem Before This Fund Will Be Credited Into Your Personal Account.
The funds are presently on hold for further proof of the legal documents before releasing directly to you. Due To The Increased Difficulty And Unnecessary Scrutiny By The American Authorities When Funds Come From Outside Of America, precisely Africa, The FBI Bank Commission For Europe Has Stopped The Transfer On Its Way To Deliver Payment Of 15 Million GBP. EQV. 30 Million US Dollars To Debit Your Reserve Account And Pay You Through A Secured Diplomatic Transit Account (S.D.T.A). We Govern And Oversees Funds Transfer For The World Bank And The Rest Of The World.
We Advice You Contact Us Immediately, As The Funds Have Been Stopped And Are Being Held In Our Custody ,Until You Can Be Able To Provide Us With A Diplomatic Immunity Seal Of Transfer(Dist) Within 3 Days From The World Local Bank That Authorize The Transfer From Where The Funds Was Transferred From To Certify That The Funds That You Are About To Receive From Nigeria Are Antiterrorist/Drug Free Or We Shall Have Cause To Cross And Impound The Payment, We Shall Release The Funds Immediately We Receive This Legal Documents.
We have decided to contact you directly to acquire the proper verifications and proof from you to show that you are the rightful person to receive this fund, because of the amount involve, we want to make sure is a clean and legal money you are about to receive. Be informed that the fund are now in United State in your name , but right now we have ask the bank not to release the fund to anybody that comes to them , unless we ask them to do so, because we have to carry out our investigations first before releasing the fund to you. Note that the fund is in the BANK OF AMERICA right now, but we have ask them not to credit the fund to you yet, because we need a solid proof and verifications from you before releasing the funds.
So to this regards you are to re-assure and proof to us that what you are about to receive is a clean money by sending to us FBI Identification Record and also Diplomatic Immunity Seal Of Transfer(DIST) to satisfy to us that the money your about to receive is legitimate and real money. You are to forward the documents to us immediately if you have it in your possession, if you don't have it let us know so that we will direct and inform you where to obtain the document and send to us so that we will ask the bank holding the funds the Bank Of America to go ahead Crediting your account immediately.
This Documents are to be issued to you from the World Local Bank that Authorized the transfer, so get back to us immediately if you don't have the document so that we will inform you the particular place to obtain the document in United Kingdom U.K, because we have come to realize that the fund was Authorized by H.S.B.C Bank in London.
THESE CONDITION IS VALID UNTIL 17TH OF JULY 2008 AFTER WE SHALL TAKE ACTIONS ON CANCELING THE PAYMENT AND THEN CHARGE YOU FOR ILLEGALLY MOVING FUNDS OUT OF NIGERIA .
GUARANTEE: FUNDS WILL BE RELEASED ON CONFIRMATION OF THE DOCUMENT.
Final Instruction: ----
60-Credit Payment Instruction: Irrevocable Credit Guarantee 61-Beneficiary Has Full Power When Validation Is Cleared 62-Beneficiaries Bank in U.S.A., Can Only Release Funds 62-Upon Confirmation From The World Bank/United Nations. 64-Bearers Must Clear Bank Protocol and Validation Request ----
The FBI today is providing a warning to the public against an ongoing scheme involving jury service and internet/phones fraud. The public needs to be aware that individuals identifying themselves as U.S. court employees have been telephonically contacting citizens and advising them that they have been selected for jury duty. These individuals ask to verify names and Social Security numbers then ask for credit card numbers. If the request is refused, citizens are then threatened with fines illegally. The judicial system does not contact people telephonically and ask for personal information such as your Social Security number, date of birth or credit card numbers. If you receive one of these phone calls, do not provide any personal or confidential information to these individuals. This is an attempt to steal or to use your identity by obtaining your name, Social Security number and potentially to apply for credit or credit cards or other loans in your name. It is an attempt to defraud you. Crime and fraud is real, so be careful.
Working closely with our partners in intelligence, law enforcement, military, and diplomatic circles, the FBI’s primary responsibility is to neutralize terrorist cells and operatives here in the United States and help dismantle terrorist networks/money laundry and internet fraud worldwide. Although protecting the United States from terrorist attacks and money laundry is our first priority, we remain committed to the defense of America against foreign intelligence threats as well as the enforcement of federal criminal laws, all while respecting and defending the Constitution.
If you’ve ever watched one of those crime dramas on TV and heard the term “NCIC” mentioned in passing and wondered what it was, you’re probably not alone. NCIC, which stands for National Crime Information Center, is one of the unsung heroes of crime-fighting—little known to the public, but used every day by law enforcement officers nationwide and even across the border to take terrorists and criminals off the street, find missing persons and property, and save lives.
We’re very proud of NCIC’s legacy, but what’s most important to us is what it can do today,” says Bush. “We’re constantly trying to make it better and faster.” And we have, with a major technical upgrade in 1999 and important additions of terrorism and gang information in recent years.
Robert S. Mueller, III Director Federal Bureau of Investigation
Neak mums asleep on the chair right now, waiting for her men to send SOMETHING. There are times they make me angry. Sods.
Anyway if I go on any about my particular jerk I will use words Nana used to wash my mouth out with soap for, I mean she really did!. So I will be quiet until I'm not angry. About 2011 will be about right.
I want to see the Dervish in a stage show too!!! Even a movie . Can't you see him in a remake of Gone with the Wind - "Frankly my dear I don't give a Hershey bar!!!" Slams the door and strides off into the sunset . Just so devilishly handsome, in a nice way of course.
You will need to watch all the girls though. All their hearts will be a flutter.
I was just working out how old I would be by then - oh its alright, I'm sure he'll be taken up as a teen idol for Disney so I can boast to any kids 'I KNOW HIS MUM" !!!
Humming a song - One love One life You got to do what you should
One life With each other Sisters Brothers
One life But were not the same We get to carry each other Carry each other
Carry each other
Carry each other
it's wake mum up time and sleep for me, I have tomorrow off woohoo
When mine were little, if they wore me out, I would declare it time for a movie nap. I'd tell them to stay in the den or kitchen - full of toys - and I would put on one of their favorite movies. We would sit on the couch and watch the movie together....though sometimes they outlasted me. As long as there were enough toys, we were good.
{{{{{Mrs. vdK}}}}}, welcome to married life. Men! Can't live with 'em........
Oh, was there more to that? My bad!
I'll let you know when the DVD of the play is complete. It may even be posted on the church's website, for even greater convenience.
AW, you are eerily right in your percentages. Apparently the similarities transcend cultures and several oceans.
Rella, I got a movie nap today. It turned out to be a good thing, since on the way back from the lake, walking, the Dervish had a major major meltdown. It was after 10pm before we made it back to Neaksis' house. (She had an interesting walk of her own, but that is a whole nuther story.)
I hope it goes without saying that I won the 2 hr + battle of wills. He is almost asleep now and fairly docile, but we'll have to see how tomorrow goes.
Oh, Mom, I looked up fibroid tx, and they have a few newer ones that are less invasive, but most common is hysterectomy or myomectomy. (In case I had not said yet, -it's been really busy and I can't remember-, I had a pelvic sono last week to rule out fibroids and endometriosis. From the 5-sec convo Mom had with the Doc, it sounded as if fibroids might have been ruled in, but we'll know more Monday.) But 6 weeks laid up with a surgery would mean I couldn't have done tomatoes anyway, and would probably be just enough time to finish my book. And unless there were major differences in risk/result, I would go with hyster instead of myo. Why would I have them pull the stupid thing out, then put it BACK IN???????? And why - so I can have MORE Dervishes??? I don't THINK so!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhhhhh, it is so peaceful and quiet. I should fix a nice hot drink and put my feet up for a few nanoseconds of rest before I fall asl
You know its like I am so looking forward to the battle of wills stage ...... not ....I wonder how much boarding school is ... for me not him
fibroids .. my fingers are crossed for you ... (I'm pretending I'm immune) but Mrs vdK says you could also have Arterial embolisation, Hysteroscopy or Laparoscopy done ... she had to spell those out to me lol ... instead of open surgery or a Hysterectomy.
However Mrs vdK is in the not broken don't fix camp ... which I am sure will change after her fist baby ... you know when she grabs Jonnie around the throat and yells 'give me drugs' lol
It is broken, though, which is why I even had it checked. For 3 years I've had such heavy menses that anemia has been a frequent 'guest'. For a while I was successful in controlling the problem with either large doses of cayenne or caffeine, and held anemia at bay for a number of months, but this last time was so bad that both together made no appreciable difference. (Which is why I finally gave up and went in for a checkup.)
The newer methods Mrs. vdK spoke of may end up being options and are less invasive, we'll have to see what the dr. says. But there's no denying that the thought of a hysterectomy has a certain charm. No offense, Dervish.
It was right after dday, went to the doctor, told I had a mass the size of a volleyball, lump in left breast, something suspicious elsewhere....scared the holy living crap out of me. I was an emotional wreck. Hated my H, needed him so badly, YUK!
I went to another doc who ended up doing the surgery, and he told me immediately I didn't have cancer...(had nurse tell me as soon as I walked into the waiting room)...did all the necessary stuff, recommended surgery and then tells me,"you are a lucky girl". I said, "I don't feel lucky, I just found out I am having a hysterectomy". He then said,"when I first heard of your case I thought I was gonna be telling you that you have stage 4 cervical cancer and that you better go on vacation and enjoy yourself because this won't take long".
So, I did my research. Not a lot of options and I just wanted "the alien" out! (My kids named it that). I'm glad it was done. Oh, and it turned out to be only as big as a honeydew. (I have pictures of it since they wouldn't let me keep it.)
Definately a few benefits! I left what was not broken, so will still go through some of the other stuff as I age...better than the risks involved with HRT for me. What if they never got your hormones right? Ya can't fix it once they take it all out. On the other hand, HRT might just make it all better right away. But ya get an increased risk of breast cancer with some of the HRT stuff too. With a lump already, I didn't want to go there.
Lots to think about and it was scary for me. I hope all goes well with your tests and appointments!!
I am six years past it and don't regret it.
P.S. My friend had the hysterectomy shortly after me, but had a few holes in the abdomen and viola! Shorter recovery of course. I have a 6 inch vertical zipper to show for mine. Oh, and I had to have the surgery out of town in a bigger hospital in case the doc needed blood, I was closer to the supply. :eek:
Cinders.... I have thought about that if I ever have to go back under the knife! I didn't think of it the first time around...and we didn't have insurance for any of it, so extras were not really appropriate. Honestly, I just didn't think of it. So much was happening, and it all went so quickly (less than one month from first appt. to surgery on top of Dday...ugh). Glad it is all over.
But I kept some parts, and if they have to go, I will check out the tuck for sure.
Yeah, I can understand that. Last time someone took a knife to that area, it was only 3 months after youngest child was born. In never dawned on me then.
A certain young Princess had her eyes opened yesterday. She timorously asked if, when I got pregnant with Dillon, if Daddy and I had had sex to get him. Why, yes, Princess, we did. (Puzzled.) But do you ever have sex when you DON'T want a baby? Yes, Princess, we do. YOU DO???????????
She is planning to only have sex when she is married, of course, and only when she wants to have children. It's an interesting plan, and I guess we'll see how it works out for her.
Time to go wake up the kids. BobP's cool bath idea knocked em out last night. I'm going to try it again tonight and make sure it wasn't a fluke.
A certain young Princess had her eyes opened yesterday. She timorously asked if, when I got pregnant with Dillon, if Daddy and I had had sex to get him. Why, yes, Princess, we did. (Puzzled.) But do you ever have sex when you DON'T want a baby? Yes, Princess, we do. YOU DO???????????
I remember having such a discussion with my mother..
I was kinda nerdish. I would read encyclopedias for fun...LONG STORY..
But when my mother HONESTLY answered my questions, I remember saying to myself..NO WAY..I'll NEVER do that stuff..I guess I'll never have babies...
Remembers fathers advice from years ago. "It's better to keep your mouth shut, and have people think you a fool, than to open your mouth, and remove all doubt."
Decides to come back later, when perhaps......... the topic will have changed.
I will say though, that I care what people are going through, and that prayers continue.
Isn't it about time for you to train a new supervisor?
On the other hand, it's so hard to train a new boss these days.
We haven't heard nearly enough about your daughters trip, and what your son is doing this summer. Or, if the new car is holding up OK, or .......... Well, you get the picture. Not nearly enough.
And, of course, CC is quiet again. I wonder what she is up to.
I think we have others that need to tell about their trips too.
I can't believe so many people think they can get away with being quiet for so long.
Isn't it about time for you to train a new supervisor?
Well, they did shuffle some of his unit to another supervisor and some of hers to him.....but, shucks on it, they did not shuffle me. We are in the midst of budget reduction. Across the state, they are planning on eliminating 2,300 positions. Offered voluntary buy-outs to 12K people. I hope enough take it that we don't have lay offs.
Originally Posted by still seeking
We haven't heard nearly enough about your daughters trip,
She got in on a Wednesday, slept, on Thursday, we hung out on Friday, and she left for her dad's on Saturday then went to Ohio on Sunday - 1.5 weeks ago. She will be home this weekend. She got hit on by some drunk guys at a hostel, she loves the main cathedral in Mainz, bought lots of candy, and watched a lot of futbol on TV when she wasn't in school.
Originally Posted by still seeking
and what your son is doing this summer.
not enough....did a one week art camp. At his dad's last week and this. will be home a week, then goes to church camp. Will be home a week, then WONDER OF WONDERS, I will have a week off with them. Gonna try to do a stay-cation. Can't afford a vacation.
Originally Posted by still seeking
Or, if the new car is holding up OK
I do need a fuel filter, a brake job, an alignment, and a new battery before winter (there's a lot of corrosion on the terminals and I never consider that a sign of a lot of life left. haven't seen that in years. I changed the air filter. I have a passenger compartment air filter but I can't find the tool I need to change it. Had to get a new gas cap today because the old one wouldn't pass emissions check.
yes those herbs .... even make vege steaks and snags yum I bet lol
uh oh ..... Dr vdK is ordering me to bed ... bossy daughter isn't she and before neak can throw her thongs at me .. thongs are for feet thongs that is ... for the vege cheek... I had better go
Can't stay long. The natives are restless today and every day.
We had a lovely time at Folsom Aquatic Center yesterday, and all went well except for the moment that Neaksis spotted the Dervish, without his life jacket, in 7' deep water, going from one inflatable ring to the next.
True, the life guard said no life jackets were allowed in the section with the rubber rings, but what she meant was if you don't swim well enough to go without a life jacket, you don't belong in 7' water. All that got through to the little MORON, no offense Dervish, was if you want a ring you must take off your life jacket.
I for one never saw him do it - I was still looking through the life jacket section trying to find him, then checking the kiddie section in case he wandered back over there, and retrieving GP in the process.
Aside from going all weak when I found out where he was, I wasn't actually too worried. The danger of him drowning was almost nonexistant. The whole place, but especially that section of the pool, was crawling with alert lifeguards. If he had gotten into trouble they were watching closely enough to have spotted him and gotten him out immediately. Still had to sit down for a few, though, just on principle.
That water story just gave me shivers Neak. Of course because of Peter and water it is one of my nightmares. I would have gone into hysterics.
You can just imagine how hard it is to take Mikey swimming even though in my head I know its safe. Heart just starts pumping away like crazy .... I think the staff at the pools think I am an over protective mum .... in 6 in of water
Aussie just loves this poem and as I was thinking of it awhile ago for no particular reason you get to read a bit of it ..
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold, And quite unaccustomed to fear, But the bravest of these was a man, I am told Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused, Could spit twenty men on his spear. A terrible creature, both sober and soused Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van, Or to harass the foe from the rear, Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout For Abdul Abulbul Amir!
and a further 16 verses to go ,,, lol
Ok Neak ... now together .... 1 2 3....
It's so war-arm in here Outside the night is clear Think I need a walk Have myself a little talk Sleep, baby slee-eep While your mama walks the stree-eet tonight To think about your daddy, boy
(Oh boy) the mood I'm in The pain I fee-eel in missin' him Oh boy (oh boy), I can't explain He haunts my mind, racks my brain...
I could comb every home, every neighbourhood bar I would ride every greyhound or railroad car Just to find him and say Hey, wherever you are Come on home, we love you, boy
why is everyone pointing fingers and laughing ???????
that was just beautiful!! lol So funny and so much good honest laughing at oneself and a silly situation.
Jerry
you will ALWAYS be the grandfather and a Daddy. My dad just loves his grand kids, he has lots of them too! lol
I mean when I used to turn up with my whole crew and they ran circles around him ..before the oldest grew up and whats with that by the way ... .... he always used to just shake his head and moan.. I mean say ... they are just like you sweet pea ... I'm sure he means it in the right way.
He seems so fond of all the oldest adult ones these days but LUCKILY he has my little bloke and 12 other little ones to ENJOY. They just ask him WHY questions all the time.
Jerry, nice to see you drop in for a visit. Congratulations! The best news is, whether it's a boy or a girl, you'll have a 50% chance of having the next one be the other.
All, please say an extra prayer for Mom. She's had a rough day, which I won't blab about without leave, but I'm sure she could use a little care. Love you, Mom.
Thank you, Neak and Kimmy. And Neaksis, too, I am sure!! I even wept briefly on the bosom of the Clam, but when he started to tell me what else was wrong that I needed to fix, I had to tell him that wasn't exactly the sort of comfort I had in mind...
I want to give you a big hug [[[[[[[[[T&L]]]]]]]]]]]
Sometimes WE are the ones being tested on tough days not those giving you a hard day.
I'll be back and email you soon but right now I have to umpire my darling little boys birthday party. Not the 3 yr olds.... mum dancing to the Wiggles ... someone grab that vase!!!
I don't think we have lost any yet .... yikes hope not ... time to search the yard .... candle and cake time!!
I just wanted someone to pat my back and go, "There, there." I can't pat my own because the arthritis won't let my arm bend that way any more. Sheesh!!!
I think you just helped by offering to help. Not too much else can be done.
Just finishing up another waytoolong session with the stupid corporate paperwork that is overdue, but woohoo I'm almost finished! That's the good news, the bad news is that we are owed in excess of $16,000 which we will probably never see. But the other good news is we have stopped losing money to the company, too, and life has gone on.
Just over a week now till Dad Clam and I leave for MT with one small Dervish. Dad will be preaching the week we are there, so that is most exciting.
Not too much else springs to mind. My brain is fried for now.
Thank you for the offer, Cinderella. Truly. But I feel like I've reached the end of my tether, and I really don't know how anybody can lengthen the rope for me. Not only that, if I follow in my parents' footsteps, I've got another 30+ years of life to look forward to--I just hope the knot on the end of this thing is bigger than it looks!!
T&L you know I've been there and did a good job of trying to jump off the end. What I discovered was that God just gives you more tethers..... no not joking this time .... He just does.
I wish I could explain it better however I've just arrived home from work 1.15am. I'm exhausted and not thinking clearly. Gave Mikey a sleepy hug ...
Got up at some gawd awlful time this morning....it was pitch black .... got in this dinky plane and flew way up to a remote community .... sat in a circle with some elders as they played the didgeridoo and danced traditional dances .... went through the sacred smoke ceremony asking the great spirit to keep evil away .... and talked business .... ate fresh roo and smiled as I swallowed it ..(chunder) emu ..... goanna (barf) ... but did a stirling job keeping it all down ...... then flew back to Perth during the night right into a thunder storm ..... I think I wet myself but I was too scared to check as the plane went all over the place.
T&L just take one moment at a time.... think of the blessings ... sometimes few as they are ... some of the moments will be hard ... but they go as hard as it seems right now.
And come and just have a hug [[[[[[[[[T&L]]]]]]]]]
Neak here. I was looking up a date from 2006 when I stumbled across this. Wow, how he has grown since!
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Jonah, no, 'Lijah--by the Dervish
"Da Izzywights... da pwiests tucking demselves and shumping and shoking demselves. Lijah say maybe he on da potty, or maybe he wif da shickens... hee hee hee, I make dat one up."
Thank you, Kimmy. I thought a lot about myself this weekend, too, but more along the lines of "Why do I even bother to keep on trying?" It's not that I don't know how to "fix" things. I just don't have the energy--or a good starting point. I'm in constant pain when I walk, much more so than before the surgery, and if it never rained in CA again, I could still be walking in the shade...under my own dark little mental cloud! At some point, I have to quit feeling sorry for myself, get off my dime, and start hobbling forwards again, but that's SO dang much work. I think I need some mental Viagra to correct my intellectual dysfunction!
The aspiring psychiatrists were attending their first class on emotional extremes. “Just to establish some parameters,” said the professor to the student from Arkansas, “What is the opposite of joy?”
“Sadness,” said the student.
And the opposite of depression?” he asked of the young lady from Oklahoma.
“Elation,” said she.
“And you sir,” he said to the young man from Texas, “how about the opposite of woe?”
The Texan replied, “Sir, I believe that would be giddy-up.”
Thank you, Kimmy. I thought a lot about myself this weekend, too, but more along the lines of "Why do I even bother to keep on trying?" It's not that I don't know how to "fix" things. I just don't have the energy--or a good starting point. I'm in constant pain when I walk, much more so than before the surgery, and if it never rained in CA again, I could still be walking in the shade...under my own dark little mental cloud! At some point, I have to quit feeling sorry for myself, get off my dime, and start hobbling forwards again, but that's SO dang much work. I think I need some mental Viagra to correct my intellectual dysfunction!
ok, make you a deal.....you pray for Ian and I'll pray for you.
Ian is the grandson of a co-worker at my office. He has had repeated ear infections and has had ear surgery several time. The last time, they removed the hearing bones in one of his ears but discovered a 'brain hernia' and closed him up till they could figure out what to do. He is to have neurosurgery Thursday. The first thing they want to do is the brain repairs. Then, they hope to replace the bones in his ear. His family is to the point where they don't care if he can ever hear with that ear. They just want his brain to be ok.
O.K. Cinderella...prayers being sent. Can I request one too?
My dear friend just called me and she said she was on her way home. (I helped her and her daughter last August when she moved away to a better winter climate and better medical facilities.) She is about mid 70's, and not in good health. I had a wonderful time helping her pack. Anyway, she tells me tonight that she has pancreatic cancer and they are not giving her long to live. She stopped by here on her way to her house and got some boxes and it was so good to see her. But she is getting frail and looks pale. She doesn't feel good. She is one of my best friends. She is a saint in my eyes.
The day of the Sept 11 attacks I saw her in the grocery store parking lot. She told me how she hates it when there is trouble in the world. We just hugged and cried right there. She didn't know I had found out the day before of H's A. I never told her. I needed that hug right then.
When there is trouble/strife/pain in her life, and she can't sleep, she cooks and bakes. We have had countless meals and goodies delivered after she has had a sleepless night and baked instead. She pulls up in the driveway and honks, I run out and hug her, and she tells me to open the side door or back door of her van and pick one of the many things. She just goes around delivering to many. And I am one she has taken under her wing. I am blessed.
Thanks for letting me talk...I am sad. I will pray for Ian, and for you, T & L.
I am going to bid a fond adieu for now, since I have reached the point in the packing where I need to put the computer in the car before I run out of room, lol.
If I can I'll post tomorrow from somewhere else, if not, I'll send word how I'm doing till I can get back online.
That was the offensive part. He bought it "for" me and said it belonged "to" me. Theoretically, I should be able to do what I want to do with my own computer, don't you think? And if I can't do what I want to do with it, then it's not really mine, is it? I nearly gave it back to him...right upside the head, too. But I corked myself and came in and played Bookworm for awhile. I quit when he came in and tried to chat and now I'm going to bed. I think he's back in the other room trying to melt the icicles and cure the frostbite he acquired during his brief foray into an attempt at conversation.
It's a book about his final lecture he was invited to give at Carnegie Mellon University where he had been a professor. He has terminal pancreatic cancer, a wife, and three young children.
He talks about his childhood dreams and how they were fulfilled. And, he gives some good, simple advice on living well.
Cinderella- funny you mentioned that book. A while back Randy was on Oprah. They showed his last lecture and it was awesome! I couldn't quit thinking about it for a long time.
Last night I went google-ing pancreatic cancer, curious about how long it takes. I read a few articles and then clicked on another...and it was a blog that was Randy Pausch's timeline, updated regularly about his treatments. I just browsed through it, as it is 2 years long. Apparently he was given about 6 months to live, but has aggressively persued treatments and obviously is still alive. Very inspirational man.
My friends is inoperable. No treatment being given, just pain management. I sure hope all her good favors come back to her in her time of need.
Add: I wonder if one could still find his lecture, maybe on you tube or something. It is incredible! A real tear jerker.
I haven't read a book in ages! I will keep this one in mind though in case I get a hankerin to read one.
The dog picture is soo cute!
I went to my friends today. I thought she was coming here to stay for her final days but instead is getting her house packed up here to take to her new place out of state. She was in so much pain today it was really sad. I helped her daughter, (who I have met before while we were loading stuff up in Aug for the first part of the move), to pack stuff and separate for yard sale/take with piles. It felt really good to be there. I took them a lasagne for dinner too. I'm going to go again tomorrow and see if I can help. I'm not sure my friend will be able to stay as long as she intended, due to her pain. Hard to imagine that when she leaves here it will be the last time I see her. I'm grateful to get to see her and spend some time with her.
Ok, we were on Vacation, then came home for a few days............ Went out of town for a wedding, but now we are home for at least a week. Maybe longer. Maybe a week and a half, then we got to Girls camp.
Cinderella asked "Does that help you out?"
Yes, it does. I went back and read all about it. My mind being what it is, I'll forget it quickly, but right now, I remember. What kind of tool do you need to get that air filter off? Don't you hate it that they make special screws and bolts and things just to make it hard for us?
I read both the humor and implied difficulty in Neaks life now. Thanks for sharing both.
Same with all of you really. I love reading the things you write. You are so kind to share. I understand how life goes, and I get that it isn't all roses, and I am glad that others share their struggles so that we can take comfort from knowing we are all on this journey together.
I want to know what happened to T&L. Of course, one of my daughters wants a pony too, but she won't be getting one any time soon. I just thought I would put it out there, so you (YES YOU, T&L) would know.
M&L, we ended up going home through Colorado, and I don't think we got very close to your house. I looked for a green house, but never saw one.
AW, They say time flies when you are having fun. Is that why it seems to take so long for the men to get home?
Hi Neaksis !! I hope things are well at your house. I tend to watch (observe) kids when I travel, and I see a lot of things. Sometimes it gets me to thinking.
Hi CC. I had a lot of driving time, and I did do some thinking. I really am wrong a lot of the time. I thought about what you said about you not being lonely. I suppose that is a good thing. It is different with most of the ladies that I talk to........... who are in your situation.
People can be so different. Isn't it interesting to see how that works out in real life? I am learning a lot. I thank you for your comments.
I see Neak has gone on a long voyage. Happy trails to Neak, and family. I hope AJ is well.
SS signs off.......... wondering what happened to T&L.
Hi SS ... Rella ... T&L... MAL ...CC .. Neaksis ... Kimmy and lots of others I have probably forgotten tonight as my head is fuzzy ... need shuteye
A late night ... for me 3.20am .... drop in. Why do I stay up? well SOMETIMES just if I'm lucky Aussies calls or emails.. so as hope springs ever eternal I stay up ... way too often
Very quite here right now ... well if you exclude Mikey but of course he's asleep .... Liz and Hayley along with Clare and her hubby are all over in Sydney visiting with the Pope... along with another 600,000 plus under 25's from across the world .. and singing for him ... Liz really wanted to sing in the choir but who can knock back a request to sing for the man anyway he wants ????? well as she said.. as long as she has fun and a chance to pray during the stations of the cross. She finds it great comfort to pray the stations of the cross while her DH is deployed. Says she is not as fearful and anxious.
I haven't done too much work here at home lately, spent way too much and have to slow down a bit. But still have one set of sliding glass doors to go in and then lay the new wooden floor through the house.... but on the bright side that means I get to buy a drop saw !!! and I need a new bench as well ... and while I think of it ........
I wonder if T&L has access to a computer as I know Neak took the laptop??????????? we shall have to be patient I suppose ... drats!!!!!
well us grass widows had better get to bed ... need my beauty sleep a whole LOT these days
Thursday, I got up at 10 instead of 7 as scheduled. My hoped for departure time was 10-11.
So, after getting a late start, I had to shuffle the order in which I got things done. I got in the car and my mom's car (she doesn't drive it much and it needed a chance to really be driven) and it didn't want to go unless you managed to get it up around 30 mph at which time it would run great. I went to the chiropractor at 11 or so and didn't get away till after 12:30. Went home and got dog, took her to be boarded, got key made for house, dropped it off at friend's house. Shopped at the place I normally get my car repaired and they wouldn't even look at it. Called my bil and he suggested I take the car to the dealer - where all the work has been done on it - on the other side of the county. So, I hit the interstate and it runs fine for 25 miles. Got off and it started stuttering again. Creep to the dealer and they try to get me to come back in on Friday but I explained the predicament and they got right on it. Car needed a new catalytic converter and ignition coil. Converter was under warranty but coil wasn't so I spent $400 to repair a car that isn't even mine. I got away at 6 p.m. from the other side of town. My 1 p.m. or so arrival ended up being 8:30.
I spent 2 nights sleeping on a 4" thick piece of foam covered in vinyl and thrown on a piece of metal instead of metal. No heat, no air conditioning. It was cool at night. Daytime was 80 degrees and breezy but the air was so humid it was sticky.
I didn't sleep at all Thursday.
It's 5:30 p.m. right now. In the morning, I get to help in the nursery at church. I'm not sure babies are gonna be on my list of fun things for tomorrow.
I'm reading and have my own laptop but haven't been able to log in. I think I just remembered why, but will have to wait to try it until I'm back across the pond tonight. Neak is in MT. I'm assuming her dad's started back to CA by now, but haven't talked to anybody directly. Her two oldest are off to summer camp today, so I only have to "babysit" my dad for the next wk. And the two blasted dogs.
Hello and love to all...I am alive and well, AJ is happy, and the Dervish is being quite a bit better, though that may change when he finds out that his direct (and rude) refusal to comb his hair before we left for town is going to cost him his trip to Dairy Queen he may not be so happy.
Wish I could hang around longer. I walked over to BIL/SIL's to make a bill payment before the deadline, and the theft thingy is acting up in the car so it wouldn't start. Now I just have to walk back and try it again.
Well, you should SEE what that stupid Clancy did to the screen in the front window. It doesn't just have a hole poked in it from his idiot nose; it's in tatters. He scuttles around a lot when I'm there. I can't think why...
I promised to send something to Neak ages ago and just didn't get my act together but as she is in the process of moving I thought I would send it to her mum - yes I know it's you T&L no use pretending - to pass along, in the fullness of time. my Mum said she has the addy so I'm just saying it's on it's wayyyyyyyy
Last order from the Pope was - 'Go forth and multiply my children'
Yes well tell THAT to the Army. Like that's going to happen.
Mums fallen asleep, Mikey is sound asleep and I have to start at 5.am - 3.5 hours away - in the ED. I'm going back to bed My feet are hurting just thinking of that
The Clam is home from visiting MT. He's got glowing red eyes and is on his way to bed. I just came from visiting the gastroenterolgist in a peculiarly intimate fashion. I'm gonna have to wear a bag over my head next Sabbath as a disguise. He was very cute to the grandkids who had been forced to tag along, and showed them all the scopes...all 792 MILES of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "And just what are you planning to do with all that tubing, Carlos, my dear sir?"" "Let's have prayer, Susan, and then you don't have worry about the tubing because YOU'LL BE ASLEEP!!!!!!!!!!" Apparently, not quite as much as he'd hoped, since he told Tina, "She kept saying, 'Take it out, take it out.'" So I'm going to be in bed by 9:30. Two days without food and I was hungry until it was over and I could eat.
He gave me photos!! And I thought LABOR AND DELIVERY NURSES worked with an unattractive body part!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. God sure knew what he was doing when He put our innards on the inside...
Very clever play on words, Mrs. VdK. I'm guessing that under my own circumstances then, I could safely say that I was "pooped". The doctor did compliment me on how "cleaned out" I was. I should say SO! Those salts go through you like, well, like salts. Honestly, the things medical people give you compliments about...
two days w/ out food so they can stick pipes up you.....now, who thought of that idea?
I think my doc wants me to schedule a tube job....not looking forward to it.....hmm, if I don't have anyone to chauffeur me home, can I continue to put it off?
I tried to tell them I would drive myself home and didn't get anywhere. And after 8mg of Versed, 150mg of Demerol, and 25mg of Benadryl (apparently so I would shut up), I can't say driving would've been a good idea. Not only that they blow you full of air so they can see better, so your driver ought to be someone you're close to, who really likes you for YOU. I was scoped from both ends, which essentially turned me into a double-barreled shotgun. Fortunately, our family finds flatulence amusing, or it would've been a long, sad ride for Neaksis, my dad, and the two kids. It helps that my dad is pretty deaf. And did I mention his sense of smell is not too good either? No, you can't drive yourself, Cinderella. As rock-headed as I am, even I can see that my original idea was a bad one. On the plus side, you won't remember a thing about it. I thought my dad couldn't remember his scopings and dilatings because he's 93 and getting senile... Turns out that wasn't it.
C umm dont drive yourself. My mom recently had hers and well she was so out of it. I had to work so DH took her to and from. They got her all med up and checked her in *literally* and told her to reschedule it wasnt a clear enough day ...
So she left feeling pretty good with the meds but wow to do it again in a few weeks... Not good. I guess I get to endure this trip this time...
You're certainly welcome to join in with us. It's just friendly chat, although I'm not sure the story of my colonoscopy was necessarily the introduction that I'd have chosen to make your acquaintance. Oh, well...
Your mom needs to have 2 doses of phospho-soda (the Safeway brand works just fine), approximately 24 hrs. apart. I got to have a meal Sunday morning early, then nothing but clear liquids the rest of the day, and nothing by mouth after 7AM the next morning for a procedure that was scheduled at 3:20 in the afternoon. I have never BEEN so clean. I was also starving, until they filled me up with air and took away my appetite. But today has been nice...
So, how does this relate to feminine hygiene products? Tubes up your innards sounds like something that should be a punishment for which we would be richly compensated. Not something we pay someone to do to us.
I'm determined to only ever have CT or MR scans, I figure they will be extremely advanced in the near future. especially in a teaching hospital with all the new mod cons -
The they'd only have to drug me if they find things to do. Luckily not my area of practice
oh yeah and great news today!! we are getting a new children's hospital, research centres , clinics, the whole thing!!
Parenting is exhausting. I've changed my mind, it can wait until I'm older. Picked Mikey up for mum at 2.30 & it's 6.17 now and he's run me ragged. I mean it's like being sucked dry in a loving little brother way of course
and my feet are killing me, 15 hours in ED 5 traffic accidents, 22 overdoses and countless lazy sods with a cold thinking they have the flu, if they did they'd know all about it. Hey take a panodol and go to bed. not a very understanding bedside manner after so many hours in the pit.
I love the no diaper days. I wish I was a stay at home mom *wait did I say that??* I loved being home with the kids when I was. I hate having half days and them in daycare while I work till 10pm or so at night.
Ethan starts kinder this yr And Bethanee is becoming more adventerous...ack
Hello everyone... T&L...sorry you are going through all these tests! Yuk! There must be a reason for them, but I am hoping all is well!
I spent last tuesday through saturday helping at my friends house. She was not doing well and had to leave a day earlier than planned. All of the house was packed and the yard sale done, and her kids took off sunday morning with it. All through the week I kept noticing similarities betweeen my MIL and this friend. Same diseases, temperaments, personalities, dishes and so much more. Even the same perfume. I told my H that the symptoms for this pancreatic cancer were eerily similar to what MIL is going through right now.
Yesterday I called MIL and got FIL instead. He had just returned from taking MIL to the hospital. (He had just returned from a trip to Alaska, walked in the door and said "it's hospital time isn't it?"). Off they went. I called her this morning and she told me they did a lot of x-rays and a cat scan on her stomach and asked her if cancer runs in the family. My heart sank. I am waiting to hear. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.
Maybe that is why I went through that with my friend last week. Saying good bye as she left and I saw her alive for the last time. (That sucks!). Right in the middle of the yard sale that I was in charge of. Anyway, waiting and wondering. MIL says she doesn't think it is cancer. Her stomach problems that have escalated a lot lately, and the increased back pain are exactly what my friend had right before they checked her for cancer.
Makes the 6 steroid injections in my neck today seem like a walk in the park.
I DON'T THINK SO! Criminy girl, that sounds awful! Oh my gosh, I have heard those shots can be painful in the joints, but what about yours? And most of all, did it/will it help?
(((((Cinderella))))
P.S. I haven't heard yet on MIL tests...they still hadn't read the CT Scan Not sure what the hurry is?? Come on already. Oh well. Maybe it is nothing anyway.
Actually they inserted the 6 needles between C4 and C7 - one on each side at each cervical joint....then they shoot in the lidocaine then they inject the steroid cocktail. Yeah, I do feel a little better already.
I have 2 herniated disks and some pretty heavy duty arthritis in there and I do not want the neurosurgeon to get ahold of me yet....don't want my longish pretty good middle aged neck scarred up.
Cinderella...did you see that Randy Pausch died last night? It is on foxnews.com.
Such a terrible thing, this cancer stuff.
I haven't heard anything yet from MIL. I called her yesterday and they still hadn't told her what they found, but she thought if it was anything important they would have already been there. Not sure if that is true. Maybe. I know she said the hospital was packed when she arrived, making her wait many hours for a room and at one time they were going to transfer her to another hosp. due to space limitations. I guess she was pretty bad when she got there. No blood pressure etc. etc. She doesn't remember much of it.
My experience with hospitals leads me to believe that if you were in one and can't recall much about it, you're not missing much, and didn't have any fun worth remembering!
My experience with hospitals leads me to believe that if you were in one and can't recall much about it, you're not missing much, and didn't have any fun worth remembering!
I know this is hard to believe, but the hospital I had DS and DD in makes the best fried chicken...EVER!
I wanna work in Kimber's hospital ...... even the staff cafe here has 'healthy' food. ANYONE WOULD THINK WE ARE PATIENTS!!
I want comfort food.
meat pies, chips with gravy, KFC, Jacks - I think that's burger king for you guys, Mac's, chinese, mex, now I'm drooling. Loads of sour cream. yummy
My boss says I'm loosing far too much weight, well I wouldn't if they had REAL food would I. You come home at 2.00am and eat' healthy' you just about puke. Pizza, 4 sugars in my Latte and Gelati after. Just like going to a night club! That's food.
and just WHY would they want you to enjoy tasty food? It might not be good for you. Of course, depression is not good for you and bad food can lead to depression, can't it.
Tell them chocolate comes from beans.....therefore, it is good for you. Milk chocolate has calcium and is healthier than potato chips.
and just WHY would they want you to enjoy tasty food? It might not be good for you. Of course, depression is not good for you and bad food can lead to depression, can't it.
Tell them chocolate comes from beans.....therefore, it is good for you. Milk chocolate has calcium and is healthier than potato chips.
Yes, but chocolate covered potato chips are TO DIE FOR!
I wanna work in Kimber's hospital ...... even the staff cafe here has 'healthy' food. ANYONE WOULD THINK WE ARE PATIENTS!!
I want comfort food.
meat pies, chips with gravy, KFC, Jacks - I think that's burger king for you guys, Mac's, chinese, mex, now I'm drooling. Loads of sour cream. yummy
My boss says I'm loosing far too much weight, well I wouldn't if they had REAL food would I. You come home at 2.00am and eat' healthy' you just about puke. Pizza, 4 sugars in my Latte and Gelati after. Just like going to a night club! That's food.
Now I'll have to go get some food, hungry now.
Just don't tell on me to mum
Mrs vdK
You come here, Mrs. VDK, and I'll make certain you eat well.
You and the Mr. will always be welcome in so'Texas....so long as you stow your mum, Mikey and dad in your cases.
I might not know good sushi from bad....but they have some cooked shrimp tempura California rolls at Whole Foods near my house that are wonderful. And, who can resist barbeque. And who can resist Mexican. Notice, those aren't really questions.
She went to Montana--allegedly, there IS such a place--9 miles south of the Canadian border. No internet service till this week sometime, and then it's going to be dial-up. In the meantime, they were using her brother-in-law's internet until his puppy chewed up the cable and shut down the shop. So sometime in the next day or so she should be back online, in a carrier pigeon sort of way...
Yep, I knew about Montana, and yes it does exist. I used to live over der..just not as north as she is now. Now I live where Mick Jaggar french kisses (BARF). I thought she was to have internet so when there was nothing from her I thought something must be wrong! How could she live without us for this long? Puppies...babies...been there done that, no more please.
Not any of that awful dial-up, either. None of the cheap places had local numbers for way up here, we don't have long distance, and the high-speed was only $10 or so more a month than dial-up from our phone company.
They lost our first internet order, re-placed it yesterday, and told us it could be 10-15 days. Well, surprisesurprise, the internet guy dropped by today since he was in town anyway, to see if he could cross us off his list early.
We have a decent chance of thunderstorms tonight, and woohoooooooo I can now check my online weather, which is the only thing I missed almost as much as all of you.
Thanks for the surprise, Mrs. vdK, and I can't wait to see it! Welcome Pretty Face, and condolences to all else on their shots and flatulences. So much um, water under the um, bridge it's hard to keep up.
It may take a while, but you will be so interested to hear what it's like here. Here are a few pictures in the meantime; the first 7 are new. Sorry, I've got to fix supper and don't have time to link each one individually, but I'm too excited to wait.
Rella!! sorry to miss you but have a wonderful holiday!!
My idea of a holiday is a 5 star hotel with lots of room service ...pool service... bar service..... well just lots of service
Mrs vdK says her idea is 12 hour foot rubs while curled up on the lounge watching the Olympics ..... and a slave to get her food and drink or her husband home and a no visitors sign out front!! lol
Neak I am glad all is going well .... well as good as moving ever goes I guess ? I mean just unpacking looks a nightmare!
I think back on when I had to shift the whole house while Aussie was doing what he does best ... somewhere... and I just packed up the kids...clothes...furniture... and hoped it was delivered ... eventually. Don't know if I could do it all over again like I used to every 2 years or so.
It still "LOOKS" cold even now!! But then anything below 30 is cold to me Things are good here...very busy... lots of support work required ... mostly we all get through the days one by one ... as you do. and most days are pretty busy with Mikey.. work... house .... I want a maid .. or mum
Poor Dervish is getting very lonely after 2 weeks as an only child. I just found him sitting in a lawn chair (the same one he used to watch the lightning storm in) out next to the road, just in case someone might pass by.
I'll bet he misses his sibling(s)! (I don't know how many there are). He will love it when they are all together again. Then it will be the life!! It is a good life out in the sticks.
We live in rural America and there is nothing better in my opinion-especially for kids! I have memories of mine on one big adventure after another just using their plain ole imagination. I remember my son wandering off to the slough with a bucket and a stick, frogs in buckets all over the yard (sometimes in jars in the house), ahhhhh. It was all good.
Do I understand it right? You are moving there? Or just visiting. Not sure.
I love living rural but that's sort of out for us these days. used to take long walks every day... watch the sheep and cattle .... splash through the streams for marron ...like lobster but fresh water... take the kids to neighbours for a cuppa.... fish.... have picnics .... all away from the maddening crowds. Fun.
not great fun for teens I guess at times. Safer though.
I guess Neak that its not much fun to be a Dervish if you have no peers to Dervish with. But enjoy the QUIET and the PEACE ......... it will all be back to normal pretty soon !!!
anyone doing more than washing for the weekend? we have been rained out all week and looks like the weekend is going the same way. can't complain we've been in drought last 5 years or so.
Dear Grandpa, Noah, Auntie, Damon, Tiggy, Mommy, and Daddy,
I miss you. (NB: He didn't miss me - he hit me with a kangaroo, and several other small items.) I want you come to Montana. Wish that you can come in a plane.
I will drive a oh! Grandpa! I get to a giant tractor, drive it! And Noah, that's the same as you - I get to drive a tractor. It makes hay balls for cows to eat.
Mom and Dad are going to watch me drive a big tractor, which makes hay. But. I don't fink Dad will let me open the hatchet for the hays. I might make a hay ball, but I don't fink I can open the hatchet to make the hay ball come out. Mom said would this take a long time to find a little needle in a giant hay. Stack.
And this is from Devon and Diesel. Diesel is our cat. Baby cat. And. I don't like to change the litter box. It is stinky.
And at noon, there's a couple big yellow sirens every noon they go off so we know it's time to eat.!
And Damon and Tiggy, Mom fought I was going to sit just on the back porch, but I was way way waaaaaayyyyyyyyy out there where lightning was. And Damon, you'll love the lightning at night-time. Because I fink you can read a ma-zine wif the lightning storm which we had up in Montana.
Auntie, Diesel is so cute! Cuter than YOUR kitties! (Mom, do you fink Auntie will be angry, or do you fink she will fink this is funny?) That's all I want to say.
What does the rest of the world know about Montana? well the Australian part of the world?
Well its probably where Hannah came from so teens will love it
And the name comes from a Spanish word meaning mountains - I read a Louis Lamour book
has the third lowest population density in the United States - Sat TV is great isn't it
Montana and Canada share a 545 mile (877 km because I have trouble with miles ) border.. Australia doesn't have any border with anyone .... just lots of ocean.,.... no no hold on... we have borders down in our Antarctic territories with Argentina & Chile..... Norway and New Zealand... though what we want with 5,896,500 km² of ice is beyond me. Maybe we are planning to float the ice to Australia to cure the drought?
some of the MT views look spectacular.... like St Mary lake area ... now thats a camping area... my fav camping area in Australia is in the Karri Valley 5 star resort right in the middle of the karri forest down south ... about 300kms away.... ok any 5 star resort
MT is where Custers scouts told him 'you're in deep kaka' at the Battle of the Greasy Grass ... I watch the History channel sometimes
It has part of the Yellowstone park ... I think we are mining our parks up north for China or someone... though when you have parks so far away its a bit hard to actually find out whats going on a 1000km or more away.
In MT 94.8% of the population aged 5 and over speak English at home whereas in Australia we don't speak English at all. Ask anyone from the UK.
it has 3 nicknames ... Treasure State... Big Sky Country... The Last Best Place .......... I want to dispel rumours that its called the 'The Icebox" ... that's another rumour
Montana shepherds spent many lonely hours piling rocks into high stacks called cairns. ................. ummm .............. WHY ????????????????
In Butte, Montana, it's legal to shoot anyone who deliberately mispronounces the city's name and giggles........ I don't THINK this is true but you know how rumours get around
The state bird of Montana is the Meadowlark, which terrorizes the skies above the state's human residents much as their prehistoric pterodactyl ancestors did :eek:
The first bobsled track in North America was built at Lolo Pass, Montana in 1965 in the hopes that it would enable the American Olympic team to finally defeat those feisty Jamaicans..... I think this is just a big fib!!! I mean defeating the Jamaicans ...... HAH ... as if !!!
I can't think of anything else ......... but give me time
Auntie has responded to the Dervish's attempt to communicate...
Dear Devon,
There I was sitting at my computer when I saw an email from Devon. At first, I was like "Whoa! Who's Devon? Must be spam..." Then I was like, "Oh, I remember Devon. He was that little kid that used to hang around here. I wondered where he's been."
So how have you been, Kevon? It must be nice in Minnesota where you are. I am glad that you are doing lots of farming. That is a nice thing for a little boy to do. Maybe you will be a farmer when you grow up. Of course, that won't be for a long time since you are only 6. (He's 7.)
We just finished eating the corn that my dad, Donald, grew for us. You remember him, don't you Stevon? It is the first corn to be ready from the corn patch. We planted a corn patch at my mom and dad's house this year. We planted lots of other things, too. You should come see it some time.
Well, I need to go for worship. We are having Friday night sundown worship now. We do that because we are Seventh-day Adventists. Maybe while you are up there in Maine you can go visit one of the Adventist churches there. Must go. Email me again sometime, Devine. I always love to hear from an old friend.
AW, loved the compare and contrast about MT and Aussie-land. You know a lot more about Montana than I do, but now I know more than I did.
Devine hasn't written to his auntie yet because he gotted a playmate. Some of the church people had their son home from college, accompanied by his very nice girlfriend. We all went out to their farm for the evening and supper, and my lonely, pathetic little boy had so much fun!
The son was a very good sport and let Devine play with a bunch of his old toys. Shortly before we left, an RC helicopter came out. I'm not too sure if the problem was the heli or the pilot, but on its second flight it nearly gave one of the cats a reverse mohawk.
We roasted veggie hot dogs over the fire, made smores, and had a wonderful time.
When it was time to go, we reminded Devine to get the last little bit of his juice, which he had brought in a plastic water bottle. He disappeared in the house for a minute, came out with 3 styrofoam cups, and proceeded to pour his much-slobbered juice out to share with everyone. I whispered to them to NOT drink it, and just hold it till we left, just in case they weren't able to guess what that bottle might have been through in the preceding 24 hours.
In all fairness, the little hoodlum wanted very much to write his auntie, but didn't have a turn on the computer while we were home. Tune in tomorrow for the dramatic conclusion to...
"Mommy, why did Auntie write to me with all those funny words?"
Only time for a quick note, but I had to share the latest in the IL drama. Let's just say that, though I dare not hope it is permanent, there has been a significant rift that was none of my doing.
About a week ago, AJ & his brother went out to another brother's house, where MIL's pickup had broken down. They worked for a while, fixed it for her, and since AJ had nothing else to drive at the moment, he brought it here and let her know it was working again.
Friday they came over for a few minutes, as nice as could be, and AJ gave them the key for the pickup. They thanked him for fixing it. After we thought they left, they went through BIL's trailer out back and took some stuff that may or may not have been rightfully theirs, but that's a whole nuther tale. (The Dervish had a blow-by-blow account of it, lol. Why didn't he just tell us at the time??? I guess it didn't seem important.)
Well, the next morning, with nothing at all happening different that we know of, MIL was loudly trumpeting throughout the family that she was going to call the sheriff on AJ, to come over to the house with her and make him give back her pickup. I don't know if she ever actually called, but it was gone when we got back from church.
AJ has handled it very well, maintaining a Christlike disposition, while understanding a need to distance himself from the blatantly manufactured drama.
My guess is it will be a while before she comes back to borrow a cup of sugar, rofl!
well Rella I was always concerned about those sheep ... now my mind is at rest .... at last lol
I wonder how much it would take me to get those fishing rules up & running here????????
I don't know ... bomb or rocket at city council proceedings may actually help things along a bit.
Its about time the squirrels got their way
The revolving water sprinkler law wouldn't work here... usually the neighbourhood kids are running under any and all they can get to
Now come on!!!! the law on the game of “folf” about not to be played at night is just NOT fair!!!!! really I think they over stepped the mark this time!!!!
Neak the IL saga seems to be so weird I have nothing to say .... what a fib .. I have lots to say .... just not about IL's ....... I do hope they gently go away when they get like that. AJ did so good. Say 'allo to him for me and Liz and Mikey. Heard nothing from the old man.... neither has anyone ... just that he's in country .. one does not ask which country
well off to bed need to start 6.30 tomorrow .... Liz & Hayley have been sleep for hours the lucky things. Mikeys playing musical beds .. Hayley looks so cute with a toddler ..... son hurry up home and marry the girl ... few baby girls would be nice
I want a house overlooking the beach....and a boat so I can go and visit the dolphins.....and maybe a very large and friendly picture of me on the bottom of the boats so the dolphins will know how to find me so we can talk to each other.
And AW, irritating but no surprise that you haven't heard from Aussierabia. You would think that with all the technology, they'd be able to figure out some way to keep in touch with everybody.
I know I only need to worry if a car stops outside at an odd hour.
But its frustrating darn it all ! lol
We are all waiting for October .. maybe November
Good to see the Dervish getting some distraction .... bet he never thought he'd miss his peers huh? lol but the pot hole digging.. isn't that just the cutish!!!!!!
I remember Mikey just not wanting to let go of daddy.. he didn't understand much except he knew his dad was going away. No screams but just big gasping tears running down his little face. .. might have been a little moisture in dads as well
bet Neak is missing Neaksis and mum & dad & the munchkins too huh? ..... Ok we won't mention that then will we.
Bozeman has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in the front yard of a home after sundown, but only if they're nude. That may explain the late night run for a pair of socks in this town!
In Helena a woman can't dance on a table in a saloon or bar unless she has on at least three pounds, two ounces of clothing. I guess those folks don't know the likes of buxom strippers like Pandora Peaks who can wear next to nothing and it would still weigh a few pounds.
Tennessee laws: It is illegal to use a lasso to catch a fish.
In Dyersburg, it is illegal for a woman to call a man for a date.
In Bristol it is illegal for a woman to stop in the street to adjust, straighten or pull up her stockings.
In Memphis it is illegal for a woman to drive a car unless there is a man either running or walking in front of it waving a red flag to warn approaching motorists and pedestrians.
In Tennessee it is illegal to shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile.
California laws:
It is illegal to skateboard on walls "or other vertical surfaces" in Palo Alto.
Wearing a sweatshirt inside-out is deemed a "threatening misdemeanor" in Half-Moon Bay.
In 1930, the City Council of Ontario (California) passed an ordinance forbidding roosters to crow within the city limits.
In Los Angeles, you cannot bathe two babies in the same tub at the same time. (Loony Laws" by Robert Pelton)
In California, animals are banned from mating publicly within 1,500 feet of a tavern, school, or place of worship. (Loony Laws" by Robert Pelton)
Peeling an orange in your hotel room is banned in California (Legal Lunacy)
San Francisco is said to be the only city in the nation to have ordinances guaranteeing sunshine to the masses.
Redwood City has outlawed the frying of gravy.
In Santa Clara, it is forbidden to dedicate parking spaces to the patron saint of television.
Prostitutes in San Francisco are not obliged to make change for bills larger than $50.
The city of Mountain View proscribes calling pet fish by "names of aggressive content, e.g. 'Biter', 'Killer', 'Sugar-Ray'"
Bicycles may not be ridden without "appropriate fashion accessories" anywhere in Santa Clara County (de facto law).
In Blythe, California, a person must own two cows in order to legally wear cowboy boots in public.
In Los Angeles, a man is legally entitled to beat his wife with a leather belt or strap, but the belt can't be wider than 2 inches, unless he has his wife's consent to beat her with a wider strap. (Loony Laws" by Robert Pelton)
It is illegal to set a mousetrap without a hunting license.
Community leaders passed an ordinance that makes it illegal for anyone to try and stop a child from playfully jumping over puddles of water.
In L.A. it is against the law to complain through the mail that a hotel has cockroaches, even if it is true.
It is illegal to drive more than two thousand sheep down Hollywood Blvd. at one time.
It is illegal to whistle for a lost canary before 7 am in Berkeley, CA.
In California, it is illegal to posses bear gall bladders.
In California, it is illegal to trip horses for entertainment. Australian laws:
Although children are not allowed to legally buy cigarettes, they can legally smoke
Only a fully qualified electrician may change your broken light bulb. Otherwise you may receive a fine of $10.
When going outside, cats in the town of Longhorn must wear three bells on their collar to warn of their approach to birds.
Under Australian Communications Authority (ACA) legislation and the Telecommunications Act (1991) a modem may not connect on the first ring. Doing so will invalidate the operator’s ACA permit and may result in a fine.
In Victoria it is illegal to wear “hot pink pants” after 12 noon on a Sunday. Thailand laws:
When a man is driving he must always wear a shirt
It is illegal to leave your house if you are not wearing any underwear.
Folks, I'm not making these up....I'm just finding them.
In this life I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd like to come back as a Montana bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too. When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. Even papa bears have been known to do a runner when mama wakes up mean............ I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
In light of the rising frequency of human/grizzly bear conflicts, the Montana Department of Fish and Game is advising hikers, hunters, and fishermen to take extra precautions and keep alert for bears while in the field.
They advise that outdoorspeople ..... see how EO I am? .... should wear noisy little bells on their clothing. They also advise outdoorspeople to carry pepper spray with them in case of an encounter with a bear. I wonder where the bear gets salt. It is also a good idea to watch out for fresh signs of bear activity, outdoors people should recognize the difference between black bear and grizzly bear poop. Black bear poop is smaller and contains lots of berries and squirrel fur. Grizzly bear poop is larger and has little bells in it and smells like pepper.
**************************************************************** Guests staying at the Best Western Motel in Whitefish Montana, received a shock when 'a cute, little bear' strolled into the hotel grounds and climbed into the swimming pool with them.
The motel manager informed all that the bear appeared to enjoy its dip and was no danger to the other guests, it had already eaten its fill over at his competition next door.
Did you know that Montana is home to the shortest river in the world. Roe River is about 200 feet long ......... then it becomes a glacier ......... in summer
I'm sure all this is true ... trust me I'm a public servant who gives advice to politicians
Although children are not allowed to legally buy cigarettes, they can legally smoke ... and do
Only a fully qualified electrician may change your broken light bulb. Otherwise you may receive a fine of $10........... boy am I in trouble
When going outside, cats in the town of Longhorn must wear three bells on their collar to warn of their approach to birds...... not bad .... Aussies wants to shoot them
Under Australian Communications Authority (ACA) legislation and the Telecommunications Act (1991) a modem may not connect on the first ring. Doing so will invalidate the operator’s ACA permit and may result in a fine......... we do second best the best
In Victoria it is illegal to wear “hot pink pants” after 12 noon on a Sunday. ... and so it should be !!!!
and in WA if more than 3 people meet its a crowd and you need a permit
and you can buy all the speeding radar warning equipment you like and install it in your car ... but you aren't allowed to use it.
and in Perth its an offence to ride your horse if you have drunk more than 5 glasses of beer and you can be fined if you leave your horse unattended while left unsecured to appropriate street tie stations. Gosh how tough is that
Neak, that little man is a thinker! You have your hands full. That's not the kind of imagination I was thinking about when I said I like the rural life, kids using their imagination, playing all day, etc. I think he needs someone to play with!! But I can only imagine the adventures he could lead if he had followers!!
AW, I can't imagine what you go through, waiting for word. A young man (my son's friend) lived with us when he went to basic training, returned and then was deployed. It was awful, but not the same as with a relative. He made it back safely and wanted badly to return, but then along comes a girl...that talk has stopped.
Today was the funeral for my friend that had the pancreatic cancer. She only made it 3 weeks and 2 days after diagnosis. Ironically, my MIL (who I said earlier is soooo much like my friend in many ways) was to get out of the hospital today, after 2 weeks and 1 day. She had a hole in her heel operated on last week and they are treating it for MRSA as a precaution since she had it in that foot before. She is diabetic and has had foot surgeries before. The stomach scans show spots on the pancreas but no cancer. ?? I don't know what that means but I still don't like it. It stresses me out. I feel helpless.
I got home from the funeral and the first message on my machine was FIL and instead of going home, MIL went to ICU. She has congestive heart failure now. H and I went for a little ride and FIL called while we were gone and told son they have her stabilized but she is not getting better. Not sure what that means. I know one day she won't get better. She has been in the hospital 5 times this year. 8 last year. It's been a tough day. Emotionally spent.
Sorry to rain on everyone's parade but I needed to get this out. Thanks.
I really enjoyed all the silly laws you guys found!
I am sorry to hear about your friend and your MIL's illness... I pray she will get better.
I also think that young man was lucky to have you to worry about him!! It doesn't matter if he or she is a relative.. its the caring that's important ... that they know someone back home just cares.
But I am happy to hear he's not that eager to go back now .... woman have that sort of effect .... no matter how proud we are of our men we don't want them hurt or in harms way ...
{{{{{{{{{MAL}}}}}}}}}}} So sorry you have to worry. Let us know how she is, k?
Well I just had an experience that further illustrates how this is like a whole different world here.
The garbage men came about 0630 to empty all 3 cans. A few minutes later, I went out to clean out the car. The G-men happened to be driving by and saw me walking over to the trash can with a bag. They stopped, asked if I had just thrown some trash away, and proceeded to collect it so I could still start the week out fresh!
I'm going to be looking over my shoulder now every time I go out there, lololol. "Ma'am, did we just catch you throwing trash in your cans again?"
Thanks for the hugs ladies! We haven't heard anything yet this morning, and the last word before bed last night was that she was stabilized but not improving. Waiting for FIL to report this morning but they are 1 hour behind us so it isn't as early a report as I would like. Did I mention it is congestive heart failure? Progress is slow with that.
Neak, it is the good life!! People do stuff like that around here too! That's how I met my friend. She brought us food. She wasn't able to get out of her car, so she would either call from down the road and tell me to come outside, or honk when she pulled up and I would go out and get whatever she had for us (and the rest of the neighborhood).
And I've had the garbage guy come get my can if it's not out to the road when he comes. Pretty cool!!!
I tried to send that last night but it didn't make it. I am so sorry you are going through these trials. I would come have some hot tea and cookies with you if I could.
We had a great lightning storm last night, and some good rain, too.
It's a good thing we had that heat wave in CA before I came out here. There is no air conditioning, and the house gets up to 80 every day, and often higher. Yesterday it got to 86. Now, it was starting to feel a bit warm by then, but this morning when I woke up and it was down to 72, I was quite chilly. :RollieEyes:
Just before the storm hit last night, the wind kicked up, and picked up most of the alkali out of the dry alkali pond down the street. I had to dash out and get my clothes off the line so they wouldn't get covered with the stinky, bad-tasting white powder. It was much like a sandstorm, with visibility down to almost zero, and dust flying everywhere. Mucho impressivo.
Ye small Dervish doesn't do so well with thunder, no surprise, but managed to enjoy it anyway, when he wasn't hiding his head down in the crack of the couch, between AJ and me.
Dad should be gone by now, on his way back out here with the kids.
Working frantically, not posting so much. I am clinging to the hope of being finished by Sept 1 (technically Sept 2 since the 1st is a holiday), and making it into the pool to be considered for publication next spring. Otherwise, if accepted, it wouldn't go through until 2010.
Very different than the other books, and not a Bible story. Exactly.
Hi Neak.. T&L... MAL ... Cinders .... Kimmy and lots of friends that would fill the page before anything else1 lol but still love you all.
Neak great to see the kids on their way..... Dervish will be happy I am sure ... country life ... well just a tad more country life than before forget clean kids for a while ... they will be investigating lots ... just keep them away from old wells or bores and things. I had to lock mine with a chain and steel lids lol JJ used to get way too interested in them.
All very busy here this weekend.... still not caught up with cleaning and washing ... and who wants too?
Mikey is happy as Larry at pre-Kindy .... doesn't miss me at all lol and doesn't want to come home ... fav word is ... NO!! Before I know it he'll be starting school ... unfair lol
hope all are doing fine ... where is SS .... on holidays again?
Neak get back to typing ... I see you eating that Lindt choccy!!!
In Memphis it is illegal for a woman to drive a car unless there is a man either running or walking in front of it waving a red flag to warn approaching motorists and pedestrians.
Oooooh! I've been a baaaaad girl! Guess I need to make a red flag and tell Lord Clueless that he has to walk in front of my truck in Memphis!
Somehow, I don't think the man has enough NERVE to get in front of my truck while I'm driving it!
Hahaha! Lord help any man that gets in front of a woman driver...ESPECIALLY with a red flag! That would be like the bull and the bullfighter!! Thud, down goes the man.
Hahaha! Lord help any man that gets in front of a woman driver...ESPECIALLY with a red flag! That would be like the bull and the bullfighter!! Thud, down goes the man.
Especially when you consider how often he ticks me off!!
I knew you meant to say "stinker" and I understood you completely.
I try so hard to conceal my lisp!! How did you know? I've been working so hard on it...dang.
You're too funny!
Ya know what's not funny? I had to cover my potatoes tonight...it just feels cold out there and I don't want them to freeze again like they did in July! Neak was cold and it was what?? 70 degrees did she say? It was 35 here this morning. It will be freezing every morning by the end of the month. That's why I have a greenhouse. I have grown tomatoes into November..because I turned the heater on in the greenhouse!
The irony is, I love cold weather best of all. I love when it's rainy and foggy for days on end. I love when it freezes, and better still when it snows.
But my body has gotten used to hot, so here I am bundled up in a blankie to ward off the 66 deg temp in the house, when normally I waltz around in shorts and a T at 60-65.
now that I think about it ... I spent so much time while a .. um younger person ... at the beach
Kimmy ... I don't know what that word 'snow' is either .... I think it's a rumour really .... cold is when its not 100 in the shade isn't it?????? :crosseyedcrazy:
cold is when its not 100 in the shade isn't it??????
We had a bit of a cool front yesterday, rain and storms with a high of 87.
Newslady this morning giggled and admitted that she turned on her car HEATER yesterday.
AW, we are hermanas.
There is a reason I have a wave tattooed on my back.
I live for the water. There are few things that compare to the peace of sinking down to the bottom of the ocean (or lake, or river, or even pool) and drifting with the current....
If I could afford it, I would get one of those $200 above ground, you can set it up yourself, pools this fall and stash the kit till next summer....then float away my problems often next summer. My back yard is almost all shade so I would probably set up some sort of screen to keep the leaves out. There's almost no way to set it up in the sun and that stuff is NOT good for your skin. Especially if you are old enough to not want to look like leather.
They arrived shortly after 2am, and I got the kids up bright and early. Dad I allowed to sleep in quite a bit longer.
Today we are fixing up the MIL cottage, as that is where he wants to stay. Our privacy was one reason, and his study time is the other. (He is preaching again while he is here.) It's amazing what a broom and mop will do for a place. I've been too busy writing like a good little girl to even think of playing with my toys before this, but OH WHAT FUN!!!!!! It's all I can do not to leap in there with a paintbrush and make everything purty colors.
So sleepy now, think I will go to bed nice and early tonight. The kids sure ought to be tired, too.
Well, Neaksis, the 2 younger kids, and I are off to see big brother in juvenile concentration camp. 9 hrs. minimum in a car with 2 cranky travelers And then there's the 2 kids besides! :crosseyedcrazy: What fun. Carry on...
And I've decided to take my dad to one last reunion in HI in September so he can say good-bye to all his old friends. Are we ready for another travel blog about the adventures of Traveling with Gramps?
You will need to put GPS on him, just in case, lol.
What colors? Princess' room lavendar, boys' rooms maybe very light green, not sure yet, living room light yellow, kitchen stays white, bathroom light blue-with-just-a-hint-of-purplish, and stairway probably tan, whatever is durable.
Dad is off with the boys (AJ & BIL) right now. It is raining lightly, but just enough to impede work, which is why AJ/BIL got back from work almost as soon as they left.
Mr. C is DELIGHTED that we will most likely have thunderstorms today.
And the kids are all bundled up in coats, lololol......inside.
I was thinking about dirt colors...at least till the kids grow up.
My princess numereo dos would ADORE lavendar walls. Anything purple...ANYTHING.
She's got a purple satin bedspread...her sister has a hot pink satin bedspread. The girls will be sharing cos the girl's room is the biggest (how do you know it's a girl's room asked DS8..."duh," replied DD12, "it's the one with the window seat, sheesh!"). The boys will have their own rooms for the first...
time...
ever...
I've a feeling that we're gonna be in for some midnight wanderings.
Not from DS4 - he sleeps the sleep of Wookies and polar bears (snuggled up with tons of blankies). DS8 HATES to sleep alone.
WHEEEEE!
I was thinking "icy" colors for the bathrooms...like an icy green or blue. The kid's bathroom is fishes...fishing hats, rods, a fish shower curtain...
11 pm and just got home ....... Mikey asleep in the car on the way home .... shopping in the back .... Liz asleep in the back seat
18 hrs in the ED and she's exhausted. Not that I'm feeling too spritely myself lol
Painting... I smell ....... renovations ...
sadly my house looks like a bomb hit it ... I've taken the carpets and most of the furniture out of the bedrooms so I can begin putting the new wooden floors down ... polished Bamboo wood ... looks a bit like a mix between cherry & pine ... then I'll have to paint ALL the house. .. I wonder how Aussie would take rose pink in the bedroom ?? ... of course you realise that GREEN is banned in our house :RollieEyes:
Mikey just about killed me getting him out of the car ... how can someone so young weigh so much!!!!!!
Deadlines loom at work, and at home, but I love you all, and would be here if I could.
I am in need of repentance. My youngest son gets married tomorrow, and I haven't told any one on MB yet. Don't feel too bad though. One of our married sons didn't get his invitation, and my W's sister hasn't gotten her's yet either. Life is like that sometimes.
Anyway, please forgive me. I mean well, but am sorely lacking in the execution of my good intentions.
May God bless you and keep you safe. This request is made daily, and in earnest.
SS, I've been wondering about you. Good to hear from you-and it sounds like you are very busy!
Kimmy and Neak...I want to paint too!! At the end of last winter I was looking so hard for a new bedspread/comforter so I could totally redo my bedroom. I wanted to do it while H was working out of town and surprise him. I never found a comforter I liked so it never got done. I still want to do it but I am enjoying summer too much. I have a lot of little projects like that to do and maybe this winter will be the one.
Remember when I covered the potatoes the other night? Good thing! It got down to 35 degrees and a light frost. The last 3 nights actually. I hate it when that starts! It even stunts and kills the bleeding hearts. Pretty short season this year! That's why I have a greenhouse. Not much lives outside to maturity. And about that snow stuff...it's cold! And it's white. And we get a lot of it. But not until October (usually).
Ya know what? My youngest bought his first car yesterday. He has had a couple of freebies, but not real reliable. He needed a car that was trustworthy since he'll be leaving for COLLEGE in 10 days! Crap! I don't know what to think. H and I will be here all by ourselves every other week (21 yr. old still lives here) and I'm not sure about all this. Big changes.
AW, you are always so busy! I don't know how you keep up with it all. I don't think I could handle just Mikey! I'm just getting too old!
Oh, MIL is still in the hospital. She may be released to a nursing home tomorrow and that is for an unknown (to me) time. She is getting better but that is a relative term. The other day she couldn't stand up. She just didn't have the strength. Sad. I think reality is setting in for her. I so wish I could be there but it is 13 hours away and I am trying to get this kid off to school and then...???...maybe I can go. I hope she doesn't die before then.
All's well I guess...another day, more adventures.
We're up in ID at juvenile concentration camp visiting Neaksis' oldest adoptee. There are 14 boys here right now, and her adopted daughter has been grievously, annoyingly titillated by the proximity of so much testosterone, immature though it may be. She was doing her extremely poor best to be alluring today at church and Neaksis remarked to me, "Poor baby, trying so hard to be a femme fatale and all she can manage is a femme fatality!"
We're up in ID at juvenile concentration camp visiting Neaksis' oldest adoptee. There are 14 boys here right now, and her adopted daughter has been grievously, annoyingly titillated by the proximity of so much testosterone, immature though it may be. She was doing her extremely poor best to be alluring today at church and Neaksis remarked to me, "Poor baby, trying so hard to be a femme fatale and all she can manage is a femme fatality!"
Well, he's got a WAY better idea after 16 months here than he had when he came. I am so encouraged by him. Of course the acid test will be putting him back into the home with the swirling maelstrom that is his younger bio-siblings. But that's not for a few months yet. In the meantime, we just get to admire his progress!
Really glad to hear John was doing ok and seems to be improving in leaps and bounds. I do pray the return is a peaceful one .... well as peaceful as such things with bros and sisters can be at such ages :crosseyedcrazy:
Also pretty impressed with Neaksis and T&L taking on so much ... me I'm a piker .... 3 kids is the limit ... well along with their assorted partners and spouses ... ok some young lost blokes from the regiment as well ... nothing wrong with them that some good mothering won't cure ..... the nagging... I mean reinforcing ... shoes off the couch ... feet off the table .... what's the 'magic' word ??? ... ... and then they get sent away ... But I think you two are just wonderful for taking that all on.
Spent a heap on new stove and bench top this weekend ... Smeg .. cost an arm and a leg but Neak and MAL and Rella all talking about renovations got me going ... now I have to get the floor down... the sliding glass door in ... paint some rooms ... AND get the new stove and gas bench top in ........ whats happens if Aussie comes home BEFORE the New Years ????? I think he'll eventually notice the mess
Neak I couldn't help it ... truly ... when you said you were going to buck some hay .. (well hey ... that's fun .. not ) ... the music just popped into my head ... its not my fault really ... Beverley Hillbillies .. was on late on the Sat TV ...
We went swimming today at the public pool near Boise ID. I dived off the high dive once, mainly because Neaksis doubted my ability to do it. "It soars. It flies. It plunges into the depths. IT DOES TRICKS!!!!!!!!!" It says, "See, I TOLD you I could do it." :RollieEyes:
Dad says to tell Mom that history is still holding true.
House puka = rain
Also, he will not be leaving till Monday morning.
Love reading all the funny stuff, wish I had time to write more funny stuff myself. One funny thing was that last night was the first (small) thunderstorm since the gang got out here. AJ was surprised to wake up in the morning and find young Mr. Thunder crashed on the living room floor instead of his bedroom.
Also, I baked a quintuple batch of banana bread today. Whew!
Little backstory, my mom kept Boggle by her chair and her, my sister and I would play A LOT. Mom bought Rebekah a Boggle and we've begun playing A LOT.
But Boggle came loaded on my computer, and I play people from around the US nearly every weekend.
It
is
the
BEST!
It would be so worth it to buy, but you can play it free online - without, but without the challenges. Still good practise, tho!
LOVE IT.
When I'm in my dotage and the kids have moved out, I am SO going to go to Boggle tourneys.
Had to take AJ to the hosp in the middle of the night for difficulty breathing. Apparently all this trouble he's been having is due to asthma, brought on by ???
2 breathing treatments and some IV steroids later, and he's fine except for all the sore muscles from coughing and wheezing for hours before he gave up and went in.
He has to visit the doc later today and get some inhalers. That's my last 12 hours in a nutshell.
I think if you get sick, due to environmental considerations, less than 2 months after you move there temporarily, it's just possible that it may not be an optimal place to plan to move to permanently. That's what I think. Not that anybody's asked me... :RollieEyes::MrEEk::RollieEyes:
Actually, we're all planning to move as soon as we can get houses ready and sold...probably not before late next summer, at best, and then it will depend on the housing market. It will probably be easier to get a consensus between Neaksis and my husband, about a final destination, than with Neak, who has other, um, input she has to factor into her decision. I don't really plan to be a part of the decision-making. Wherever we go the weather won't be as good as where we are, and I have no particular preference for a particular variety of "bad". :RollieEyes: When people decide, they just need to let me know so I can start packing.
This family has special needs because of the post-molestation issues of 6 kids, and I think we need to be close enough to each other to provide back-up, etc. as needed. As it is! Regularly. For either of the two households with kids to be far away and all alone seems unwise to me, since there will be no help available when help is essential--and it WILL be. I'd bet my life on it. That was really the only reason I was willing to consider moving up somewhere to be a pimple on Canada's butt. It's not a place I would've chosen on my own, and it wouldn't break my heart if we ended up somewhere else.
Ten reasons to live in West Australia 1. There's no rioting on the beaches.... the Great White rules 2. We have four seasons, and you can guarantee you won't need your winter clothes .. its hot , followed by hot ... followed by hotter ... and then its summer 3. Even state houses have airconditioning.... well open windows anyway 4. You pay less tax north of the 56th parallel. 5. People can go up north a get a job in the mines and earn heaps, fly-in-fly-out... week on week off ... :twobyfour: 6. The fremantle doctor arrives every day in summer ... cool sea breeze about the time to crack open a beer or two 7. The further you go North from Perth the wilder, bigger and hotter it gets... 8. You can just keep going North.... 9. Some parts of Perth no-one was born in WA, and everyone is welcome.... 10 It's warm in the summer, but often not too warm compared to Death Valley or the Sahara :RollieEyes:
An American visitor says there are reasons not to live in West Australia............
Of the ten DEADLIEST snakes in the whole world our friends down under play host to .. ahem ... TEN of them!!! You thought the Cobra, Rattlesnake or Black Mamba were deadly? Think again
Don't be silly .... we hardly ever have a snake in the house ... until summer
But don't think it just ends there with some silly old snakes.. he he he he ... no siree bob. Aussies have it all. Deadly spiders in your bed, your clothes, octopus which bite and kill you, the great white shark, jellyfish which kill in minutes, platypus talons, crocs in the rivers which hunt you, centipedes lets not forget THAT experience ...way to go Aussies
You too could have a ginormous house like that...and Neaksis too...for under $200k.
Does that sweeten the pot any?
Oh...and the subdivision is ON a golf course.
I'll even let you drive our golf cart....
All kidding aside, what do you know about windmills, solar panels, rainwater harvesting/purification, composting, and composting utilizing vermiculture?
We're planning to be as self contained as possible by 2010-2011.
As soon as we move in we're going to put in solar panels and maybe a windmill. We're also going to put in an underground rainwater storage tank.
I've almost talked the Wookie into composting the dog poo utilizing vermiculture (worms)...it seems the safest way to be rid of the stuff, plus it becomes a nitrate rich fertilizer.
Oh my....I agree! That's an awful lot for even Big Ole' TEXAS!
I wonder which one will be the dog poo collector?? NOT IT! We've composted lots of stinky stuff, but not dog poo.
O.k. girls and boy(s), guess what today is? The first day of my retirement. Yep, took the last youngun off to school and today I am retired. No more MOM for me.
And guess what I did on my first day of retirement? I called my daughter (who I just saw yesterday), and then called my son (that I just dropped off last night), and I would have called my other son, but he was all ready at work.
Maybe I should try semi-retired for awhile and move into full on retirement later. I'm sure they still need mothering, even if it is long distance.
Greetings...this is your princess posting from her home in the Central time zone. This morning, I was at the airport at 5:30 - a 45 minute drive from my hotel - to catch a 7:00 flight. Of course, I had to take a shower and get dressed before leaving the hotel. So, I was up at about 4:00 Eastern time. Do you see a problem?
It's 10:38 a.m here now - and I've been up since about 3:00 a.m. as my body understands time.
I always worried about "throwing" it away. That's not exactly legal or sanitary.
But this eliminates the waste, AND turns it into something usable.
I'm also trying to teach the kids that God made EVERYTHING recyclable for a reason...and our choices for products and things we use everyday should be made with His plan in mind.
I think that if this works, it'll help loads in all sorts of categories.
BTW: Did you know that if every household in the US bought 100% recycled/bleach free paper napkins JUST once in place of their usual napkins, it would save 2.4 MILLION trees?
Cinderella!! Hi. After I posted, I wondered why I hadn't seen ya around, and then I remembered!! You saw the Diplomat this weekend!!
No wonder you're tired! All that travel and all
Hope you had a great time! Get a nap and come back and tell us all about it....well almost all...
Kimmy...I have been wanting to start a compost bin here at the house for all the garden waste. We have only done compost on a commercial scale so it is much different than for the household stuff. If you do it right commercially, it can be finished in a very short time (I want to say a month or so?? can't remember). We haven't done it for a couple years now, but I still have my own personal stash to work out of....I love it!!
That pesky man hazzta get useta farming cooties no matter where we go. In the meantime, all medical lectures welcomed.
Dad and the kids left early this morning, missed a turn in Sidney, and wound up out by Fort Peck Lake. Finally they are back on course after a lovely scenic detour, and last I heard were in Miles City to have "a french fry" at DQ. Not sure if that was one apiece, or if they're cutting it in thirds.
Coupla zingers over the last few days. One I remember offhand: Mr. C, speaking of all the harvesting going on, said, "Concubines are very dangerous." True, true.
OMG. Two whole days were good and now the [censored] has hit the fan. I told H the other night I hoped we would become better buddies now that the kids are all but gone...and it is what I want.
However, I realize I have waited many years for this day. The day the kids were "gone" and I could leave. But I was really feeling like I don't want that and I would rather stay and really work on the marriage of my dreams. And then...
H comes home from and AA meeting last night and was SO HAPPY because he talked to "Mary" and she had first hand knowledge of some job activity moving into our area and she had phone numbers etc. He was ecstatic as he told me "I told her I'll be in to see you tomorrow to get the numbers, HECK I'LL EVEN TAKE YOU TO LUNCH".
I just looked at him and asked "Don't you think you should have run that by me first?" It had never crossed his mind and I totally burst his bubble. He was only thinking of the job part of things and didn't consider how inappropriate it was to take this gal to lunch. (She is someone I know).
I asked something else about lining up some work he was talking about for later this week and it got all twisted up. He was saying rotten stuff but I totally remember the conversation differently than him. It really is unbelievable how differently we heard it. To the point of I was going to cancel some stuff and instead when he talked to the people involved, he confirmed he would do the work and when. I asked how he would get it all done, since that day was already full and that had all changed too. ???
I tried to go in and talk to him about it all (and apologize for the misunderstanding) and he just told me to forget it, F it he just won't work any more, is gonna quit working and on and on.
He is still blaming it on me this morning and I told him I find it hard to believe he would think it is ok to go to lunch and further insulting that when I am concerned he goes off on me instead of trying to understand/protect me. He said he probably won't go and I told him that is fine, but do it for the right reasons and don't blame me. He then said "It's ok, I'm just a dumb f-up, too stupid to get it". I told him to get off the pity pot. He told me I was on the pity pot. I left.
Now I'm crying. I don't want it to be like this, but it always has been. I haven't had the melt down after dropping the kid off at school and now it's here, combined with my H's arrogant attitude. Wow.
How does this chit happen? I'm more concerned than ever that it will always be this way, and now I am more free to go than ever, or insist on change, but will I? Or am I too scared to stand up for myself? I've always been too afraid.
First of all, most of this is his problem. He doesn't like your boundaries and didn't think of protecting you, and now he is pouting because you weren't as happy about his boundary breaches as he was.
I don't know if he will get it, but I wouldn't advise automatically giving up, either. I just think it's time for some stern, strong action. Exactly what that looks like is up to you, but maybe come on here and brainstorm what your potential responses should be when he tries to provoke you or intimidate/manipulate you into backing down.
Neak said: ".....but now have to finish my breakfast so I can go buck some hay."
The only jobs here when I was growing up were farm jobs. Hauling hay, milking cows, and so on. Now there are homes where most of the farms used to be. I think it was good for us to be close to the land, and actually know where milk came from. Some of the kids I ask "do you know where milk comes from?" say "every one knows that, it comes from the store." Sorry, I got sucked back into the mists of time. Ah well, humidity is supposed to be good for your skin.
"Dad's sermon yesterday was nice - will comment more on that later if I have the time."
Dad........ the clam? I wish I could have heard it. Not trying to be funny, I really wish I could have heard it.
It sounds like AW is buried in projects
Again.
I guess that is good. It keeps you busy, and out of trouble. Or it may keep you in trouble. I suppose it depends on the way you look at it. How does Aussie look at it?
I would really like to hear your daughter comment on that one.
T&L said: "We went swimming today at the public pool near Boise ID. I dived off the high dive once, mainly because Neaksis doubted my ability to do it. "
I wonder if she doubted, or if she just wanted you to do it, so she said it in such a way that.......
I should probably shut up. (SS mutters under his breath - "I should have liked to see it too, I really would have." )
Kimmy said: "T&L and Tucktummy -
New online game addiction - Boggle."
I don't have time for Boggle. Sigh............. I wish I did.
Was it one of Charles Shultz's characters that said "Life gets complicateder and complicateder."
"When I'm in my dotage and the kids have moved out, I am SO going to go to Boggle tourneys."
You will not. You'll be too busy being a grandma. And going on trips with the Wookie. It's better than Boggle anyway.
Neak said: "Had to take AJ to the hosp in the middle of the night for difficulty breathing. Apparently all this trouble he's been having is due to asthma, brought on by ???
2 breathing treatments and some IV steroids later, and he's fine except for all the sore muscles from coughing and wheezing for hours before he gave up and went in.
He has to visit the doc later today and get some inhalers. That's my last 12 hours in a nutshell."
Sorry for both of you. I see real life still goes on, and on. Glad there was a hospital, and glad there is some relief. Please tell AJ hi for me. I hope he is doing better now.
SS thinks some more......... I hope you are getting enough sleep.
AW on AJ's medical problems: "now remember Neak .. count to 10 before you say anything."
You made me laugh AW. Thanks, I needed that.
T&L said: "I think if you get sick, due to environmental considerations, less than 2 months after you move there temporarily, it's just possible that it may not be an optimal place to plan to move to permanently. That's what I think. Not that anybody's asked me..."
I still haven't heard much about the move, except that it's in progress. Anyone?
Well, reading on down I see T&L commented on it some. Not enough, but some. A major move is a difficult thing in more ways than just the move. I probably shouldn't be asking about it.
I read all the comments about moving to Texas, and Australia. It sounds wonderful, but I think I'll stay here.
I also (though it was difficult) read the comments on dog poo. We just put ours on the compost pile, and tilled it into the garden in the spring. I never felt it was a problem.
We put all the compostable stuff from our house in a 1 1/2 gal tub on the kitchen counter, and when full, it goes out to the compost heap in the garden. This heap moves around the garden from year to year, and every spring, it gets tilled in. I notice that things planted where this heap was located (the last two or three years) grow much bigger than the others around them. The twins don't like emptying the tub, and rinsing it out, but long term it does help the garden. It also cuts down on what goes into the land fill. Kimimy, my boys figured out long ago how to save on napkins. (serviettes to you AW) They just wiped their face and hands on their shirt tail. I should have a talk with Mr C, and the Dervish. They could start saving too.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THE NERVE OF CINDERELLA. "I had a good time. "
That's It? That's all? BTW, it's fun to tease you. I hope it feels like teasing on your end. SS chuckles, and goes on.
Neak said: "last I heard were in Miles City to have "a french fry" at DQ. Not sure if that was one apiece, or if they're cutting it in thirds."
That made me laugh too. I love the humor on this thread.
M&L, So sorry. I know we can't fix it. I won't give you advice, but will say that you are in our prayers.
Can I ask some questions though? What are you thinking? This is ongoing. When you have good days, you don't think about it. When you have bad days, all the thoughts come flooding back.
So, the question, what are you thinking?
Through the grace of God we can change, but some people don't want to change. I am wondering what would prompt him to want to change. I discovered one day(long ago) that my W wanted to leave. She did not, but she wanted to. I began to change. We are happier now than we have ever been, so I know it is possible for things to improve.
Just don't go along thinking that no one cares, and that you are all alone. OK?
Hi Neaksis. Good job with the High Dive. I would have loved to be there.
Hi CC. Good winter? Would love to know how you are. How are the girls?
I'm just too lazy to write. I'm into knitting, it is winter after all!
It's been cold and rainy but every now and then we get some beautiful sunny days
The house hasn't sold.
I've had a couple of meetings with WH to solve some financial issues, and I've been totally indifferent to him. No emotions. It's a bit strange but just goes to show how "real life" is different from what we imagine. He behaves as though it were completely normal. Never mentions OW or his life.
He started the divorce proceedings but doesn't seem to have a good connection with his lawyer. I got a very nice lawyer who really seems to care about me, although legally there is not much he can do for me. Hopefully the whole thing will be simple and only require one meeting with the judge, some day, I don't know when yet.
The girls are very independant, working and studying and getting together with friends, so I don't see much of them. But that's what it should be at their age.
Neak, Thanks for your reply. I know this is his problem. He doesn't have boundaries. Never has.
I don't know if he will get it either. I really doubt it. If he doesn't think he is doing anything wrong, what's to change? The only reason I have continued to think that when the kids are all gone, so am I is because of the lack of change.
I don't know what strong, stern action looks like either. I am thinking about it.
He didn't go today. I wouldn't have cared if he did. Just indifferent. If he doesn't get it, and can't accept that chit like that is wrong, after being repeatedly told how it feels to me, then what is there to work with?
M&L, So sorry. I know we can't fix it. I won't give you advice, but will say that you are in our prayers.
Can I ask some questions though? What are you thinking? This is ongoing. When you have good days, you don't think about it. When you have bad days, all the thoughts come flooding back.
So, the question, what are you thinking?
Through the grace of God we can change, but some people don't want to change. I am wondering what would prompt him to want to change. I discovered one day(long ago) that my W wanted to leave. She did not, but she wanted to. I began to change. We are happier now than we have ever been, so I know it is possible for things to improve.
Just don't go along thinking that no one cares, and that you are all alone. OK?
What am I thinking? You nailed it. This is ongoing. We have a few days that I do well, and then he starts up with some injustice he is suffering and it all becomes my fault, or the kids.
He is constantly saying things that make me think he feels like I am not pulling my weight around here. He'll say I should go clean his white truck (semi) so I have some appreciation for what goes into making a living. ?? Ouch. Where did that come from?
I think it is his guilt. He has put a large (to me) amount of money into his trading account so he could do what he wants. That's all he wants to do is be a trader. I have kept my yap shut and never made a negative comment about it. And let me tell ya, it was hard! He says the reason he never made any money before was because he was listening to others and everyone was so negative. So, I was quiet and he has lost over half of his money. At the time he wanted to put the money in his account and I expressed my concerns, he told me I could have an equal amount to dabble in some things I had talked about. Mine is still there, nothing missing. His is over half gone and he works at it all day , every day (until the last month or so).
I think as long as he is trading (addiction), and is so defensive about it, nothing will change. If I were to say I didn't want the money to go in the trading account, he would try real hard not to, but would then tell me, it is his money. He worked real hard for it and should be able to have it. Never mind we need it to pay for the last adventure he wanted real bad (the business).
So, as to your question, what will make him want to change? I really don't know. I have tried a lot of things and he is still not happy. It is like Neak said, this is his problem.
He has put himself in the position he is in and he tries to blame me for it. He has just what he wanted. What he doesn't want is for me to have an opinion about it. So, I have kept busy and stayed away while he does what he wants and still he is miserable. But I don't want to live like this.
And an in person support system-don't have it. I appreciate you all listening to me. I do feel alone.
It doesn't look like rambling to me. Do you understand why you would say that though?
Neak had some good comments. She recommended strong action. The choices are always the same.
1. Let things stay the same. 2. Change something (Neak recommends drastic change.) 3. Leave.
You have tried all the things you could think of, and none of them have worked. You consider number 3, because number one is too draining on you, and number two has not worked so far.
I recommend number two too. ( I think I was around 2long too long.)
He may sense your unease, and do things to help you back to number one, but I recommend you keep thinking about this, and try some things. Must go for tonight, but would you mind recapping the things you have done under the number 2 heading?
Perhaps we can get some really good ideas for changes that might help you with this.
BTW, I need to repent. I called Cinderella on the carpet for not giving more information, and we did a vacation in Julyand didn't say much either. I promise photos withing a week. OK Cinderella?
F&L, it's nice to have "in person" help, but God is the best help of all, and you can reach him at any time. I hope you feel his love, and care, and know that he is, and that the help will come over time. Sometimes we get external help, and sometimes the help is internal. Just know it will come.
MAL, you want to get advice from Neakbro on stocks? He's my oldest son and quite steeped in that sort of stuff. Maybe you could make a lot of money with your part while your husband fritters away his. If it were me in your shoes, I'd ENJOY something like that!! My bad.
Hi SS. Glad to hear from your neck of the woods. I start back to work in 6 days. I'm dreading it. My surgery did not work and I'm actually worse off than before the operation. I've walked 600 miles and worn out a pair of shoes, trying to break of the post-op scar tissue...but no such luck. Still I have to try because disability doesn't pay like working--that's for sure. But if I work more than 2 wks. and can't cut it I can file a new claim, good for another year and only slightly less than I'm making now. I guess, under the circumstances, if that's how it was I'd have to teach the homeschooler so that both Neak and AJ could work. Combining all that would give us enough $$ to survive and I was probably going to end up teaching him anyway. We'll see. It's the uncertainty that's driving me nuts. A month from now when I know how it's going to turn out, it will be better, no matter what happens.
My dad, Neakbro, and I are going to make one last trip to HI for the big school reunion in mid-September. This will be my dad's last trip. He won't physically be able to make it again, but so many of his old friends are going to be there that I just couldn't let him miss it...especially since it will be paid for by his tax refunds for the last 3 years. Good thing we didn't do them on time, huh? Otherwise the $$ would've been LONG spent! I'm taking Neakbro because I don't think I could really manage to get him around to places all by myself any more. And, no, I didn't even ask my husband if he wanted to go. The last time we went he said he was never going again if he had more luggage than a carry-on. He was pushing an airport cart with 4 suitcases and a box of pineapple at the time so I somewhat sympathized with him...but there's no way I could pack lightly enough to make it palatable for him, so I took him at his word and made other arrangements.
I'd planned to take Flard, but he just started his new job as a professor of biology in OK, and didn't think it was a good time to ask for a week off just yet! Party pooper.
Hi, CC. Saw your post after I'd done mine. As far as Neaksis and the dive, she did NOT want me to do it. I think she was afraid my weight would drive me straight into the bottom of the pool and break my neck. :RollieEyes: She drew a hilarious drawing of the dive for the friend at whose house we were sleeping that night. If I can find a way to post it I will. It's not flattering at all. But doggone funny. :MrEEk:
TnL....I understand. I would love to make some with mine. I figure I am way ahead because it's still there and I have not moved one red cent and not worried one little bit about it. His is over half gone and he has worked his guts out on it. No exaggeration at all...from the time he gets up till the market closes and usually more. And talks about it non-stop. I hate it.
It doesn't look like rambling to me. Do you understand why you would say that though?
Because I don't think anyone wants to hear it. Because I think that you all think I am whining.
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but would you mind recapping the things you have done under the number 2 heading?
What I have done is try to remove myself from some of his stuff. Like scheduling. I don't schedule anything for him anymore and I don't promise his services at all. People have to talk to him. He makes a mess, not my fault. He's too busy, promised too much in a day/week/month, too bad. Does he still get mad and grumpy? Yep. Do I feel guilty? Nope. Not at all. I just keep my mouth shut. He still doesn't get it..that he did it to himself and I take the brunt of it...but it doesn't get to me like it used to.
I have removed myself from getting his help lined up for him. He said YS never helps him on jobs and so the other day I asked son to help dad and told him that dad would be back in a minute. (H said I am going to go to the shop and then I am going to go do this job and he drove off.) I look in a few minutes and H is off doing something totally different and was gone for a few hours, and didn't go do the job like he said. He is notorious for getting us all lined up to help and then dilly-dally for so long we have to go do other stuff (like hours later) and then gets mad because everyone left. He said he needed help for tomorrow and friday and our friend gave someone's name and I'll bet you big bucks that H never called the guy and tomorrow he will whine because he doesn't have any help. I am staying out of it.
BTW, I need to repent. I called Cinderella on the carpet for not giving more information, and we did a vacation in Julyand didn't say much either. I promise photos withing a week. OK Cinderella?
SS
You want the scoop?
Last Thursday, I went to Florida to see The Diplomat who was there on business. Hotel points and frequent flyer miles are good things?
Friday morning, I looked out the window of my hotel room window, before I got up, and saw nothing but blue sky and waving palm tree branches. That afternoon, I got guest services at the hotel to drive me to the Boca Raton Museum of Art which was 3.5 miles away. Then I went to Mizner Park shopping center and spent $5 on a banana chocolate vivano at Starbucks.
That night, we went out to dinner. And the topic of discussion turned to what to do for the weekend. Since they had evacuated the tourists from the Keys, we decided to go to Key West. So, that's where we were Saturday and Sunday.
Monday, I flew home. He had kindly booked me on a 7 a.m. flight so I could actually have worked most of the day Monday. But, I had to be at the airport around 5:30 which meant we had to leave the hotel at 4:30 which meant I had to get up about 3:45. That was Eastern time....my body was still pretty much on Central time......Do you see a problem?
Anyway, we had a good time.
There are no beaches on Key West except for one state park and we didn't get there. But, I did have some excellent Key Lime Pie.
CC Said: I'm just too lazy to write. I'm into knitting, it is winter after all!
I would have never called you lazy. Not someone who has accomplished what you have since your H bailed out on you.
I think it's cool that you are into knitting.
It's been cold and rainy but every now and then we get some beautiful sunny days
Rainy days are better for reading, and knitting.
The house hasn't sold.
What are your plans when it does?
I've had a couple of meetings with WH to solve some financial issues, and I've been totally indifferent to him. No emotions. It's a bit strange but just goes to show how "real life" is different from what we imagine. He behaves as though it were completely normal. Never mentions OW or his life.
He has never admitted anything, has he? How do you feel these days when you meet with him?
He started the divorce proceedings but doesn't seem to have a good connection with his lawyer. I got a very nice lawyer who really seems to care about me, although legally there is not much he can do for me. Hopefully the whole thing will be simple and only require one meeting with the judge, some day, I don't know when yet.
I am still sorry it ended this way. MB stuff really does work, he could have been so much better off with you if he had been willing to work on things. It really sounds like you just want it over with. I suppose that will help in a way - you won't have to deal with him any more.
The girls are very independant, working and studying and getting together with friends, so I don't see much of them. But that's what it should be at their age.
Our children were like that too - until they married, then they started coming round more often. We have nice family gatherings these days. You will have fun with that when it comes .
work is work. Not too bad.
That made me laugh too - work is indeed work. Life goes on though, doesn't it.
I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.
Will you be making any big changes when the house sells?
Hi SS. Glad to hear from your neck of the woods. I start back to work in 6 days. I'm dreading it. My surgery did not work and I'm actually worse off than before the operation.
I kept hoping you were getting better, and better. I didn't know that there was no progress. I don't know what to say now. It's not like I can fix it, or make it better. I wish there were some way we could help. Prayer.... but I mean beyond that.
I've walked 600 miles and worn out a pair of shoes, trying to break of the post-op scar tissue...but no such luck. Still I have to try because disability doesn't pay like working--that's for sure. But if I work more than 2 wks. and can't cut it I can file a new claim, good for another year and only slightly less than I'm making now. I guess, under the circumstances, if that's how it was I'd have to teach the homeschooler so that both Neak and AJ could work. Combining all that would give us enough $$ to survive and I was probably going to end up teaching him anyway.
Let us know how it goes. Please?
We'll see. It's the uncertainty that's driving me nuts. A month from now when I know how it's going to turn out, it will be better, no matter what happens.
Understood. I am working on my own faith. Faith that no matter how things go, God will make it work for me. We stay awake nights thinking about things, when we ought to be sleeping. He'll hold up his end, if you will let him. (As I said, I keep telling my self that same thing.)
My dad, Neakbro, and I are going to make one last trip to HI for the big school reunion in mid-September. This will be my dad's last trip. He won't physically be able to make it again, but so many of his old friends are going to be there that I just couldn't let him miss it...especially since it will be paid for by his tax refunds for the last 3 years. Good thing we didn't do them on time, huh? Otherwise the $$ would've been LONG spent!
I love Hawaii too. There is a good spirit there, among the Hawaiian people. I need to take W, but she spend her Hawaii money last summer on the cruise we did. You go and have a great time, and post photos. We'll Ohhhhh,and Ahhhhh and wish we could have been there with you.
I'm taking Neakbro because I don't think I could really manage to get him around to places all by myself any more. And, no, I didn't even ask my husband if he wanted to go. The last time we went he said he was never going again if he had more luggage than a carry-on. He was pushing an airport cart with 4 suitcases and a box of pineapple at the time so I somewhat sympathized with him...but there's no way I could pack lightly enough to make it palatable for him, so I took him at his word and made other arrangements.
There you go again, making me laugh. It's the opposite with us. I have the little case. I take it that the Bro is doing OK these days?
I'd planned to take Flard, but he just started his new job as a professor of biology in OK, and didn't think it was a good time to ask for a week off just yet! Party pooper.
I hope he does well. You do too. Maybe you can all go live with him. That might work out, if you can sneak up on him. Move in while he's at work. He would get used to it in a few years.
I'm still thinking about the two years I lived in Alberta, Canada. I start to shiver when I think about it, and my ears (the ones that got frostbitten) start to hurt. It's nigh on to winter way up north. I like the country........ but northern winters were hard on me. I need to change the subject. My hands are getting stiff, and I can't type when I shiver like this.
Where's the down comforter? Oh wait, it's really summer, and over 100 degrees outside. I'll just walk out for a minute, and warm up.
Really though, thanks for the update. I did want to know. You are in our prayers. All of you.
Because I don't think anyone wants to hear it. Because I think that you all think I am whining.
Because he has put you down so many times that you have started to believe what he tells you.
Know this - You are valuable. You have talents, and abilities, but in and of yourself, you have value. You are a daughter of God. That makes you royalty.
You were telling us what was going on, and we want to help, and needed to hear it to be able to do that. You were afraid it was too much.
There is information here, just in this little part of this that ought to help you make decisions on what to do. In the long term, I believe you will do well. IN the short term, believe in yourself, and in your worth as a person, and know that you are lovable, and capable, and that we care.
I could say more about this part............ much more.
But - it's time to close up for the night. Don't be afraid to tell us how you feel. You have no enemies here, only friends.
We'll talk more as we go along.
When we were in WY, we took a picture of your house as we went by. I'll post it later on. I'll edit out any identifying features, so no one will be able to tell exactly.
Thanks Cinderella. That's better. Now we just need photos.
stillseeking, my dear friend!! What are you doing over here on a thread with all these females titled Feminine Hygiene Products?? Did that mean thunderandlightening make you come here?? Shall I call 911, buddy??
When the house sells I will find an apartment for myself and move! That will be a lot of work... that's why I'm enjoying the peace and quiet now.
The girls will move to their own place, WH will be helping them with the rent.
So life will then be very different! I'm looking forward to it.
WH never admitted anything. I feel very sorry for him, but he's his own worst enemy and I don't think I can do anything about it. He has been "generous" financially, and assured me that he will continue paying all the house bills until the house is sold, even if we get divorced before that.
I have managed to refrain from telling him that thre is no reason for me to trust him...I told him I felt "insecure" and he reassured me that he would keep his word! He has uptil now. My lawyer doesn't trust him either, but I guess he isn't a "normal" WH in that sense.
Anyway it will soon be over.
I remember how I felt at 20-21 years of age so I understand the girls. I try not to complain about the lack of help with chores because I know that soon they will have to manage on their own. And I will be free.
And then we will all have a different kind of relationship!
All things to look forward to.
At work nothing much is happening, but again, you never know. Next year is election year so there will soon be changes again.
SS !!! missed you but hope all is very well with you and yours.
Only have myself to blame though... lazy tired and simply slacking off. no excuses ... well only a few I am getting older.. Mikey is getting faster .... dyeing the grey worry hairs out is getting to be a BIG job .... I have so much work here to complete I'm frightened to start :MrEEk: .... spending heaps of time supporting wives with injured hubbies the poor darlings ... so young some of them. .... pushing my own worries about my boys into the back ground because as my DD husband said to us "nah no worries love just shot up a bit" :RollieEyes:
Begging your pardon SS ... but ... well ... sometimes men (some men anyway) are just STUPID
Mal you come talk ANYTIME... we don't think you whine at all. Neak may be onto something though about what YOU do. not great at giving advice myself.... need to think on it...
Rella... you have such good times and keep quite about it ... not fair at all .... we NEED details
CC yes things will change and you watch how suddenly your girls will realise ALL those things you do for them. Mine did and came home ... with her H ok teasing my DD but its allowed. I do pray though it will give you some peace on the WH front. And don't worry... the girls will be over .... pretty often .... especially if you nag them about it
T&L do you know I have your letter almost finished but I will type it out cause my writing is shocking.... and there is apple custard on it.. and blackberry juice. Oh did I tell you I am part time looking after a 12 year old? can't remember anyway young James suffers from a slight mental disability ... mostly learning and is at times difficult for his mum to deal with with another 4 kids in the house. So I sort of help out and he stays a night or two with us. Mikey has a great time with him and he's so polite and gentle.
Liz has them out at the shopping centre right now while she gets her hair cut. Its a treat for him to have the Big Mac's.
I was in Sydney on Monday & Tuesday to see my 3 girls do the Oxfam concert. I'll talk to you about that. Mum is concerned ..and I about wiped the bank account too. I've got the blood money of course but only if Mikey or the girls are starving.
well I have to go pick them up they are ready for collection from the shops
SS I know what napkins are ... I mean .... ... we have MAC's here after all
dyeing the grey worry hairs out is getting to be a BIG job
Don't dye the silver. It's your inner value popping out.
This morning Rebekah, my oldest dau, was running her fingers through my hair.
"I love your hair, mom," she sighed. Especially the sparkly ones.
So I told her the Norse myth about Sif and Thor and Loki and how Loki was so jealous of Sif's beautiful hair that he turned himself into a flame and burned it all up. Then Thor, who was Sif's husband, was so distraught to see his beautiful and loving wife so sad because of her lost hair that he had the trolls forge her new hair out of gold and silver because he loved her so much and wanted her to be happy.
But I prefer to think that it's my inner beauty coming out...makes a much better story.
Whoa....blackberries.....I'm on my way over. I LOVE blackberries!
I also love that story about the hair. have never heard it. My hair is sort of a medium brown so the gathering silver is only so-so. My daughter informed me three weeks ago that she thought it was time to start coloring it. I am loathe to start that never ending process. Maybe I should just throw some henna at it and let it go.
I wanna come for dessert I just love blackberries. When we lived as tin lids on the row we had this huge blackberry that we ate from as we wanted from when they were in season. Of course mum wasn't as keen about it due to our clothes being dyed this bluey black colour never saw a problem myself
Hey SS you wanted to know what dad thinks about mums various projects?
well dad first downs a few Guinness (he says it always makes him look at things in a relaxed light ) :RollieEyes: looks at the latest project, goes 'uhuh', 'yep', 'mutter mutter', then 'S I G H S " in a resigned tone where mum can't hear, and then turns around and smiles at mum and says "Doing a great job honey' - Nana says he's well trained my dad
But then dad's idea of luxury is a tent with sides
Hi Mrs S - Neaksis hows that gang? Angel girl I swear you r.
Now girls time to sing along -
This is every girl's dream No milk left for your tea Baby's crying louder than me Who lost the keys of your car Sorry that would be me
I'd wake up only I'm not asleep I have daydreams like no other So romantic you'll discover
I wanna take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes (I wanna) (I wanna)
I have visions like no other So romantic you'll discover I wanna take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes
Let me take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes (I wanna) (I Wanna) Did I say that out loud?
stillseeking, my dear friend!! What are you doing over here on a thread with all these females titled Feminine Hygiene Products?? Did that mean thunderandlightening make you come here?? Shall I call 911, buddy??
Hi Mel !! It's always good to hear from you.
I was going to attempt to reply with humor, but I'm wrestling with a problem at work, and humor is hard to come by today.
I hope you are doing well. You ought to be. Keep up the good work, OK?
God bless you, that you may continue to find Joy in the Journey.
When the house sells I will find an apartment for myself and move! That will be a lot of work... that's why I'm enjoying the peace and quiet now.
Makes sense. Moves can be difficult, but they can be exciting too. Out with the old, and in with the new? I have a hard time with change, but it is often good for me. How about you?
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Anyway it will soon be over.
The end........ in a way.......... but the beginning in another. You will be just fine, and I think you really do know that.
Originally Posted by ccbis
I remember how I felt at 20-21 years of age so I understand the girls. I try not to complain about the lack of help with chores because I know that soon they will have to manage on their own. And I will be free.
It was so exciting to begin my own life - I remember too. What will you do with your freedom? (Ah, still seeking, you ask so many questions.)
Originally Posted by ccbis
And then we will all have a different kind of relationship!
All things to look forward to.
At work nothing much is happening, but again, you never know. Next year is election year so there will soon be changes again.
How is your elderly friend? I have been wondering about your work, but I hate to ask about every thing all the time.
You seem to have plenty to do, and as you said, you don't get lonely, or bored. I admire that in you.
We are doing another camping trip on a couple of weeks. To the mountains. If you are in the area, drop by and come with us.
stillseeking, my dear friend!! What are you doing over here on a thread with all these females titled Feminine Hygiene Products??
SS has been shopping this aisle for almost forever. He is ballast. Or maybe we are ballast. Who knows? I think it's him, though. Has a very even keel, SS does...
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Did that mean thunderandlightening make you come here??
I have problems with change but who doesn't? But I also realize it is GOOD especially in this case. I NEED to get out of this situation, and the more completely I do it the better. Radical change is called for.
Yes it is the end of this bad situation. The marriage has been over for quite a while...
With my freedom... I have no idea what I'll do but time always seem to fly! I have never been bored in my life, except when I'm stuck somewhere without a book or something to read... and that was before. Now I just "think" and it's great. Peck taught me that thinking is good.
My friend is not too good. She broke her hip in may and couldn't go bck to the aprtment she lived in because it was a first floor and no elevator. She went for a month to a home for the english elderly in the hospital where she is treated. Her daughters came over (one from USA and the other from Australia). They chose a home for her which is very professional and probably the most expensive here. After a month at the other place she was taken to thsi new one where she had a small room but there were plenty of places to sit in or walk etc. Unfortunately by that time although she was physically doing fine her mind was not very bright. She didn't like the other "inmates" as she called them.
well her DIL who practically pays no attention to her decided that it was ahorrible place and moved her after a month to another home, where she has a bigger room but whic used to be the garage of the house. It's damp and cold. She doesn't leave the room, and barely walks anymore. She's met the other inmates once and says taht she doesn't want to see them again. She's fallen once and bumped her head. She is not very logical in her thoughts, doesn't know what day it is etc.
I try to visit her twice a week, but it's quite out of my way. The family's decision was based also on the fact that they would be able to visit her more, but I'm not sure that is actually happening.
It's sad but there's not much I can do.
I should try to find younger friends! I have enough old people in the family as it is!
What I have done is try to remove myself from some of his stuff. Like scheduling. I don't schedule anything for him anymore and I don't promise his services at all. People have to talk to him. He makes a mess, not my fault. He's too busy, promised too much in a day/week/month, too bad. Does he still get mad and grumpy? Yep. Do I feel guilty? Nope. Not at all. I just keep my mouth shut. He still doesn't get it..that he did it to himself and I take the brunt of it...but it doesn't get to me like it used to.
I have removed myself from getting his help lined up for him. He said YS never helps him on jobs and so the other day I asked son to help dad and told him that dad would be back in a minute. (H said I am going to go to the shop and then I am going to go do this job and he drove off.) I look in a few minutes and H is off doing something totally different and was gone for a few hours, and didn't go do the job like he said. He is notorious for getting us all lined up to help and then dilly-dally for so long we have to go do other stuff (like hours later) and then gets mad because everyone left. He said he needed help for tomorrow and friday and our friend gave someone's name and I'll bet you big bucks that H never called the guy and tomorrow he will whine because he doesn't have any help. I am staying out of it.
I'll add more as I think of them.
I did these same kinds of things, and my W was married and lonely too. She was also married and angry, and wondered if she should be married. I was self centered, and worried about what I wanted, but not about what the family needed. I thought I was a good H, and that she didn't appreciate all the wonderful qualities I had.
When I got Dr Harley's books, and read them, it was easy to see why she wasn't happy. Harley lays it out very plain. The book that helped us the most was "Love busters, habits that destroy romantic love." Of course, I was willing to read it, and she was too. Once we had both read it and talked about it, things started to change.
As I would begin one of the prohibited behaviors, she would call me on it, and I knew...... I mean, I KNEW she was right, and I would walk away, or change on the spot. Dr Harley made it easy to see what I was doing wrong. Of course, she had some things to work on too. Problems usually don't appear in a vacuum.
I don't mean my problems were her fault. However, there are ways to work on the problems that will help, and there are ways that will not help, and may make things worse. Just as we often try to meet needs for our spouse that are important to us, and not necessarily what is most important for them, we sometimes try to fix things in ways that would help us,(were things reversed) but that may not them. You always want to make sure you are doing what will give the most help.
You have been here long enough to know that sometimes the BS gets tired, and walks away. I worry about that too. You have been trying for a long time, with little result. It's natural to want a rest.
I can't remember now, did you ever call the Harley's for counseling? If so, would you recap it for me?
The other problem is that strong (drastic) action may not work, but sometimes you can't go back, and it leads to D. There are decisions you have to make before you proceed.
Is D an acceptable outcome if he doesn't begin to make changes? How far are you willing to go to get his attention? Plan B ( a somewhat drastic action) usually has one of two results. Reconciliation, or D. It's a gamble.
I know you have been thinking about this for along time. Where are you in your decision making process in relation to the choices you have before you?
I'll let you reply - and also hope we get input from others.
Neak, you are pretty good at this, please comment.
SS, I am better today, but cautious. We are in the usual pattern, which is the fight day, 1 more day of heavy duty ignoring, 1 day of lightening up, and today, talk normally, hug/kiss goodbye, but oh so cautious. If I don't insist that we talk about it, it will just get ignored. So, since H told me the other day he thought I owed him a huge apology, I will ask him why, because I honestly don't know.
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I did these same kinds of things, and my W was married and lonely too. She was also married and angry, and wondered if she should be married. I was self centered, and worried about what I wanted, but not about what the family needed. I thought I was a good H, and that she didn't appreciate all the wonderful qualities I had.
This is my H in a nutshell, from my POV. I think he would think he is doing all the work, is under appreciated. I have thought he may even consider himself the martyr type...making all the sacrifices so we have everything, while he has nothing. Go to work, make the money and bring it home to all these ungrateful dependents. Hence the comments from him about trading, and just wanting to do what he wants for a change (insinuating that we are all doing what we want, and he doesn't get to do what he wants).
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there are ways to work on the problems that will help, and there are ways that will not help, and may make things worse. Just as we often try to meet needs for our spouse that are important to us, and not necessarily what is most important for them, we sometimes try to fix things in ways that would help us,(were things reversed) but that may not them. You always want to make sure you are doing what will give the most help.
I have been wondering if this is the case. I feel like I am doing a good job, but I am not the one to determine that.
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You have been here long enough to know that sometimes the BS gets tired, and walks away. I worry about that too. You have been trying for a long time, with little result. It's natural to want a rest.
I can't remember now, did you ever call the Harley's for counseling? If so, would you recap it for me?
I am tired. Like I said up top, it is still the same routine. 3-4 days before the ice melts and we begin the buildup to the next one. I counseled with Steve a few times and H did too. He liked Steve and we did the EN Q's and made a time to go over them. On H's turn to read his to me (not sure which EN we were on) he became uncomfortable and kind of tossed the papers on the bed and said "I really don't know what good this will do". We've never been back. I called Steve again after that (not sure how many times) and I must have been more focused on H than changing my ways and Steve told me it was really useless to continue. Really knocked me down.
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The other problem is that strong (drastic) action may not work, but sometimes you can't go back, and it leads to D. There are decisions you have to make before you proceed.
Is D an acceptable outcome if he doesn't begin to make changes? How far are you willing to go to get his attention? Plan B ( a somewhat drastic action) usually has one of two results. Reconciliation, or D. It's a gamble.
I don't want to divorce. I don't want to live like this. I want it to change. I don't know how far I am willing to go. I know I have made personal progress and I am stronger than ever (most days). I have no doubt how I would handle another A. (Well, there are a few options, and I hope homicide isn't one of them). Whatever I do I must make sure it is what I want because he is not one to chase after me if I start making threats. If I file for divorce and change my mind, he would be more prone to let me live with my decision than let me back down. I don't know how far I am willing to go. Baby steps, so I am sure of each one.
An example of being stronger--this deal with the lunch with a lady friend, I would never have said anything to him in years past, just let it go and if I was able to say anything about it, I would have just let him belittle me for feeling bad about it. But not now.
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I know you have been thinking about this for along time. Where are you in your decision making process in relation to the choices you have before you?
I am not making any decisions yet. We are at a turning point with having our son move out only 5 days ago. Totally new territory, and I know I haven't been myself for awhile as this time approached.
As far as MB goes with my H, I think he resents that I am reading these message boards. But I think it is because I am learning things and maybe the strength is what bothers him. It helps me immensely! And reading the few threads in the not so distant past about gaslighting, oh boy did I learn from that. I think that is where I really learned how to stand up to some of his outbursts. Those threads made a lot of sense. Also, I saw that I used that technique and didn't even know it. I have worked on that alot.
I have a resentment about stock trading. Huge one. I don't know if MB will work if there is an active addiction. I have read about that on these boards but when I ask about it, get no clear answer. Even Steve wouldn't go there with me.
I don't want to divorce. I don't want to live like this. I want it to change. I don't know how far I am willing to go.
I have seen many over the years who have said something like "I made up my mind I wouldn't take it any more, and if he/she wouldn't change, I was OUT OF THERE. That's when the change started."
There are also many who said that who are divorced. It's not a sure thing. Sometimes we don't get what we want, sometimes we do.
Often our spouse can sense it when the decision is made (not to take it any more.) Often they care,and change. Sometimes they don't care.
I know I am restating the obvious. You'll have to (or get to) choose. Not choosing is making a choice too. Actively choosing, even if you decide to wait 10 more years and see if he "gets it" is the better way. When you actively choose, you don't have as many regrets as when you passively choose.
I'll think more, and see if I have more suggestions. I would love to hear more of your thoughts on this too. When you take the time to write it out, it becomes more clear to you what you want. It will help with your choices. I would also like to comment on other things you said........ but time does not permit right now.
Thank you SS. I am thinking about what you said and it does help to just write it out.
Unfortunately, after a surprise visit from the 2 kids who live away (and in the same town), and then 3 hours on the phone with HP trying to resolve a printer issue I am not in a state to respond! And tomorrow I have to leave town to get my car fixed, an equally irritating problem. (It could take up to 7 hours to get fixed and they may or may not have a car for me to borrow-I may be stuck in the dealership or walking).
Oh well, it could be worse!! :crosseyedcrazy:
So, it will be a day or two before I get to respond. Again, thanks!
I will offer some thoughts in more detail when I'm able, but have a couple brief ones anyway.
There is not a huge rush. You can leave (or have him leave!) at any point you choose to, which should make it a little easier to relax. Take your time processing through this, because either way time is on your side.
When you have a chance, what do you see as your options? Starting with "leaving today" all the way up through "staying because I'm happy and want to" and anything in between, what are some things that you feel you have control over...i.e. things that you can do?
Today I got a letter from my ENT telling me he was retiring the end of August.
Oh, well. Maybe the next one will listen to me when I tell her/him that my ear doesn't feel right. I do believe that it has not regained all the sensation it lost after the car wreck.
And, for what it's worth, I have an MRI tomorrow - trying to figure out what is wrong with my hip/back that it hurts so much to sit.
I don't remember Snow White but I do remember the babies....Fiona has trouble telling Shrek about their impending arrival and he's afraid of becoming a father. But I can't remember Snow White.
I have to say it's a great place to visit, and we'll be going back again before too long.
We stopped at Bubba's in Cody WY, and had pancakes. I was hungry, but not that hungry. These were the biggest pancakes I have ever seen. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/2008/pancakes.jpg
In late July we had a family reunion, but it rained most of the day. Rain is bad for some things, but good for photos like this. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/2008/rainbow1.jpg
In August, we did a three day family backpack trip. We day hiked to an old sawmill one of the days, and took this. Three of my 4 daughters, and I. www.outdooroutlet.com/SS/2008/hike.jpg
Nice pix, SS. And Cinderella. I'm getting ready to leave for HI, so I must be brief. (I'm already SHORT!) I'll try and post while I'm there, but my dad is way slower than last time and I'll probably be spending most of my time with a whip and chain trying to get him shaved, shod, and shepherded out the door in a timely fashion. :MrEEk: We'll see how useful Neakbro turns out to be in the Goading Grandpa Department. If he turns out to be uselessly polite, and all the nipping and herding is left up to me, I won't be posting much! :crosseyedcrazy:
Mom made it in ok and had great sandwiches for lunch.
I made it back Monday night with only a few misadventures, nothing a new fuel filter wouldn't fix right at the CA/NV border. So close to home! At least someone was close by to fix it, and Dad came up to the top of the hill past Pioneer to make sure he was on hand if I needed more repairs.
It is SUCH FUN to send the Dervish off to school every morning. He's been going round with the teacher a bit. One day he told her, "You're just as bad as my Noah!" (Mom.) And yesterday he didn't get ready in time, so he had bread and butter for breakfast, and he didn't fix his lunch so all he had was the sandwich I took pity on him and made for him.
Today he did somewhat better, though not perfect. About 3 minutes before it was time to go, he started shoveling his breakfast in like crazy, but tomorrow is hot lunch so he's got it easy.
Loved the pictures, and it was so good to see how everyone is doing!
Hopefully Gramps is doing ok without his pens and pocket protector. They are on the drier, having been washed but not dried.
The Dervish missed his regular breakfast again and had to take a PBJ. He used the last of his breakfast time to fight with Mr. C, who also missed his breakfast. (He's been having kind of a hard day, all self-inflicted.) It's about an hour till lunch, since our stomachs are still on MT time.
This post had nothing to do with what the Dervish said about me to the teacher. THAT was rather flattering--I hope the teacher realized that!!--and a compliment to her vigilance (inconvenient) and strictness (unappreciated)! I was commenting on the dinner last night, where I received one of the biggest surprises of my life...in that it was actually a surprise. A shock. A Holy Cow, a WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T&L said: This post had nothing to do with what the Dervish said about me to the teacher. THAT was rather flattering--I hope the teacher realized that!!--and a compliment to her vigilance (inconvenient) and strictness (unappreciated)! \:D I was commenting on the dinner last night, where I received one of the biggest surprises of my life...in that it was actually a surprise. A shock. A Holy Cow, a WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Interesting evening...
I know she does that on purpose.
Not sure why though, she ought to know we are interested in whatever she writes, even if she doesn't set us up first.
So glad to hear GOOD NEWS from AW. Thanks for the report.
Glad Neak is safely home. Or is it no longer home for Neak? Did I ever tell you I have a hard time keeping up.
Cinderella, how are your two doing? Not much news from you about them this last little while.
We went out to dinner last night at the house of one of my dad's former students. She's 4 or 5 years older than I am, so I was expecting to see her, one of my classmates, and maybe a couple of other women in that age bracket. Unbeknownst to me, she had larger plans. The was a whole BUSLOAD of people there, mostly from her class--all people my dad had taught once upon a time. That was all cool.
However, thinking it was just a small get-together, and since another former student is staying at the same house we are--so we visited until the last possible minute--I really quickly took off my favorite t-shirt (It has the skeleton of a dog on it with the caption "In dog years, I'm dead.") I'd been planning to wear until I dropped a glob of avocado goo on it during lunch, grabbed a casual (yet clean) shirt--unironed-and dashed out the door. We got to the house and walked in. The very first person I saw, sitting out on the patio, was my boyfriend from junior/senior year, brief fiance my freshman year of college--from whom I had a very acrimonious split, too! Fortunately, that was 42 years ago, long enough for us to have seen each other a number of times since and have a friendly relationship now...but still. It's not that I want him to pine for me, but I don't want him to feel a sense of RELIEF, either! So I was greeted with great friendliness and introduced to his perfectly made-up and coiffed "friend" while I stood there in my wrinkled clothes and tousled hair and simultaneously made scintillating chit-chat and mentally went, "Crapcrapcrapcrap!"
For those of you who remember The Sad Saga of OtherSusan the Stupid, this is NOT MS, but the young gentleman known as the Sipper of Nectar, for his wandering eye and mind. I don't think he's changed much. We're leaving for a program now and we'll be seeing him again--"Let's sit together, Susan"--and I assure you tonight is not a repeat of last night in either garb or preparedness.
Me too. I had one just this morning. Thank you, Neaksis. Picture little flowery pajama pants,t-shirt, and little flip=floppy heels since they were the only slip on shoes I could find on short notice. Then she parked across the street from her house and made me mince across and up the driveway, in full view of the whole neighborhood and the mother taking her small daughter for a drag around the block.
Not even close, dearie. Not even close. Maybe if you had Jaime el Primero answering the door, but not until then!
Well, at last night's event, they passed out the program for the weekend. Sunday night is the big banquet--$225 for the 3 of us. I was told that there would be a vegetarian dish for the non-carnivores and meat for the others. And this is correct. The menu lists THREE meat dishes for those who attend to ingest the decaying corpses of dead things: (1) Seared Island Snapper with Ponzo Ginger Butter, (2) Grilled Breast of Chicken with Peppercorn Brandy Sauce, and (3) Petite Teriyaki Steak with Green Onions and Sesame Seeds.
How many choices do the vegetarians get? Well, we get one. I''m sure by now my daughters, at any rate, are curious as to what that ONE choice is. What sumptuous feast will be set before me at the end of my long journey across the ocean to attend this festive event? I'm glad you asked. Eggplant Parmesan I'm bringing along my bag of pretzels, that's what I'M doing! I guess Neakbro and I will be having bread, salad, and dessert. I'm going to make up for this today at the Japanese church potluck. You just watch me. My muumuu is big. It can take it.
TL you need to go buy a cheap thermo carry bag and stop at a decent vege restaurant on the way to the event and buy a few GREAT meals ...... like Tagliatelle with Broccoli & Wild Mushroom Sauce and Stuffed Peppers with a Savoury Cashew Sauce and stuffed mushrooms and Stuffed Jacket Potatoes ..... which I'm wanting to eat right now ....sour cream, cheese and spring onion filling ...... and eat THAT in front of them.
Then tell them that you are allergic to eggplant and ask for a refund :twobyfour:
I'm thinking that the Tagliatelle would go so well with the potatoes right this minute as well.
Followed by some dead decaying animal like spicy mex chicken and rice
however someone would have to cook it all :RollieEyes:
Liz where is the pizza shop number?????
oh well at least Mikey had Macca's for dinner tonight ... nuggets and chips ... didn't leave a chip either.
Each day I try to enjoy something from each of the four food groups: the chocolate group, the salty-snack group, the caffeine group, and the "whatever-the-thing-in-the-tinfoil-in-the-back-of-the-fridge-is" group.
AW, not being silly here - serious as a heart attack - how are you doing? I wish I could come and give you a good hug and have a cuppa. It would be good for you.
having Mikey to look after has kept me and Liz for that matter on the hop.
The coffee and chat sounds wonderful ....... but the cooking is out I'm afraid. I really do need to do some shopping besides what we have for Mikey. You sort of forget to eat while you sit and wait.
I've got water crackers & cheese. hang on the cheese is mouldy .... blue vein anyone???
fruit ... veges ... something frozen I think its chicken breast ... not sure I want to thaw it out to find out :RollieEyes: ..... want a slice of pizza instead??
I wonder where I can get some stuff before mum comes over tomorrow?
Well, instead of scones, pastries, and tea, I settled for a cup of coffee w/ Italian sweet cream flavored creamer and some ciabatta bread, toasted w/ three small slices of salami on it. I heated the salami in the microwave to melt most of the fat out of it. It was a tasty experience.
I guess your welcome home eggplant parmesiano dinner is plain ruint now.
Maybe you would've been better off with your guac and dog years must be dead shirt. Isn't he older than you? So in dog years he's deader.
AW, so good to see you here and in spirits. Not that kind of spirits, naughty girl. Don't bother shopping. You can shop till the cows come home, and Mum will still know. Somehow.
I find myself in full agreement of your suggestion of Mom taking her own food to the banquet. Even if she just stops at Sandwich Mike's or wherever it was, and brings a sub in her pocket. I guess in Hawaii, eggplant parmesiano is a delicacy, not any of that boring old Island Food.
I forgot to tell you that after I'd introduced my son to the Sipper of Nectar (from many flowers!), I leaned over to him quietly and whispered, "Neakbro, meet your Not-Father."
I am SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not hungry any more. I don't even care if they have eggplant parmesan at the banquet. Chinese restaurant Friday night. Japanese church potluck Sabbath AM. Talk-story potluck in the evening. Banquet tonight. I'm so stuffed I'm thinking of having my head fastened to a wall plaque and hung in my living room like a moose trophy.
Today we're going to the Dole pineapple fields and Haleiwa to have shaved ice at the original shave ice stand. I'm going to have pineapple on a stick--dipped in chocolate. Did I mention that I'm a hypocrite, too? At least this stuff is light and not at all illing. That's my defense and I'm sticking to it!
If you're not nice to me, and keep up this mockery of my aging verber skills, I'm going to tell everybody how you had to play, 3 WHOLE TIMES, the introduction to your special music at church yesterday because you couldn't remember the first line of your song.
But if you're nice to me, I won't let on about it, and it can stay just OUR little secret. OK?
I'll also tell how poor Neaksis kept putting the microphone up close to your face, every time she thought the introduction was over and you were about to sing, but then each time you kept on playing and confusing the dickens out of her. But this is your choice. Whether I tell or not is entirely up to you...
If you had told it, which it's a good thing you didn't, you might have added that it was a good thing I was my own accompanist, since knowing there was a problem allowed me to proceed immediately back through the intro, without any of those long, telltale pauses.
I may need to put a disclaimer at the bottom of all my posts for now. This dumb laptop keyboard is not typing all the letters I'm pressing. It's making me really mad, since I have typos that are NOT MY FAULT in every other word.
I will quit correcting myself for a minute and see how it does. Oh. Well just because it works for a second desn't mean everything is fine. Maybe I'm just pounding a little extra hard right now from agiation. Hey, I KNOW I pushed tat t and tha h. Really, I'm not making this u. The keys clck and everything. I mayhave to start poundig likeon one of the old keyboards. (In case you didn't notice, the space bar doesn't always go when it's deessed. Of coure none of us respond so well when deprssed.)
So it's off to bedd bye forme, when I will dream awful dreams of dancing missing letters and malevolent space bars. I do't type nearly as fast when I keep having to backspace all te time and fix stuff. Except thatnow that I'm not fixing stuff I have so mch more freedo and am almost as fast as before, exceptmy hands keep hesitating from wanting to go back and fix stuff. Other than that, it's nice to have a tur with the laptop. Turn. A urn wit the laptop.
Even Neakbro smiled, reading that last post. Well, the big party is come and gone. I didn't get $75 worth of actual food, but what I ate was very high quality (fruit, bread, salad, dessert). I sat at the same table with Auntie T and Uncle P, who surprised me by being here for the weekend. Cousin R is now the chief of surgery at the local military hospital. He and Neakbro shared visits over the potluck yesterday. I also ate with 4 other people from my graduating class, plus visited with my first boyfriend from sophomore year. Got a nice kiss from his wife, too, for no reason I can think of except this is Hawaii and everybody kisses all the time. Poor Neakbro has had his stick-like reserve breached repeatedly by friendly people who wanted to welcome Susan's son! It was a real treat to watch...
Sometimes it's all about the food. Especially when I'm at Kimmy's house having dinner. Of course, the company often makes the food into a much more wonderful meal.
Sometimes my mind is on other things and I barely know I am eating, or have eaten. I have eaten my share of MRE's. I doubt Kimmy will ever serve them at her house, but they work when your body needs energy.
I have been reading, and enjoying. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE.
Would have loved to hear the intro played three times. I wonder how many people even knew what was going on. (Edited to add - I think Neak is still trying to do too much, in too little time. Know it won't change any time soon though.)
Would like to meet T&L's sons, and hear their side of the story.
Hey...you know...there might come a time when we might NEED them.
We keep some against "need" also. I usually pack some when I am driving around in the back country "just in case. "
Some of them are as good as your typical canned foods, and though I can't say I really like them, I don't mind.
You can take them out of the cardboard pouch, and put the foil pack on the engine block so they warm as you drive. It takes about 15 minutes to get warm. (We got a bunch of the entrees without heaters.)
Oh T&L, many of them are vegetarian. Isn't that exciting?
I'm in the back country a lot. You get used to it.
But the packet that makes about 2 gallons of gravy still makes me wonder why the Wookie bought it.
I don't know either. 2 gallons could be used by someone who can't cook to make a bad food palatable. Does the Wookie camp with male friends who can't cook?
Mr. C is such dead meat! He was on severa black lists after turning his room into a giant science experiment dump, and now he has started up again. Except that I caught him part-way and am making him clea up.
This tim it's not so much an experiment as a lab/factory. He "discovered" that if you mix Anti-Monkey Butt Powder with Gold Bond Medicated Powder, and sprinkle it between your cheeks, it will produce an interesting effect.
So he came out and announced, "Mom, I have two formulas ready. Well, one finished and one still a prototype. One is a rear coolant, and one is a rear lubricant."
As if that wasn't bad eough, his catchy advertising slogan is, "We work hard so your butt doesn't have to."
The whole house reeks of the powder, aswell as the manhoe cologne he doused his room with to cover the overpowering scent of Anti-Monke Butt Powder.
"It reall works," then pipes up thePrincess. "I tried it, and oooh," blissful wiggle "I'm so nice and cool."
TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI
I'm sure if any of you find yourselves in need of coolant or lubricant, Mr. C will gladly share his secret recipe and precise proportions of powders.
So he came out and announced, "Mom, I have two formulas ready. Well, one finished and one still a prototype. One is a rear coolant, and one is a rear lubricant."
And some people doubt the value of home schooling! :RollieEyes:
First of all, that's what it's really called. I am not making thi up.
It's an anti-ich powder for nether regions that can be found in some truck stops and the Wstern Supply Sore in Williston, ND. Mr. C has always loved te stuff. Mabe he felt grown-up when he used it, I don't know.
Keyboard still sticking, I take it? What a place to get Monkey Butt Powder!! Just what kind of shopping trips are you taking that boy on, anyway? :MrEEk:
BTW Kimmy, did you get any rain the last little while?
SS
Two.
Drops.
I was all ready to hunker down and spend Saturday doing kid's crafts and reading (bought two FULL PRICED BOOKS - I usually go to the half-priced bookstore). Had planned on making shepard's pie.
Sounds like the D is beginning to appreciate the fairer sex already. Good for him.
I always hope it (appreciation and respect) will start with their mothers, and their sisters, but usually not.
Number two son (and family) are visiting us this weekend from Phoenix AZ. His W is in a triathlon tomorrow. Tomorrow night we celebrate three B-days with a dinner at another son's house. Actual B-days are today (Friday) then Sunday, and next Wed, but we'll celebrate them all tomorrow.
I continue to be thankful that the injured members of AW's family are improving. I hope Aussie has his sense of humor back.
So, in all those years, I still haven't gotten me one of those marriages to build. What's with that?
I have thought about this ever since you posted it. Because I'm a guy (fix it man) I want to comment at length, and say all kinds of nice things to cheer you up. Probably best to leave it at hugs, but remember that people do care. I suspect the others here didn't know what to say, but I know they care too.
May all of you have a wonderful weekend. God be with you.
Fortunately, I accept responsibility for this particular weakness and I am willing to work hard. My weakness is in an area of his strength. If I take it in baby steps, I can do this! :twobyfour:
I talked to him today and his anger and irritation is waning.
Neaksis made a new special today, Forest Fire Soup, as she calls it. It's edible, but has a certain aroma. As the Princess asked, "Why does this smell like a motel?"
I had a non-triumph of my own - a batch of zuchinni bread that went inexplicably very wrong. It never rose at all. It just kind of spread out wide and flat like it was trying to take over the world, but died right at the beginning of the effort. It was horrible. And yes, I put in the baking soda AND the baking powder. Neaksis thinks it may have been too much oil. Who knows?
So anyway, this same Princess was eating the zuke "muffins" this morning, and expressing admiration for them. She said they were fine if you cut off the lower portion. Did I mention I burned some of them too? That wasn't the cause; it was only adding insult to injury.
Then a few minutes later, she loudly announced, "I'm going to slice off my bottom."
Spoke to Aussie on the phone for a little bit today. Wouldn't say too much about himself. We had a lovely talk for about 15 min or so then he was falling asleep.
Aussie reminded me of when he was assigned to go to Afghanistan this last time ... I think mentioned back then how upset Mikey was.. well Aussie reminded me of it in phone call today ..... we.... Mikey myself Liz and most of the family were saying good-bye.... Mikey then coming on three was holding on to his leg and pleading with Aussie not to leave. "No ...Da... no!" he kept repeating.
We were beginning to make a scene when Liz our older daughter, desperate to calm him, said, "Let Daddy go and I'll take you to get you a McDonalds burger and chips."
Immediately Mikey loosened his death grip .... stepped back and in a calm voice said, "Bye, Da." Aussie thought it was so funny & said humorously that it was good to know his place in Mikey's mind.
Then he asked me do you think he remembers me? This one I could answer, Mikey has a photo of his dad which he carries around and tells everyone he meets .. "My da" so proudly.
Its one of those things kids do and you never think much about it. But now I can't think why I didn't think it was so important. I just never thought it was unusual. God we need that man home.
I'm going to kill AJ if I don't die laughing first.
We were on the phone together when the Dervish came out, not in bed AGAIN, with his face all wrinkled up and clutching him, uh, self.
"What's wrong, Dervish? Why are you out of bed?" ~groan of pain and anguish~ "I sprayed perfume on my [member]." ~Sound of hysterical laughter from phone. I try to keep a straight face.~ "Why did you do that?" "I wanted my [member] to smell more gooder." ~Hysterical laughter rises an octave and fifty decibels. I can no longer keep a straight face, but try not to guffaw aloud.~ "Perfume is not meant to go on [members]. Of course it stings. Go take a shower and wash it with soap."
Which he did, with much ado and more moaning. When he finished, it was still hurting a bit so I had to go find him some ointment. I just hope it's ok by the time he goes to school in the morning.
Then there was his comment while he was putting on the ointment. "Wow! It looks like he's dancing!" ~frown~ "Dervish, I do not need to know about dancing [members]." ~chastened~ "Yes, Mom. He is just a regular [member] who only needs to move around to go to the bathroom and stuff. Not dancing."
I feel so sorry for that kid when he's 18 and starts bringing home girls to meet the family only to have her hear about dancing perfumed [member] stories.
I feel so sorry for that kid when he's 18 and starts bringing home girls to meet the family only to have her hear about dancing perfumed [member] stories.
You'd better feel REALLY sorry for him then. That's one of the tamer stories. That's OK, though. He looks cute when his face is beet-red. Kinda like Auntie Neaksis, now that I think of it...who, by the way, turned 30 just this month and is now officially untrustworthy and used up.
Hey! Don't you be frowning at me there, young lady. If your MOTHER can't cosset and cherish you, who's gonna?
Truth stranger than fiction? Oh yeah! I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Even this afternoon the bathroom almost makes me sneeze from the thick layer of "Eternity" still lingering. Forever.
We're at tutoring right now at the community center. This might be a good time to tell about the Dervish's first day of school. Secondhand, unfortunately, since Neaksis hasn't posted the eyewitness version.
The day was already going about like you would expect for a dervish on the first day of "real" school. Then it was time for dodgeball.
Val, Neaksis' 12yo DD, thought she hit the Dervish with the ball. Maybe she nicked his clothing, but I have a very hard time believing that anyone but a marksman could get that scrawny little child.
So there they are yelling back and forth. "I HIT YOU!" "YOU DID NOT!" "DID TOO!" "DID NOT!" And so on.
One of the older boys tried to get the game going again. "You're out, Dervish. Just go."
The Dervish was just turning to argue (are you surprised?) when WHAP!!! the ball smacked him up the side of the head. Whereupon the unsympathetic Auntie smiled sweetly and said, "Now you're out, Dervish."
The day improved from there. It would have been hard for it to get worse.
Aha! I knew I had forgotten a funny, and I just remembered it.
Last week there were kids' Bible studies at church, followed by a 1/2 hour parenting seminar. Yesterday, Neaksis' youngest was talking about this. "Yeah, but that was a school night, so we didn't stay for the parents' mating." :MrEEk:
The Dervish just came out again, once more supposed to be in bed, with masking tape wrapped round and round his head and covering his mouth.
"Dervish, you can sleep like that if you want, but I don't recommend it." "Mmmmm MMMMMMMM!" "You want it off?" "Mmmmm mmmmmm." "Sigh. Ok, come here." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" "Oh, was that part stuck to your hair? Sorry, but it hurts less to take it off fast." "Mmmmmmm. Mmmm mmmm mmm mm." "All right, you can finish it by yourself. Why did you put it on there?" "Mmmmmmmm. So I wouldn't talk. Aaaaaaah! Are you sure it's better fast? You finish it, no, I'll finish it. Aaaaaaaaah!!!! Is that a lot of hair? Look at all the hair."
Some children simply choose to be quiet and go to sleep.
Neak, you could use the masking tape to wrap him into bed. One little strip around his mouth and you'd have a lovely peaceful night!
I work in a Learning Support Class plus have three boys under 7 living next door to me (one is definitely made of the same stuff as your son - there is always a good thought process behind the devastation). Never a dull moment.
I have a DERVISH who is now 26...and ALMOST a normal person...of course, gotta love him..he still love, love, loves his "MOMMY"...
BUT..TEENAGE YEARS were none too pretty...
IMAGINE your DERVISH behind the wheel of a car...on a soccer field...being chased by a dozen Arianas....this is what I say to those memories...
ETA..I learned a couple of years later that his first grade teacher actually "TAPED" his mouth ...I think she got tired of HIM correcting HER grammar...OH MY...the stories I could tell but don't want to recall..
Another Dervish who made it to 26 without self-immolation??? I'm impressed! (And lucky to have gotten through school without getting MY mouth taped, lol!)
What really peeves me about all the talk on the tape episodes is that I NEVER thought about it when I needed it!!!
there was one certain young lady ... whom I will not mention ... where I could have used the famous hundred mile an hour tape on ......... wouldn't have been any use on our son though .... he'd have eaten it :RollieEyes:
When it rains, it pours. Neaksis' DD12 overflowed the UPSTAIRS toilet at Mom's last night. Mr. C had previously been in there, had a great deal to flush, but forgot. Val, diva that she is, refused to flush for him, and added her own load to the overworked bowl. Then stood there silently and stared as the water rose and rose and rose.
When it began actually spilling over onto the floor, she began to shriek, at last. Poor Mom had to wade sockfoot into the mess to turn off the water.
All the children were sent racing off in search of towels, then racing off in search of buckets and little trash cans to catch as much as possible of the large waterfall cascading into the downstairs living room. Them we had a WHAT TO DO IF THE TOILET IS PLUGGED seminar for all the children together.
The Dervish was nearly in tears. Some of you may remember when he flooded part of our bathroom, and how paranoid he has been since, asking me to come and examine nearly every bowel movement to make sure it will "go down". So he was all red-eyed and heart pounding after the 2-story deluge.
Val just broke down and sobbed. "Can they all go away??? They were just telling me at church how grown-up I was - such a little lady! BOO HOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Never say I'm afraid to help in a crisis. I immediately took the 4 children who were NOT involved in the cleanup, played with them and read stories to them till it was done.
Oh, and how Mr. C was fingered as the original depositor, was Mom had to sweep up peas off the floor, among other things. Mr. C had been over at her house and eaten peas the day before. None of the other children had eaten peas all week. But thanks to the head of CSI Mymommy, he didn't get away with it.
Them we had a WHAT TO DO IF THE TOILET IS PLUGGED seminar for all the children together.
What a very nice, benign description you have given of my fine rant! It included some memorable lines. "The plunger is NOT high tech. YOU can use it." "You don't just stand there, with the plunger right next to you on the floor, and watch the toilet overflow." "The toilet doesn't overflow like Old Faithful geyser, and suddenly spray poop water all over the bathroom. It rises in the bowl, and you can see it happening. Don't wait till it's running over the edge to do something about it." "Don't be downstairs crying, complaining, and trying to blame someone else for the mess, while I'm upstairs standing in YOUR poop chunks, or I'm gonna get mad."
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Mr. C didn't get away with it.
This should not be interpreted to mean that he didn't do his best, even after he was "fingered" (BAD metaphor there, Neak) as the purveyor of pea poop. He may still be sailing Denial this morning, for all I know. I'm clean. I'm dry. I don't care any longer.
I told your dad that I'd had to turn off the water to the tank because it kept running and thought maybe I'd yanked it too hard when I was trying to stop Niagara. I suggested that he look at it in the morning, but then decided to do it myself to see how much trouble I was going to be in for breaking the toilet in my desperate effort to hold back the tides. Turns out it worked just fine, and quit running constantly, as soon as I removed the spray bottle that had fallen in the tank and was holding the valve open. Getting to be QUITE the home handyperson these days, I am!!
A lot like bleach. And a variety of other cleansers. And the towels used to sop up the mess, now that they've been washed 6 times in hot water, smell OK, too!
And I was only wearing a sock on one foot--not that this made it any better...
Just an aside: People who want to deny culpability in toilet overflowings should be more diligent in chewing their food, so that previously-ingested substances are not clearly identifiable to the astute--and irate--observer! :RollieEyes:
I won't ask for the person who left the spray bottle in the loo tank.
weekend is going well......... we just spent a few hours with the assorted family flavours tonight. :RollieEyes:
Aussie got a whole lot of attention ..... especially from our resident artist who bats for the other side .... gay as ..... but a very gentle man ......... who first cried and then said Aussie was such a wonderful caring person. ...... why can't I meet a man like him? he told the room
Then Aussies brother told us how he is getting ready to run the Rottenest Triathlon in 3 weeks and had gone to a masseuse .... a 67 yr old shearer ... who started to do deep tissue massage on his butt using this VERY smelly oil and talked about crutching sheep ... made him VERY nervous .... then he couldn't walk for some time ..... his wife and I just started giggling and couldn't stop
However it was cozy and romantic to watch the sun go down over looking the Indian Ocean ....... watching the ship lights come on ...... snuggling in the shadows on the lounge chairs ... when Aussies cousin comes up and SCREAMS 'get a room you two!!' promptly resulting in my butt impacting the floor rather quickly.
Ah yes... just brimming with ... difference.... this family :RollieEyes: :crosseyedcrazy:
And I was only wearing a sock on one foot--not that this made it any better...
I wondered why you were only wearing one, partway through. I thought maybe you took it off because it got dirty.
I was in the process of putting them on, in preparation for the aborted "walk", which turned out to be a combination of a "stand", a "swim", and a "sermon". At least for me... :crosseyedcrazy:
After Dark The ongoing saga of the Dervish's post-bedtime adventures.
I was saying goodnight to AJ, and oddly enough, the Dervish came back out to play after being sent to bed. AJ was just about to hang up when something caught my ear, and I told him to hang on because he would probably want to hear the discussion.
"Dervish, why were you just talking to your sister about testacles?" ~shocked look~ "I wasn't! I was talking about those suction cup thingies. On a giant squid!" "Ahhhhhhh. You mean TENTACLES." "Hee hee. Yes. Ten-tuh-kulls."
I learn so much from the children that you could never get from Nat Geo.
Hey! The doctor who did my colonoscopy is a personal (really personal--heh,heh) friend from church and he gave me pictures of my colon and my diverticuli. Would it liven up their thread any if I posted my rectum for them? It's all in living color, too! Betcha that'd be a bit of a conversation stopper, don't 'cha think?
The photos will provide a completely different slant on your MB nom de plume T&L .... lol
Mr and Mrs VDK are home ..... together ........ alone ...... since 6.30 this morning. She wished to collect him all alone this morning... you know the wife thing .... Which I understand completely. They NEED this time. My darlings.
Aussie myself and Mikey have been at the Royal Show since VERY early..... I guess that's like a state fair ..... aussie has done very well, limping a bit, resting often but really enjoying spoiling Mikey with show bags and rides....actually I suspect HE got far more fun out of the rides....... especially the ghost train .. :RollieEyes: very very uneasy in the crowds though. I'd almost say a trapped animal look but not quite.
I wonder when I can ring home to come home ?
Other than a bit pale and drawn looking he looks ok. Very pleased to be home.
Its SO strange having men in the house again... really .. not joking ..... weird or what?
but very happy
well cafe dinner has arrived before the phone call so I'm going to try to get mikey to stop eating chocolate and eat his fish & chips.
Today, I got an epidural steroid injection in my right SI joint. So, they roll me into this room and have me roll from the gurney onto the table thing with the x-ray sort of machine over it. And they pull my top up and my pants down and then the good-looking doctor walks in. Nothing like mooning a man who is going to jab needles down into the bones in your bum.
Let's hope your moon, under those circumstances then, was peaceful, placid, and calm, unroiled by moisture, nor enveloped in vaporous cloud formations, or emitting thundering roars!! :MrEEk:
For most women, this would not be an anticipatory thing. They ordinarily wait to be torn until the baby is actually emerging from a personal orifice. At least that's been MY experience! Howdy, Pep. I'm often pleasantly reminded of you, too.
The Princess finked out on her camping trip this weekend, because I wasn't going. :RollieEyes: Apparently the subject was sensitive, since this afternoon she shrewishly berated me for "rubbing her nose in it".
What had I done? Thoughtlessly and free of malice, I had called after her and the Dervish as they got into their Auntie's car, "Bye guys, I'll see you this afternoon."
My Princess is now her husbands problem... ah I mean joy ... of course I do thats it JOY JOY JOY lol
well most of the time.
The girls are learning some very sad songs for the next concert .. mummy had a cry
My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The fife and drum beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son same home today
My youngest son was a fine young man With a wife, a daughter and two sons And a man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they say They brought their young saint home today
An desert sky looks down and weeps Upon the narrow streets At children's blood in gutters spilled In dreams of glory unfulfilled As part of freedom's price to pay My youngest son came home today
My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The pipe and drum beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son came home today And this time he's here to stay
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He don't know how to lie Or undermine you He don't know how to steal How to deal or deceive So leave him alone, set him free Cause he's speaking with the angel That only he can see
You say he's so helpless Well what about you You don't pull the strings Don't you know anything Just leave him alone, let him be Cause he's speaking with the angel That only he can see
Would you teach him about heaven Would you show him how to love the earth Would you poison him with prejudice From the moment of his birth
He in the name of love He in the blood of the lamb He that never lays blame He don't even know his name Just leave him alone, let him be Cause he's speaking with the angel Speaking with the angel The very one that spoke to you and me Oh do you remember?
Bad enough seeing the words - you hafta listen to them with music & everything!
Say, has anyone ever tried letting your bread rolls rise all night long? How did that work for you? Not so well for me. :twobyfour: The Creature from the Tan Lagoon
I've let some bread rise overnight. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I have a good Italian bread recipe. Makes two crusty, dense loaves. We love the stuff. Want me to post the recipe?
Someone we know made big news yesterday by being arrested. We told the children last night to avoid any shocked hearing about it at church today. They all have troubles with dishonesty and theft, and we talked (yet again) about how when you're little and get in trouble your consequences are comparatively small, but when a grownup does things like that, the consequences are much bigger. The Dervish was very quiet for much of it, and after awhile his eyes started to get red. He claimed it was because he was yawning right next to the chopped-up onions, but I beg leave to doubt THAT story, too! :RollieEyes:
He claimed it was because he was yawning right next to the onions, but I beg leave to doubt THAT story, too!
If that's the case, I needed to have had ONIONS sitting all around my house for MY DERVISH..would have saved LOTS of MONEY...he hasn't done anything MAJOR....BUT....this and that
I used to bake bread...... made it all by hand ...... then my mum gave us her bread making machine because she couldn't be bothered doing it any more. .... of course the new French bakery that opened up about 100m away didn't have anything to do with it,... no of course not... anyway once I got that wonderful machine I measure out the flour, add water and yeast put the timer on and 'ding ding ding' alarms go off and we have a half loaf crisp as ever and yum yum,
hey the girls are doing a concert right as we type!! for Telethon 24 hours of free tv coverage to raise money for the Princess Margaret Hospital. I decided to let Jonny.. his mate.. and Aussie go to see our Princesses lol, besides they have a whole load of soldiers there on R & R and things get rowdy and they drink & drink & drink then go to the pubs. Those 3 will feel right at home.
besides she will get interviewed again and then maybe I'll find out what she is going to do next :RollieEyes:
one of Jonnys mates is staying with us from is unit. He was a bit nervous staying with the 'old man' but has relaxed into the noisy neighbourhood disturbing clan. 'Steel' needs mothering . trust me ... really he does ...
1 3/4 cups boiling water 1 tablespoon butter or margarine 1 tablespoon sugar 2 teaspoons salt 2 packages dry yeast 4 1/2 - 5 cups all-purpose flour, divided 2 tablespoons cornmeal vegetable oil 1 egg white 1 tablespoon water
Combine boiling water and butter; stir until butter melts. Cool to lukewarm (105-115 degrees F)
Combine sugar, salt, yeast, and 2 cups flour in a large mixing bowl. Gradually add butter mixture, beating at low speed of an electric mixer until moistened. Increase to medium speed, and beat 2 minutes. Add 1/2 cup flour and beat an additional 2 minutes. Gradually stir in enough remaining flour to make a soft dough (dough should remain soft and slightly sticky).
Turn dough out onto a heavily floured surface, and knead until smooth and elastic (about 8-10 minutes). Divide in half; cover ad let rest 20 minutes.
Crease a cookie sheet, sprinkle with cornmeal, and set aside.
Place dough on a lightly floured surface. Roll each half into a 15x10 inch rectangle. Roll up jellyroll fashion, beginning at wide edge. Place dough seam side down on cookie sheet; turn under edges, and brush with oil. cover loosely with plastic wrap, and chill at least 2 hours.
Remove loaves from refrigerator; uncover, and let stand 10 minutes. Cut several diagonal slashes, 3/4 inch deep, in top of each loaf. Bake at 400 degrees F for 20 minutes. Combine egg white and 1 tablespoon water, mixing well; brush over loaves. Bake an additional 5 minutes.
Yield: 2 loaves
When I first served this to xh in 1987, he said it was a 'most perfect bread'.....I guess, in all those years, I did do something right.
My daughter asked if her boyfriend could tutor her in precal yesterday afternoon at the house. I had my suspicions but thought I'd give them a chance to prove themselves worthy of trust. Then, I came home earlier than expected. :RollieEyes: At least they hadn't gotten all their clothes off. When I walked into her room, she jumped across the room as he hastily zipped his shorts while lying, shirtless, on her bed. She was down to her panties.
Waited. I walked him to the door. He couldn't look me in the eye. He started to open the door to the basement and I suggested he use the front door.
I really don't know what to do. Do I have a talk with him? Do I let his parents know?
As for my daughter, I already have her cell phone. There won't be any more study sessions. And, if I let her go out with him, I think there needs to be a chaperone.
The thing is - they are high school seniors. Next year, I won't be around to lead her. I am so disappointed.
I gave her a chance to show maturity and trustworthiness and she didn't.
I totally agree. They are lucky to still be alive. And intact.
I've told her dad. And, furthermore, I told him that if we have to deal with birth control, we don't mess with pills....too much going to the drugstore. Too much opportunity to forget. I vote for the IUD and cover that base for years.
He did apologize. He did say he was sorry. But, sorry is as sorry does. The truly sorry learn and don't do it again. I want to see that. While he was busy trying to figure out how to open the door to go to my basement, he was busy looking at the floor and apologizing. I did recommend that he go out the front door instead of going to the basement.
My daughter and I have this joke about wire ties - you know those plastic strips you can use to tie wires together. I've told her that, if she gave me any trouble, I would wire tie her pants before her dates so she couldn't get them down. I may just have to do that the next time I let her out of the house.
As for your daughter, she was letting you know that she is not strong enough to be unsupervised. As a wise and courageous mother, you heard her cry for help, for tighter boundaries.
I don't know how you're going to keep teenagers from doing it without constant chaperoning. They have those strong sexual desires...caused by HORMONES...Aren't boys at their sexual peak at age 18? They will SNEAK unless watched very closely...Sorry, I think that's the way it is...I'm not saying that it wasn't highly disrespectful of them...and deceitful..BUT..
(Sigh)Raising teenagers was ONE of the hardest things I had to do...
Hey Cin been through the teen thing, will be going through it again with a boy.
Unfortunately for parents, boys will be boys and even worse girls will be girls. I used to met my DD blokes while I was cleaning my kit, the knives, guns my fav was the MP5, I was really upset when she turned 18 and wouldn't let me vet them anymore Sometimes I wasn't sure if I was protecting her or the young fellas though.
Take her for a walk through a single mum health centre for teens, it ain't much fun doing it all on your own from what I've seen.
No parties, no schooling, no money, no going out with friends, nappies lots of nappies, long nights, hair goes grey (well actually that sounds a bit like being M. )
Of course when I was that age I was completely trustworthy I was NEVER caught in those circumstances
well I dropped in to say g'day so now I'm off to bed - I gotta go play gocarts at 7.30, I mean meet my bro for breakfast hon
OMG - Thank goodness you are still alive and posting! A billion prayers have gone up for you. It is WONDERFUL seeing you post. Thanks for your sacrifice in defeating terrorism and please pass that on to your mates. You are my hero.
I just got off the phone with the boyfriend. He called to apologize.
I read him the riot act. I did tell him I understood they were teenagers doing what teenagers do and it was my job to protect my daughter. I told him how beautiful and precious she is to me and that I would do anything to protect her. I've already dealt with police detectives, the District Attorney's office, court, and lost my sister all in an effort to protect my daughter and I could do it again. I told him that I had been a date rape victim so I knew things got out of hand sometimes. I also told him that the definition of rape in TN says that a spoken no is a no even if she leads you on. That's the definition and crossing the line could cost him for years.
He is Jewish and I asked him if the holiday had anything to do with the apology. He said it did. He realized at services last night that he owed me a big apology.
I'm not mad. Anger eats you up. I'm just in bulldog mode....
U don't think their sexual desires are normal? I don't understand why you mentioned rape to him. I am the mother of two boys, though. I'm biased...and one of their good friends was wrongfully charged with rape. Almost ruined his life and career. She was a "GOOD" girl that said YES and got caught. Girls want it, too, and don't always say no. I sure wanted it when I was a teenage girl. That's one one good thing my mother did. We were able to talk about THAT if not other things.
I wanted him to know that I mean business. I figure what they were doing was normal. That doesn't mean I consider it acceptable. He probably knows she was sexually abused several years ago. I want him to understand that, if he hurts her, I can rise to the challenge.
I told him, along with the other stuff, that I knew it was hard for him to call me and apologize and that I did accept it. But, I did expect more out of him. I also told him my daughter had said it was her not-so-bright idea.
That he needed to know that he should respect not only my daughter but any other girl he might date in the future. And, playing with fire can cost him for years.
Just got back from getting stitches in my hand, can't type so well yet. Got a cut from glass in a deamatic 3 stooges kind of way, but it's too hard to type effectively when e's d's and c's are uncomfortable, w's, s's, and x's hurt, and q's, a's, and z's have to be hunted and pecked. If I were an amputee I would adjust somehow. Since I am not, why bother????
What have you done? It's probably something I've done in the past. :RollieEyes: At my chiropractor's office, they frequently ask me how I got hurt this time. I'm a disaster looking for a place to happen.
We have to take DS4 to get some testing done today. They docs won't tell us why - exact words, "We don't want to go there yet."
He has a swollen lymph node under his arm and yesterday while we were playing cars, he turned his head and I noticed a cherry tomato sized lump on the side of his neck. I immediately had Nio take hime to the 24/7 clinic.
Why won't the docs say what we're looking for???
I'm writing everyone I know in the hopes someone can ease my mind because the stuff I'm reading on the internet is scaring the poowaddles out of me.
Swollen lymph nodes in a chain immdiately brings to mind a worst-case scenario of cancer, and lymphatic cancer is very scary because of how easily and quickly it spreads. They are hoping to rule it out before they frighten you to death.
There may be other bad things too, but that's the worst that I know of. There are plenty of less serious things it could be, so wait till you hear something. We'll pray for your little.
Oh my goodness......... DON'T read on the internet. It will scare the heck out of you. Just get him tested and treated. Chances are good that it is just a lymph node responding to some infection.
The doctors don't want to guess on every horrible thing it could be. Stay calm.
The internet is definitely a two-edged sword. Don't panic until you have to, Kimmy. I know--easier for me to say than for you to do. Prayers for you all.
And HELLO to Aussie. My goodness, but it was nice to "hear your voice" again. Dare we hope you're home for good this time, or will they have you, in true Aussie fashion, out chewing nails and spitting out tacks as soon as may be? :MrEEk:
Kimmy, truly they don't want to worry you because there are so many more benign things it could be, and probably is. Let us know as soon as you find out something.
Hey, I don't think I said hi to Aussie yet, either.
HI AUSSIE!!!!!
It was sooooooo good to hear from you, even if I have the attention span of a gnat. :crosseyedcrazy: You be sure and keep that AW on her toes, you hear?
The short version of my hand is: 1. Washing dishes. 2. Turned to set one of Grandma's cute little punch cups down to dry. 3. Dropped punch cup. 4. Tried to catch punch cup. 5. Stumbled forward. 6. Handle broke off punch cup. 7. Fell on cup. 8. The stub of the broken handle went into my hand.
Eeyore: Guess I won't get much done today. Left hand practically useless. Pollyanna: It's not my right hand anyway, so I'll get SOME stuff done.
The nurse sent me home with an excuse note for work, aka children, saying NO DISHWASHING!
She sent me some info on cat scratch disease. We thought that was what it was when the first node was discovered, and were treating him with anti-bs. We started freaking out when the one on his neck popped up, and because the doc at the clinic said he couldn't believe blood tests weren't done.
After reading all the info I can find on the cat scratch thing, I'm betting money it's this.
I'll bet the anti-bs we got just aren't strong enough to knock it out.
We were recently adopted by a kitten, but she is going to the ASPCA this weekend cos she won't use the litter box (blech).
There was even a lesion on his back that I thought had been an infected bug bite and one of the sites say it's very common to mistake the lesion for a bug bite. Our two grown cats are VERY laid back and de-clawed.
No, you're not crazy, and what a relief that you probably know what it is.
I hve decided to strt typing without the first letter of the lphbet since tht's the one tht hurts the most. No more lst letter of the lphbet, either. I'm not cry.
You haven't heard much because he's boring, lololol.
He gets up early, goes to work early, gets home late, goes to bed right away, and starts over the next day. Dull dull dull.
Not on a daily basis, but overall, he has made a huge difference to the tiny, dying church he's been attending. (Hey, just realized I've been typing a's, even if not happily.) His enthusiasm has been contagious, and they are all catching fire and looking for ways to reach out to others.
The head elder has begun preaching some of the time, instead of simply playing sermon tapes on the weeks the pastor is at the other churches, and one lady who has apparently spent all her time there (5+years) in the pew has agreed to teach the lessons for a month. Every one of them has benefitted from AJ's time there, and he has been awestruck to see God use him in such a way.
He's supposed to get his first snow tonight, that's about the only other bit of news at the moment.
The original plan was for him to go to MT and work on a farm while I got everything ready to move, then the kids and I would move out there with him in a couple of months, hopefully. He got out there, and within 2 days had fallen apart without us (me).
So instead I went out there for the summer, came back right after the start of school, and he is just finishing up the harvest. He'll have everything ready to come back in a few weeks. This time around, he didn't fall to pieces because he knew he would be back with us soon.
He's been terribly lonely, and working usually about 12 hours a day 6 days a week, and is spending all his time with his brother, who also works with him. He's back to washing his own clothes and cooking his own food, and calling to tell me how much he appreciates everything I've always done to take care of him.
So no, he's not here right now, but in a few weeks if I suddenly disappear from cyberspace for a few days, you'll know why.
Hee hee, found a couple of funnies in the archives. The first is a dream Neaksis had a couple years ago.
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Oh, and believer, I dreamed I was defeating a gang of num-chuk(sp?) wielding vandals at a school while running back and forth to check on the baby. I remeber thinking, "But I don't even know how to use these. Oh, well!"
I also dreamed that my mother and I went on a really, REALLY wild roller coaster at Disneyland. While there we saw the police arresting a man who had a dose of wet pot, and, as everyone knows it will, it had made him suicidal. We found the quaint little shop where he had purchased it from and the knick-knack with the hidden compartment. Last I remember we were on our way to rat them out. Actually, I do remember being embarrased that my older brother wouldn't get out of the pond by the log ride. He was looking for gold deposits.
And here is a little Grandpa anecdote. Little anecdote, not little Grandpa.
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Not to belabor anything about poor Grandpa, but after you've told how he was a missionary there for so many years, I feel it only fair to point out that these days, for him, everywhere is unfamiliar territory. (Even my bedroom, as it turns out. "Is this the other end of the house, or am I in China?") But last week at church, one of his old students came up to chat with him, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he still recalled every moment of the good ol' days.
On Friday night Aussie went drinking with some friends and to meet up with his darling little 4th cousin fresh from Ireland, Edel 23 yrs old. I finally got into the city and parked the car up the road from the pub and walking in and had a lovely time catching up with her. Absolute gentle kind wise girl. Some day a bloke will be very lucky to marry her. She's travelling around Australia and is half decided to
Anyway we walked her to the train so she could catch up with friends and walked back to the car. Along the way we were passing a block of high priced apartments and saw a sign on the auto opening door. It read: "Please ring bell for the caretaker." Aussie rang the bell and an older man appeared. "Are you the caretaker?" Aussie asked. "Yes, I am," replied the man. "What do you want?" "I'd just like to know why you can't ring the bell yourself."
So sorry to make you wait and worry. Could not get on MB for love or money yesterday. The page kept trying to load then would go nowhere. Here is the update from yesterday:
The nodes are HUGE.
We had to hold him down so the doc could look at the one under his arm. He's done to death of doctors, btw. Keeps asking to go home.
3 hours at the doc yesterday. Trying one more antibiotic. It's a compound, which means we had to drive to 4 pharmacies to see if they could mix it for us.
3 doses later, and still no change.
Doc says even though it's a 10 day course of meds, if there is still no change by Friday we'll prolly have to biopsy.
So now it's 8 doses later and no change. He cannot put his arm down all the way because the node under his arm is pressing against a nerve.
But still he is a go-getter. NOTHING is slowing him, so that is a GOOD sign.
He and daddy hung out yesterday. They went out to see our new house. The workers were framing the roof. Lucky dogs getting to see our house being put together. Whenever the rest of us go, it's the weekend and no one is actually working on it. To us, it's like the brownies are doing.
But DS4 got to see all the Bobs (the Builder) hard at work and it tickled him green (his favorite color).
Will call the doc tomorrow if the nodes haven't gone down at all so we can get in Friday to a specialist.
Having become a goddess of a certain age, I have to have a colonoscopy next week. So far, so good. Until I looked at the paperwork last night. The doctor who is doing is is someone I've actually had conversations with...I've been to his house...I've had my picture made with his wife...and he's going to shove 5 miles of tubing up my most personal side.
And he's doing it because you are special to the world, not to embare-[censored] you.
Promise.
Trying to get No-no into the doc today. The node on his neck is smaller, but the one under his arm is so painful that he won't put his arm to his side.
Since the one is responding to the anti-bs, I'm thinking that it's not the worst, but he may have to have the armpit one drained.
Joy.
But really, I am happy it's not worse.
If you all knew how wonderful this child is, you'd all be beating a path to my door to snatch him away. He makes even the grouchiest people grin.
So, I live in a real city....not a little burg. Somewhere between 500,000 and 1,500,000 people - depending on how you count it. However, it amazes me how small the world can be.
My internist has a daughter who has, at different times, gone to school with both my children SO I used to see him at different school events. Now this....at least, with this doctor, our children don't go to school together any more and, you are very right, he won't remember me - and, if he did, he wouldn't say anything.
A 2008 column by Dave Barry, surely one of the funniest writers around... And besides, he's right!
OK. You turned 50. You know you're supposed to get a colonoscopy. But you haven't. Here are your reasons:
1. You've been busy.
2. You don't have a history of cancer in your family.
3. You haven't noticed any problems.
4. You don't want a doctor to stick a tube 17,000 feet up your butt.
Let's examine these reasons one at a time. No, wait, let's not. Because you and I both know that the only real reason is No. 4. This is natural. The idea of having another human, even a medical human, becoming deeply involved in what is technically known as your ''behindular zone'' gives you the creeping willies.
I know this because I am like you, except worse. I yield to nobody in the field of being a pathetic weenie medical coward. I become faint and nauseous during even very minor medical procedures, such as making an appointment by phone. It's much worse when I come into physical contact with the medical profession. More than one doctor's office has a dent in the floor caused by my forehead striking it seconds after I got a shot.
In 1997, when I turned 50, everybody told me I should get a colonoscopy. I agreed that I definitely should, but not right away. By following this policy, I reached age 55 without having had a colonoscopy. Then I did something so pathetic and embarrassing that I am frankly ashamed to tell you about it.
What happened was, a giant 40-foot replica of a human colon came to Miami Beach. Really. It's an educational exhibit called the Colossal Colon, and it was on a nationwide tour to promote awareness of colo-rectal cancer. The idea is, you crawl through the Colossal Colon, and you encounter various educational items in there, such as polyps, cancer and hemorrhoids the size of regulation volleyballs, and you go, ''Whoa, I better find out if I contain any of these things,'' and you get a colonoscopy.
If you are as a professional humor writer, and there is a giant colon within a 200-mile radius, you are legally obligated to go see it. So I went to Miami Beach and crawled through the Colossal Colon. I wrote a column about it, making tasteless colon jokes. But I also urged everyone to get a colonoscopy. I even, when I emerged from the Colossal Colon, signed a pledge stating that I would get one.
But I didn't get one. I was a fraud, a hypocrite, a liar. I was practically a member of Congress.
Five more years passed. I turned 60, and I still hadn't gotten a colonoscopy. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I got an e-mail from my brother Sam, who is 10 years younger than I am, but more mature. The email was addressed to me and my middle brother, Phil. It said:
``Dear Brothers,
``I went in for a routine colonoscopy and got the dreaded diagnosis: cancer. We're told it's early and that there is a good prognosis that they can get it all out, so, fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that. And of course they told me to tell my siblings to get screened. I imagine you both have.''
Um. Well.
First I called Sam. He was hopeful, but scared. We talked for a while, and when we hung up, I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, ``HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BUTT!''
I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called ''MoviPrep,'' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes -- and here I am being kind -- like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, ''a loose watery bowel movement may result.'' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ''What if I spurt on Andy?'' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.
At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the hell the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was Dancing Queen by Abba. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, Dancing Queen has to be the least appropriate.
''You want me to turn it up?'' said Andy, from somewhere behind me.
''Ha ha,'' I said.
And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.
I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking ``Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine . . .''
. . . and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.
But my point is this: In addition to being a pathetic medical weenie, I was a complete moron. For more than a decade I avoided getting a procedure that was, essentially, nothing. There was no pain and, except for the MoviPrep, no discomfort. I was risking my life for nothing.
If my brother Sam had been as stupid as I was -- if, when he turned 50, he had ignored all the medical advice and avoided getting screened -- he still would have had cancer. He just wouldn't have known. And by the time he did know -- by the time he felt symptoms -- his situation would have been much, much more serious. But because he was a grown-up, the doctors caught the cancer early, and they operated and took it out. Sam is now recovering and eating what he describes as ''really, really boring food.'' His prognosis is good, and everybody is optimistic, fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that.
Which brings us to you, Mr. or Mrs. or Miss or Ms. Over-50-And-Hasn't-Had-a-Colonoscopy. Here's the deal: You either have colo-rectal cancer, or you don't. If you do, a colonoscopy will enable doctors to find it and do something about it. And if you don't have cancer, believe me, it's very reassuring to know you don't. There is no sane reason for you not to have it done.
I am so eager for you to do this that I am going to induce you with an Exclusive Limited Time Offer. If you, after reading this, get a colonoscopy, let me know by sending a self-addressed stamped envelope to Dave Barry Colonoscopy Inducement, The Miami Herald, 1 Herald Plaza, Miami, FL 33132. I will send you back a certificate, signed by me and suitable for framing if you don't mind framing a cheesy certificate, stating that you are a grown-up who got a colonoscopy. Accompanying this certificate will be a square of limited-edition custom-printed toilet paper with an image of Miss Paris Hilton on it. You may frame this also, or use it in whatever other way you deem fit.
But even if you don't want this inducement, please get a colonoscopy. If I can do it, you can do it. Don't put it off. Just do it.
Be sure to stress that you want the non-Abba version.
My doctor gave me photos of mine. The general impression is pink, smooth, and shiny. As it SHOULD be. There was certainly nothing in there to cause any "clutter"!! :RollieEyes:
Great - I just realized, this afternoon, that our big fall festival at church in next Sunday. That means popcorn, cotton candy, all that fun stuff.....not a good time to devote to the taking of nuclear laxatives.
Maybe I could send Aussie to help you by telling jokes ..... oh .. yeah ... of course ..... most of his jokes are not fit for civilised people ...women I mean
:RollieEyes:
I like this song..... something to wake up to
And so it goes another lonely day Your savin time but your miles away Your fly was drownin in some bitter tea For seeing lost opportunity
Find your mirror go and look inside And see the talent you always hide Don't go kidd yourself well not today Satisfaction's not to far away
Hold on now your exits here It's waiting just for you Don't pause too long It's fading now It's ending all too soon you'll see
Soon you'll see
Your coffee's warm but your milk is sour Life is short but your here to flower Dream yourself along another day Never miss opportunity
Don't be scared of what you cannot see Your only fear is possibility Never wonder what the hell went wrong Your second chance may never come along
Hold on now your exits here It's waiting just for you Don't pause too long It's fading now It's ending all too soon you'll see
Soon you'll see
Hold on now your exits here It's waiting just for you Don't pause too long It's fading now It's ending all too soon you'll see
Soon you'll see Soon you'll see Soon you'll see Soon you'll see Soon you'll see
They didn't do anything but start an IV, then take it out and tell us to wait over the weekend. Oh, and they prescribed ANOTHER anti-b that made him puke all over the backseat Saturday morning. TG for Garanimals and baby wipies and a WalMart on every corner.
It's still there. It still hurts him.
He's still a trooper, and he LOVES the live culture yogurts that are just his b/c they help his poor tummy heal from the meds.
I lay awake last night and tried to figure out what we should do. Do we take him back in or wait longer?
Disconcerted and unsure, Kimmy
PS - They mentioned they were re-running the test for Cat Scratch Fever and now for mono. How does a 4 year old get mono??? Knowing my kid the mono was prolly stuck to George and took hold via his ear canal.
Thank you guys. He's such a GOOD boy. Such a lovable kid...one of my 5 favorite kids in the whole wide world.
The doc just told me to take him OFF the $60 med (the one we ran all over town to find) and to keep him on the one the ER doc prescribed. She is also prescribing a steroid to see if the swelling comes down. We are supposed to take him in on Friday. She told me that there is NO reason to have him on 2 anti bs.
Ah. Oh. And she was more than a little peeved that the ER doc didn't drain it like she'd requested him to do. She said she asked him to do it specifically and he told her he would...then he consulted with another ER doc while we were there and decided NOT to drain it.
Tired and on the way to MY doc (it never ends), Kim
Be a pain in the butt, Kimmy, and make them explain everything you don't understand. You have my email address. I am officially, permanently disabled as of today--not my choice, but that's how it worked out--and if you want my phone #, write and ask me and you can talk to me in real time about issues that are coming up with his treatment. If there's anybody in the WORLD who knows how to be a pain in the butt, hospital-wise, I would be that person! :RollieEyes:
Kimmy, my momma can whoop some sense into them. I'll loan her to you.
Choir practice was soooooo much fun yesterday! My voice hasn't had such a good workout since college. Anybody wanna come to the concert Nov 28th and again the 29th? You don't have to go to both; I promise.
Today while cleaning up some old stuff, I found a trip journal from 2001. The Dervish was barely holding his head up at the time, so he featured less prominently. Grandma more than made up for any lack. I'll post it on here as I'm able.
I've never heard of Mooncups but I have used THIS and liked it quite a bit. I have heard that it does provide freedom for a-hem 'activities' you can't normally engage in during 'that time of the month'. Not that I get exposure.
YOU_NEAK! That's gross. :MrEEk: Or are you talking about the unidentified item previously mentioned? I certainly hope so! Cinderella, I've never thought those looked that wise, personally--not that, at my age, it matters to me for my own sake. It just seems like an "accident" with one of those gizmos would be nothing less than an epic fail, and an embarrassment of major, no--astronomical, no--UNIVERSAL proportions!
You know, when I've used them, I've not had accidents. Go figure!
Right now, I'm trying to figure out what's going on w/ my body....I had the 6 week long period, then a short one, then nothing for a few months. Have appt w/ doctor on 11/11.
So, the Day Of Preparation was to be next Sunday. That is FallFest at church. I have been asked to help with the popcorn booth. And, I have to decorate my car and hand out trunk-or-treats. I can't be busy with nuclear laxatives!!!! This is not working for me!!!
Kimmy hows our little man? keeping the little one in my prayers.... hope all is well and things improving ..... please let us know.
some Drs have no communications skills while SOME communicate far too much.
On the lighter side ... maybe I should send Dr Liz over. After she arrives and gets Federal approval to practice and then state approval and the AMA approval she will be able to treat the darling boy ........ in about 2015
Rella ... womanopause = Reloading the gun
I told Aussie about TL's new word womanopause and jokingly asked him to ask my mum what it was while he was around there dropping off some borrowed plates.
He did
she threw her shoe at him My Dad strategically withdrew from the room APPARENTLY :crosseyedcrazy:
TL she hit him alright Only soft shoes but he did deserve it. She had the other off but dad had zipped out the back already. She eyed me off but I wisely pretended total ignorance
However she felt so much better after doing it.
Maybe you should throw something at Neak or AJ or someone? I'd lend you Aussie but he's over here
What do you mean Rella?????? I know how good I have it
Well its bed time for him and its the same for me......... night all
Apparently it takes awhile for the nodes to deflate (or whatever) once they get big like that.
His armpit is actually pain free IN and around the node now, except that his clothing rubbed the skin and chafed something fierce.
I let him run shirt free at home...
He's so freaking cute...you all should see. He is in desperate need of a haircut and has super straight, almost black hair that grows sticking straight up on top of his head without the use of styling products.
I was teaching him to say, "Uh oh, Scooby," in the doctor's waiting room cos he's getting so "Shaggy."
We were driving by the library downtown and I ask him what color it is. He says red. Then he thinks a moment and says "No, it's red at NIGHT. During sun, it is orangy-red."
I would love to see what he thinks about the sculpture outside the library!! But hes pretty accurate on the color!! To cute!
My DD points but with her middle finger ACK. so as long as you do not say show me up we are safe She just turned 3.
Went to the tower the other weekend... RMX didnt realize there was an observation deck and it was his first time up on the observation deck. Went a few yrs before to eat dinner there, before Landarys took over.
Sunday, July 8, 2001, in the afternoon, our trip begins. Sunday, July 8, 2001, in the afternoon, our trip ends.
Monday, July 9, 2001, in the afternoon, our trip begins again. Our picnic at the Woodland rest area the day before was nice, but a little overdone. You would have thought we weren't coming back for weeks with all the stuff we had along.
The second go-round, we made it all the way to Emigrant Gap without stopping. After fueling, Grandpa got ice cream for everyone and then we continued.
Famous Quotes #1 Mr. C: In heaven, [my cousin's] scrotum will be little. Like mine. (Note: said cousin had been undergoing treatment for a hydrocele, having had lots of excess fluid accumulate around his hapless testes.)
Our luck did not hold. The Princess kept having to stop, and on the third try, she even peed. There was no formal supper stop because Neaksis passed up the only Taco Bell for miles. The Princess took it in stride. "Dood-bye, Tato Bell, dood-bye, MatDonoed's." So we passed around snacks. 700 miles from ground zero (which had a different slant 2 months and 2 days prior to 9/11) we crashed in Twin Falls, ID.
Mr. C was the first troll to wake up the other trolls abominably early. He must have been too excited about finally getting to stay in an 8 Motel to actually sleep there.
Right now we're driving along the west edge of Yellowstone. Earlier, at American Falls, we had to stop a while so I could receive and send a fax. That meant a lovely picnic in the park, and all the kids playing on the playground.
And at last we hit rain, just past Ashton. It was a massive, solid curtain, but didn't last long. The heavy art scoured our cars and windshields clean, then it drizzled long enough to get everything all muddy.
Supper was Taco Bell. Ah, cuisine! Boy did we make a run for the border. A good burrito or gordita was had by all.
Around and around, from freeway to freeway we circled, until finally landing at the superate in Billings, MT. It wasn't as far as we hoped, but everyone was so tired. (Except for Mr. C and the Little Man.) ((What we often called the Dervish before he became a Dervish.))
A bit before 5:30, my brain began trying to wake me with the news that the baby was crying. I wiggled my fountains into position, and drifted off. This happened a couple times, but until Scary Tina crawled out of her resurrection pod, I didn' realize that my brain had not been saying just "baby"; it was trying to say "baby kitty". After Its Royal Evilness had been fed and soothed, peace and quiet reigned until 0700. Mr. C was first up, natch.
The breakfast toaster was neat. The toast moved on a conveyor belt through the oven compartment and spit out the other side. (singing) Everything Feels Different on the Other Side...
Pompey's Pillar was neat. I had always envisioned a rock, maybe 6 or 8 feet high, with Kilroy Was Here on it. Instead, it was a huge mountain of rock with Kilroy Was Here on it. In the visitor's center, it said that Wm Clark's carving was the only remaining physical evidence of Lewis' and Clark's expedition in 1806.
Then there were the outhouses. What happened was my fault; I freely admit it. I asked Grandma to supervise J & Mr. C in the men's outhouse while I took [my youngest nephew] to get his hands washed (don't ask why). She must have thought they were in the women's like usual, so she went in next. Just as she completed the Great Unveiling, in walked...a man! It would be hard to say who was more surprised.
Next stop: the side of the road. The Princess wath doing to pee in her panth. Then it took almost 5 minutes squatting in the heat, holding her just off the ground, before she could unclench her sphincter.
The kids of all ages thought the dino museum in Dicinson, ND was neat. [In retrospect, I am noticing a certain amount of repetition to the adjectives.] My favorite things were the obsidian carvings, where the natural colors of the stone were shaped into butterflies and flowers, and also the real triceratops skull found north of Baker, MT. It was cimply huge! I have seen T-rex skulls LOTS of times (hem hem), but that is the first trike. It revived all my juvenile fantasies of being a paleontologist and digging up cool stuff. Maybe finding a Giganticas Neakias...
We dragged ourselves to Fargo for our motel, and I disgraced myself yet again. At least I didn't set off the alarm in the middle of the night like at the first motel. All I did is show Mom and Neaksis how loud the 2-way radio could echo in the hallway in the middle of the night. It took Mom a while to get settled, but at last everyone went to sleep.
Oddly enough, it's been awhile since we traveled with her, too! :RollieEyes: She didn't tell you why our trip started and ended on the same afternoon, when we went 70 miles, then turned around and came home. I'm sure her memory is better than mine about it. And I didn't know she kept a journal either. I think I was driving. My word, that was an insane trip!!:crosseyedcrazy: Even if I don't remember the details!!
Hi there, Mimi!! It had to do with car trouble, but I don't remember what kind. We had weeks worth of stuff packed, at least 11 people going along, and we made it 70 miles for a picnic before turning around to go home. I'd ask Neak, but she's haranguing (I mean, assisting) everyone to get ready to leave for church. When I talked to her last, she seemed a bit, um, pressed. 3 small children, and one slow-as-molasses 93-year old in his 2nd childhood will do that to a gal with a deadline!
Neaksis' car broke down. She blames me, unjustly so.
Her radiator had a small leak, so I suggested Stopleak. She got the wrong kind, some weird stuff full of aluminum shavings or something, and it didn't work so well.
We limped home, got it fixed, and started out the next day.
Not real outhouses, more like extra large porto-lets. Much bigger than the little ones at construction sites. Big enough for Grandma to have quite a moon shining. (If that kind of moonshine isn't illegal, it ought to be.)
Also, I can tell by the way I worded the sentence about Mom taking a while to settle down and go to bed, there was a funny story there I was deadpan teasing her about, but have no clue now what it was. It probably involved GM or GP being naughty and not going to bed.
Well, I hope you're not expecting ME to remember it! That was 7 years ago. I have trouble with last week! And did you really mean to say 700 miles, or was that extra 0 a typoo?
so, its been a while since I stopped in and I noticed the subject line is now called "Re: In Honor of Cinderella's Colonoscopy" but the posts are about car trips and I am left wondering how far is this flipping thing away, then Neak talks about aluminium fillings and I think we need either an icon with its eyes bugging out of one with its jaw dropping on the floor.
OK, I'll fill you in. I was supposed to have the lovely procedure on 10/27 but that is the day after Fall Fest and Trunk or Treat at church. I knew that I could not operate the popcorn machine and not eat anything so I rescheduled it. Currently on for 11/10. We were having fun joking about it but we can do that for longer since I got smart.
Apparently when she has her colonoscopy she wants to be able to bite back!:MrEEk: Should someone warn Dr. Gastroenterologist, or shall we just let it be his little Halloween surprise?
My keyboard is plane stewpid.... its keeps messplaying eords all the tyme. :crosseyedcrazy:
Aussie suggested that it may actually be me.. myself ,,,I... making air-rows????? no its the pewter.
went to a 7 am breakfast at 9.30am got distracted ate at the Beach Cafe in Fremantle. very nice to watch the boats on the water. peaceful.
anyway we met Aussies sister.... her second son and his girlfriend Sofia over from Canberra. Derek & Sofia are just as bad as Mr & Mrs VDK... long loving looks over the table .... kissy faces ..... bedroom eyes ... Not like me at all
Aussies brother..wife and two wonderful little ones... almost wants you to have more .... almost ...while we waited for food Aussie took the kids including Mikey and went tree climbing ....with us mums FREAKIN out below. Kids had a glorious time :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes:
So had a lot of talk to catch up on. Fun.
Then went walking through the markets ... watched a juggler juggle swords.
Came home ........... and ............
did the washing... ironing... cleaned the spa .... cleanig the house with Liz.
We are having Fall Fest and Trunk or Treat at church tomorrow. I am making a costume!! I will be the TOOTH FAIRY!!! I will be very very shiny. You will be able to see me coming!!! I wanted to have a tooth necklace and some teeth in a pouch. So, I had to make teeth. They are big and white (made of Sculpy) and I will string them on something and add some beads. I will have a bag of coins (pennies) to jingle. And maybe a bag of fairy dust (confetti or glitter). Silvery tunic, irridescent mauve/green skirt and sash, fuchsia tights, not sure what shoes, silver glitter hairspray, blue and green and white wings.
Next time, you ladies need to pile onto the couch, sofa, whatever you call it, turn on something and make the men do the work. Maybe you could watch.....roundball. They can watch the children.
(And by the way, AW, I completely agree with the others. You girls need a chance to watch synchronized swimming while the guys clean and give you foot rubs.)
So here is the next segment, which quite frankly, contains some real weirdness. I wish I could blame it on someone else, but haven't figured out a plausible cover story yet.
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The next afternoon saw us arriving at Flard's. It is so beautiful out there, and I wish I had been able to enjoy it more. I did some frantic calling and faxing, then ran to Long Prairie to go to UPS and use the internet and stuff.
Neaksis had the kids all dressed up and was taking pictures of them by a brick building on a side street. While she was busy snarling at correcting them, lots of people were watching. Several even had cameras and took pictures. The top floor had offices with open windows above the kids. When everyone began to bleat and squawk their instruments, people kept looking out to see what was going on.
The sun went down in time for the fireworks. As the glowing orb dipped like fondue below the distant skyline, an ominous humming was heard. Then, against the deepending azure heavens could be seen a massive eruption of darting, swooping, bird-like creatures. They fanned out into a low-level search formation and began scanning the area. Amid a maelstrom of flapping wings, and a high-pitched squaling, one of the children was borne off by several of the creatures. Risking my own life, I leaped into the air, just catching a tiny foot. I pumped bullet after bullet into the air, and finally, amid a spray of blood, the child dropped into my arms. Shielding the tiny body with my own, I raced for the safe zone, firing my revolver wildly. Once assured of my position,the remnant of our battalion opened fire. Salvo after salvo tore through fragile wings and fibrous bodies, spraying the battleground with gore. Rockets lit up the night sky with multi-colored radiance, and the drifting smoke afforded some measure of protection. At last the aerial attack thinned to the point where we could make an orderly retreat to shelter. Soon, it had diminished to occasional skirmishes, which left crimson gouts here and there on the walls. Finally, an uneasy truce was reached.
First thing the next morning (ha-ha) we left for Mall of America. Since we had 3 cars and only 2 radios, it was no surprise when we got separated. Flard and Mrs. Flard exited correctly, while Mom (in Neaksis' car) and I had to make several turnarounds. At last we reached the mall.
"Where is the Cinnabon?" I asked on the radio.
"I don't know," said Mom.
"Does Neaksis know where the Cinnabon is?"
"No."
We kept driving and driving. As we were about to complete the giant loop, I asked, "Why are we still driving around? Isn't there any parking?"
"I am hoping Flard had the smarts to park in plain sight so we can find him."
"But if we get sparated we are supposed to meet at Cinnabon."
The sound of gnashing teeth vibrated across the airwaves. "You didn't say anything about meeting Flard. We thought you were JUST HUNGRY!!!"
Of course the mall was huge, but we only stayed long enough to go to the post office, and let GM and GP get some stuffed bears. Oh yes, we read some T-shirts, too. One said, "I can only be nice to one person a day. Today is not your day, and tomorrow doesn't look good, either." The 1st award winner said, "WORK HARDER! Millions of people on welfare depend on you."
We arrived at the Little House museum 25 minutes after it closed, so we left noseprints and ate supper at the replicated Little House in the Big Woods. Thus arrival at the farm was very late.
In spite of the delays, we were in time to see the cows turned out of the barn. (All except Mr. C, who was still with Uncle Flard and his auntie.) Neaksis' oldest walked, and the others were carried alongside the procession of cows as they crossed the road.
Famous Quotes #2: The Princess: "Da towth will eat me!" Mom: "No, cows don't like to eat little girls." Mr. C (eyes wide): "Do they like little boys?"
I got it, and was going to laugh online about it with you, but yesterday was busy and somebody took my round To-it. I was blindsided and sideswiped, but was able with a quick sidestep, to avoid the sidewinder with the sidearms.
Wait...I just called my daughter a rattlesnake, didn't I? :MrEEk: I don't think she'll notice it, though--too many subtle nuances--but to make sure, I think I'll hide her reading glasses. However, if she DOES catch it, so will I, and you folks may be treated to a really you_neak sideshow. :twobyfour:
No, Kimmy. Her dad is the one with all the firepower. All I've got are the two stick-like protrusions that dangle off the shoulders, with the 5 little round things hanging off the ends. Nothing dangerous here, no sirree! Although, now that I think of it, I have had women in labor (especially before the advent of epidurals) who would've acted happier if I HAD pulled a gun on them than they did when I covered my innocent pink digits with latex and walked towards their beds!!
So glad your son is getting better. He's going to have a lot of activity to make up for, isn't he, after all that involuntary "down" time? Better get your running shoes out!!
On the other hand ...... I did let DD know ... well I whispered to her .... that if these was any husband and wife activities in the spa she was changing the water tomorrow morning. and that stats show conceiving rates were very high in spas
OMG I'm turning into my mum :crosseyedcrazy: :twobyfour:
Last time I went camping.... about 5 years ago. We camped beside a hot waterfall and river. Yes thats right, the water ran hot. There was a natural shelf sort of thing on the river side and there were tealight candles from previous visitors that we lit. It drizzled over night but we sat in the river drinking wine and laughing at the teenagers who came down with the youth group. When they left we sans bathers
Tell me who SWMBO is, and then I'll tell you if he, she, or it will be upset that you've tattled. And I'll tell you straight, too, just like it is. Nothing but the naked truth for us!
candles on the rocks...skinny dipping with the right person...I might could go for that. but, I don't know that I would like a pop-up camper. I can do air conditioned RV with a bathroom and kitchen - but I don't know about a pop-up.
Tell me who SWMBO is, and then I'll tell you if he, she, or it will be upset that you've tattled. And I'll tell you straight, too, just like it is. Nothing but the naked truth for us!
(kimmy is now sitting indian style in the corner, rocking back and forth and back and forth, plucking eyebrows out with one hand and poking her mental eyes out using a dull pencil with the other hand)
I swear when we finally meet, I'll never be able to look you guys in the eyes.
You will say, "Yep, Kimmy is really nice...but what is her fascination with our SHOES!"
Sure, Kimmy. I think you've got it, but if not: sportkanga@yahoo.com. I'm on permanent disability now, as of 10/17, so I might as well do internet nursing. Goodness knows I'm not going to be doing any other kind!
:MrEEk::MrEEk::MrEEk::MrEEk::MrEEk: They're going to have to hold me at gunpoint to get me to pack for us when WE move. My goodness, I hate packing! I wish you really, really good luck...
No, she's not pathetic or anything. She does sometimes call and ask if we can give her a few days off from Grandma's Boot Camp so she can get a few things done around the house.
However busy she may be, adult companionship is sadly lacking. Maybe she can come over and play with us tonight.
Just in case she can't, y'all'd better write her anyway.
She is SO going to pay for making me look like a pathetic, clinging weenie! I am NOT. I am a fully-functional, self-directed, independent, capable (except with electronics) adult. I just to happen to have a JOB!!
This should in NO way be construed to mean that The Clam has given up trying to direct me anyway, but right now he's in SoCal, so I'm on vacation from outside "steerage."
You folks tell her I'm not speaking with her, thank you very much. (This would be easier to maintain if she weren't on the phone with me right now. I'm NOT the one who called, by the way! ) But for the rest of you, let me repair the typo here: I just DON'T happen to have a job!
TL I did NOT email you because of Neaks suggestion.... I had already done my email before I even started reading the thread.
Oh Neak... your mum is only yelling at you right now :crosseyedcrazy:
Here is my guide on being the PERFECT wife ... which I follow of course to THE letter ...ask ANYONE !!!
A Wifes Guide - Womans Day Australia (THE bible for wifing)
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return (from the Pub). This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is a part of the warm welcome needed.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.(oh my poor dear)
Be a little bright and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.
Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc and then run a dustcloth over the tables.
Over the cooler month of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of the rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.(Are you kidding???) After all, catering to his comfort will provide you will immense personal satisfaction.(absolutely)
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small - or males), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimise all the noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.
Be happy to see him.(Smiley face look)
Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first – remember, his topics of conversation are more important then yours.(Oh I know ... just ask him anytime)
Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.
Your goal: Try to make sure you homes is a place of peace, order and tranquilly where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.
Don’t complain if he’s late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.
Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.(I do both just in case)
Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
A good wife knows her place. (Yes master :twobyfour: )
Great snow pictures, Cinderella. I always liked the microscopic pictures of flakes. Up-close "flakes" in real life? Not so much!
Enjoyed your daughter's performance, Kimmy. Nervous-est thing in the world for a parent, is watching a kid get up and perform music. At least it was for me. I'd blame my late mother's "sparkly" hair on that, but since she had beautiful dark brown hair when I was born and was half gray 4 years later, I'm not sure but that someone (UNKIND THOUGH THAT WOULD BE! ) might try to make some other connection. :RollieEyes:
My son is not giving me too much grief right now but my daughter.....OY VEY!!!!!!! I may be gray by the end of the night - dramatic change from the scattered sparklies I have right now!
Mr. C. (I'm changing his name to Mr. Non-C; it seems more appropriate at this stage) had BETTER not be complaining! He's lucky I took him to see any of it at all. I was having a good time doing the jigsaw puzzle while he quietly did his schoolwork. By the way, he promised me he would finish up tomorrow without being nagged. Let me know if he has trouble remembering that...
And since I'm not complaining either, I know not these "bitter others" of whom you are blathering.
My son is not giving me too much grief right now but my daughter.....OY VEY!!!!!!! I may be gray by the end of the night - dramatic change from the scattered sparklies I have right now!
Between DD16, the 23YO, my x partner and Flick I am surprised I am not bald!
Isn't family life just SO rewarding ? :RollieEyes:
It has been a glorious weekend ...well Aussie and I had fun with Mikey.... went to see the girls sing at the Childrens Hospital concert ..... went out for lunch and splashed on a Big mac ...I ate salad .... went to nieces graduation Friday ... Saturday Aussie got a medal ... Sunday Mr VDK got busted for not providing the WHOLE truth of his briefing ... followed by Dr VDK beating up Mr VDK ...oops I mean 'discussing' the meaning of POJA :RollieEyes: ..... I have NO idea where she gets that penetrating voice from ... must be her fathers to be sure.
At least Aussie and I had nothing to do with it did we ...... Aussie? Yeah you better keep hiding as well mister
Anyway some of my mums well earned wisdom for new wives ....
He didn't like the casserole, and he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right, or whirl the billy true,
I didn't mend his socks, the way his mother used to do, I pondered for an answer; I was looking for a clue. Then I turned and smacked the [censored] out of him... Just like his mother used to do.
It takes me way back to when I was just a little tyke. My mother took me to a new Sunday school class. She introduced me to the teacher like this "This is my boy SS. If he acts up in class, you have my permission to beat the tar out of him."
I knew where I stood with THAT teacher. I can't remember her ever having to actually carry out that instruction.
My W is nice, but you can send her the instructions for being a better W. There might be a few things in that she could pick up on.
And what's this about a spa?
KIMMY, How's the boy doing? SS thinks......... and figures he must be doing better. Kimmy wouldn't be quiet if he was getting worse.
Construction - We built one house, and I think one is enough. My older brother was the contractor, and we did much of the work our selves, so we mostly got what we wanted. It's small and simple, but we like it. My advice - Think carefully about where you put the light switches.
Shoes - Naw, you won't stare at our shoes. We'll be too busy eating.
CINDEREALLA - What's all this medical stuff? Oh, lets see....... Nov tenth. Ok, we'll expect a full report, but I want the non explicit version.
How about the daughter? Is she doing better? Worse? About the same? It is difficult to watch one's children make mistakes. I know we can't live life for them, and they need to learn, but it's rough. We hope she learns by listening, not by experience.
Campingng in inclement weather........... Ohhhhhh, it's so fun. There are no bugs at all. None. And you don't even need a tent or any thing. Snow Camping 3 Snow Camping 1
I really hope things go well on the 10th.
NEAK - Fargo ND? Really? I've never been there. Never.
As always, I love a good story. Thanks. It's good to see AJ back and posting, and I love the quotes he leaves us.
How was the concert? Did I miss the report? Wish we could have been there.
We really hope the kids are doing well. Really.
"Dumb keyboard" Was that the standard IQ test, or is there a special one for keyboards?
Neak Sis - Hi. Life is supposed to be this way. It's a test. I predict that you will do well. Especially on the essay parts.
CC - Is it summer yet? You are well?
M&L - I hope your H is getting better at meeting needs, and avoiding LB's. Come around and tell us how you are.
T&L - Explain in detail (to Neak Sis) what I started to tell her. I know she knows, but we can all use a refresher. Teaching it to someone is the best way to get it into our own heart.
You'll do well too. You really will. Tell the clam "hi" for us.
Has anyone noticed that Mimi has been quiet lately? That worries me.
Well, next week is the week of great probing. I'm not looking forward to it. The next week, I go back to the ENT.
Caught my daughter sending R+ rated text messages with her boyfriend. I'm ready to thump her on the noggin - good and hard - stupid hormonal teenager.
Latest news from my kingdom....yesterday morning, a total stranger brought me my mail.....she found it (along with someone else's mail) in a plastic bag on the side of the road. Not good. I guess I need to get a locking mailbox or a post office box.
I agree totally about the phone. She was letting you know she is not strong enough to handle the responsiblities and pressures of phone ownership. Hear her desperate plea for help!
FF, I haven't seen Fireproof yet, though I want to. I've been waiting to see it with AJ when he gets back.
I wouldn't stop her from having a phone at all, BTW, but she would have to be responsible for procuring it and paying for it. No way would I sponsor heaving bosoms and such.
However, what your daughter is doing is more difficult for a parent to cope with. Mail is just mail.
Well, it's a problem when a total stranger shows up at your house and says she found your checking account statement lying on the side of the road several blocks from your house.
I haven't forgotten the rest of the story. It's sitting right here next to me, but it's hard to see at night without good lighting at my desk, and I haven't had much sitting time during the day. :crosseyedcrazy:
All Parents, remove cell phones from your kids. Forever.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder if that will work with a near 24 yr old????????????????
Not that I have to pay for it ......... well not directly only through Medicare tax ... the Hospital does the paying ..... but for goodness sakes its glued to her ear ......... I'm sure she suffers withdrawal :RollieEyes:
Trouble is about removing the phone - I like to know that I can contact my daughters when I need to. I do check their history although they are unaware.
My plan w/ daughter is to remove her text messaging for a few weeks but allow her to keep phone. That way I can still contact her. If she pulls another stunt like this, I will remove her from my family contract but allow her to keep the phone if she pays for it.
A 2008 column by Dave Barry, surely one of the funniest writers around... And besides, he's right!
OK. You turned 50. You know you're supposed to get a colonoscopy. But you haven't. Here are your reasons:
1. You've been busy.
2. You don't have a history of cancer in your family.
3. You haven't noticed any problems.
4. You don't want a doctor to stick a tube 17,000 feet up your butt.
Let's examine these reasons one at a time. No, wait, let's not. Because you and I both know that the only real reason is No. 4. This is natural. The idea of having another human, even a medical human, becoming deeply involved in what is technically known as your ''behindular zone'' gives you the creeping willies.
That part of Barry's essay was bad enough.
``Dear Brothers,
``I went in for a routine colonoscopy and got the dreaded diagnosis: cancer. We're told it's early and that there is a good prognosis that they can get it all out, so, fingers crossed, knock on wood, and all that. And of course they told me to tell my siblings to get screened. I imagine you both have.''
That part is really, really bad!
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.Does anyone else see a problem with eating nothing solid, with coffee w/ no creamer, with no red dye in their jello, with no crackers with their soup, with no texture in their soup, with no cookies, with no hot chocolate, with nothing more exciting than broth, yellow or green jello, and tea/soda/sports drinks for 24 hours? WHEN YOU ARE PERFECTLY WELL!?!?!? Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes -- and here I am being kind -- like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, ''a loose watery bowel movement may result.''...
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative.
My 'medication' and instructions are different.....8 ounces about every 20 minutes starting right now and going till I finish the stuff. No food and nuclear laxative. Does this sound like fun. No shopping for me. I think I'm refusing to cook today. May I take a sleeping pill, please? However, any medications taken by mouth within an hour of taking the nuclear laxative may not be properly absorbed. And, if you take that sleeping pill, you may not get to the bathroom in time.
I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic.He was lucky...I have no family to ask. My sister won't speak to me voluntarily. My mom is such an excellent driver :RollieEyes: that I refuse to ride with her. My children don't have their driver's licenses. I had to ask a friend.
Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, ''What if I spurt on Andy?''
I am SO not worried. Jeff gets paid enough to do this. He can cope. Besides, I've been to his house. Folks, he ain't sufferin' financially. If I spurt on him, it's his problem.
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom...you would have no choice but to burn your house.
Vodka doesn't sound like a good plan. I did ask and did find out that white wine would be an acceptable drink for today. However, I had the same worries about the Fire Hose affect of the nuclear laxative.
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. ...And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like...I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking ``Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine . . .'' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.
This is what I am counting on.
If my brother Sam had been as stupid as I was -- if, when he turned 50, he had ignored all the medical advice and avoided getting screened -- he still would have had cancer. He just wouldn't have known....Here's the deal: You either have colo-rectal cancer, or you don't. If you do, a colonoscopy will enable doctors to find it and do something about it. And if you don't have cancer, believe me, it's very reassuring to know you don't. There is no sane reason for you not to have it done.
This is the motivation for my adventure! :RollieEyes:
24 hours of nothing but clear runny food. I would hurt someone for a bowl or oatmeal or rice. I'm hoping there won't be much left in there by bedtime. I want to sleep a LONG time tonight.
but for goodness sakes its glued to her ear ......... I'm sure she suffers withdrawal
I strenuously object to my mother claiming I have withdrawal symptoms separating myself from my mobile.
MOTHER!!!
Its an essential part of being available and on call and thats why I have it with me all day. :twobyfour:
It has nothing to do with my use. And I DID NOT bring down the hospitals mobile network due to my unpaid bill - that was a network hardware technical error I tell you.
And it has nothing to do with the credit increase on my mobile to unlimited. The hospital needs its medical staff on call thats all. so there!!
I hope they aren't scheduled simultaneously. THAT would be...that would be...um, that would be incredibly acrobatic, that's what that would be!! :MrEEk:
I hope they aren't scheduled simultaneously. THAT would be...that would be...um, that would be incredibly acrobatic, that's what that would be!! :MrEEk:
Nope. Not simultaneous. Mammie at 8:30. Pap smear several miles asay at 10:30. That is my Veteran's Day ritual. Every year on the day off for Veteran's Day, I go through that ordeal.
Now, I'm thinking that the colonoscopy people could pair up with the mammogram people and just roll you over on your tummy, let those things drop into place and do the mammogram while you are out cold. That would be lots better than having you do that while you are conscious. They could squash them any way they wanted and you wouldn't care or know.
Tomorrow is the big day. Nuclear laxatives are no fun. :MrEEk: My den, where the television is, is TOOOOOO far from the bathroom.
Tuesday is mammogram and pap smear.
What was I thinking?
I don't remember the colonoscopy. I'm not sure they did it. They say they did but I don't remember seeing anyone but one nurse and the anesthesia person. Some guy who said he was a doctor came in later and said the procedure went well - found one polyp, it looked okay, but they removed it anyway.
They said I was legally drunk for the rest of the day. My friend (who took me) and I went out to breakfast.
I think I'm going to bed. I woke up with a headache this morning and I don't think the anesthesia helped it.
After tomorrow, I'll have all the significant poking and prodding over with for a while. I'll just have ENT, opthamologist, and psychiatrist appts.
Forget the poking and other FUN stuff the doctors love to inflict on us females!! I'm just joking Dr Liz ... honest
Get up, it's time to have some fun of your own ... I want you to have more happy times ... I'll be watching
Start off this morning with a slice of choccy mud cake, hot chocolate and feet up. Let the washing just sit there!!
ok I know its hard with teens ..... mum where's my (fill in space) because heavens forbid that they actually look for it. Or don't you just love the 'moods" lol Just for fun.... if you want to freak them out ... when they are being obnoxious ... I'm sorry I mean 'challenging' ... smile at them adoringly... cup your hands gently around their head and tell them " I love you SO much" .... they can just never work you out then!!!
just think ....... I have it ALL to do over with Mikey ....OMG what was I thinking .... oh .... yeah ..... I wasn't
Hi Cinderella, I hope all your tests come back clean. and........ I hope you are especially happy today. Just because.
It snowed in the mountains over the weekend. It must finally be winter. (I know it's been winter for AJ for quite a while.) I even wore a jacket to the veterans day parade this morning.
Other comments - Is the dervish still alive and well?
The Dervish is alive and back to well. He's been so good there hasn't been that much to tell, lol.
He was sick over the weekend and we took him in to rule out kidney infection. His fever topped out at 103.7 and at first didn't come down when they medicated him, so he got to stay a while extra while Mom and I sponged him down with cool water.
He was home from school yesterday, and supposed to be home today too, but was so lively his MD had no problem with him coming back to school.
My scanner doesn't work, but Neaksis has some adorable costume pics of the kids from Val's birthday party. Val was Sybill - sorry, I forget her last name, it was a good Sybill, not that one - and her brother was John Billy Handawes. (He couldn't make up his mind which one he actually was.) Mr. C was Gen.Wellington, and the Princess was Laura Ingalls. Abraham Lincoln was in the ER, urinating in a cup.
AJ is coming home very soon, possibly leaving as soon as Thursday night. I know I don't have to tell you how happy I am about that!
Hi Cinderella, I hope all your tests come back clean. and........ I hope you are especially happy today. Just because.
I used the afternoon to go see my mom.....took her out to lunch, to get my daughter a birthday present, and to the new Trader Joe's store. Then, I took the poor dear exhausted woman home.
dear dad, > (l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l)(l) (These are heart symbols.)> how are you?i hope you are good .hows diesil?wright me back. > > > > > love your dauter, > princess
First place, as a nurse, it is my considered opinion that those look WAY more like butt cracks than hearts! :RollieEyes: Second, wasn't it just today you were bragging to me about how well she spells? As compared to what? :crosseyedcrazy:
you should see Mrs VDK's writing .... its actually LOOKS like she writes out daughter as doorta and some drug name she writes out looks like Hannibal ...
I think what they say about reading doctors hand writing is true ... of course I am excluding any MB family members who are Drs as I am sure they write very clearly ....
and I am sure that the hospital purchased the ED doc's those tablets because it is really faster to send the info via E service than by hand ..... all of 20 ft ... honest I believe it ... no I do .... really ....
I once heard that, in the US, they surveyed secretaries at a convention. The concensus was that engineers have worse handwriting than doctors. X is an engineer. Maybe my son will end up as one. :RollieEyes: His handwriting can be indescipherable.
The Dervish is alive and back to well. He's been so good there hasn't been that much to tell, lol.
Good. I think he has great potential.
He was sick over the weekend and we took him in to rule out kidney infection. His fever topped out at 103.7 and at first didn't come down when they medicated him, so he got to stay a while extra while Mom and I sponged him down with cool water.
103.7 can be serious. Glad he is doing better. Did they have to medicate the two of you also? Or were you fine with out it? Sometimes medication can be good. Don't you think?
He was home from school yesterday, and supposed to be home today too, but was so lively his MD had no problem with him coming back to school.
I remember one episode of Calvin and Hobbs where Calvin's mother knew he was really sick because he laid in bed on the weekend, and wouldn't eat. Both are sure signs for boys in the age range of the Dervish. Then they get to be teens, and often want to lay in bed on weekends. I am sure Cinderella can comment.
I have not heard much from CC about her girls. I wonder if they gave her as much trouble as C's daughter sometimes gives C.
My scanner doesn't work, but Neaksis has some adorable costume pics of the kids from Val's birthday party. Val was Sybill - sorry, I forget her last name, it was a good Sybill, not that one - and her brother was John Billy Handawes. (He couldn't make up his mind which one he actually was.) Mr. C was Gen.Wellington, and the Princess was Laura Ingalls. Abraham Lincoln was in the ER, urinating in a cup.
This one made me laugh. Would love to see photos. Sorry about the scanner.
AJ is coming home very soon, possibly leaving as soon as Thursday night. I know I don't have to tell you how happy I am about that!
Good for both of you. Good for the kids too, to have their father home. Though I don't know all the details associated with your projected move, we pray for you often, that things will work out well. These are trying times.
Hi AJ, I hope you have a safe trip. Remember that in bad weather, slower is better. But then, you drove a truck for quite a while, so you probably know it far better than I do.
I am thankful that all of you are safe for now (at least.) Especially AW's family, many of whom have often been in harms way. Thanks for coping so well, and being an example for me.
Oh, he did give her + reinforcement, as she'll find out when she goes to check her cyberhorsies. (I think it's really cute that AJ got his own howrses, just because the kids all liked playing. Of course, I usually have to take care of them for him, but I don't mind. The kids have really enjoyed getting to see Dad's howrses - very cute!)
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This one made me laugh. Would love to see photos. Sorry about the scanner.
Just to be clear, we have photos of all the above famous historical figures, except for Abe and his receptacle.
AJ left last night to come home, and is somewhere in NV with no signal.
He should have been home already, but I'm guessing he has had to stop lots more often since he has his dad along. Not his mom. :MrEEk: He's going to stay with his brother and SIL, who already have their elderly mother staying with them, so they're used to having a semi-invalid anyway. We'll see how it goes and all.
well I hope it all does work out and that AJ is home safe and sound doing his hubby things
cobwebs .... gardening... mowing .... PACKING .... getting the house ready for sale etc
what did you THINK I meant???
SS good to hear from you ... hoping all is A ok your end.
rella its so good to see all is normal... now have some fun with .. well even your kids oh go on give them a hug for no reason and go do something fun. No more test worries at last!! :crosseyedcrazy:
AW - I do hope you and all your family are doing well. -------------------------------------------------------------------
It's raining here. My teenagers are gone until 7 tonight. Tomorrow morning is church. Tomorrow afternoon is something w/ youth group from church. Monday is daughter's 18th birthday.
I need to swap out that toilet and I was going to have it be a learning experience. WHEN??????
I just want to veg out and I know that's not what I need to do.
AJ got home and has been doing his husbandly duties. Um, cobwebs. Yeah.
My children are tweakers. They tweaked all night long, then all day long, and now they are GOING TO SLEEP OR ELSE!!!!!! They took turns waking me up all night long. It is getting quieter. I might even go look and see if anyone has dropped off.
In a while.
Pass the Lindt, please.
Also, please say an extra prayer for Trying2Live, who has just this evening gone into PB. A little sooner than she was planning, but she was ready.
Trying to make my eyes focus...seeing seeing two two of of everything everything..
all the family are pretty much ok. mr and Mrs VDK are sort of always busy .... for some reason
Why do kids want to wake you up through the night? I mean I've encouraged Mikey to wake Mrs VDK up first but he says 'Is ister no happy 'is sad' when he wakes her up ... can't understand it at all Well she is the one who let him stay up and watch 'bads mans' .... Xmen movie ... and he's been not sleeping all night since Friday ... :crosseyedcrazy:
I seem to find cobwebs everywhere. Just must be a poor housekeeper I guess
Oh look !! ....... there's one or two in the spa .... its 11.20pm .. but I guess we'll just have to go fix those cobwebs ..... such self sacrifice isn't it
I take care of MY cobwebs with a vacuum cleaner.:RollieEyes: And I don't giggle nearly as much as you guys when I talk about the amount of work it is to get rid of them. Honestly--this younger generation!! :MrEEk::MrEEk:
Its both so very wonderful and yes a bit of a tug on the heart strings. 18 .... legal adult .... but still YOUR baby girl and will always be that.
You'll want to put out your hands to catch her still and find you will a lot of times let have to her go ... I'm not sure who is the one that needs the hugs worse, mums or grown daughters lol
I treasure every ..ok ALMOST every ... moment my DD has been able to spend living at home since she turned 18 and even being married. I know its only time before she and our wonderful new son go off and live in their own home ... so its something to love and hold very dear.
Do that Rella... even for a few months ... as long as she knows that YOU are her home to be there no matter what ... she will thrive on what you have given her.
You guys didn't have any easy time and yet you have great kids and a good life .... you are a pretty cool chick Rella .. you take pride in having given your daughter her wings
I love every single minute we spend together. Even when I want to throttle her for stupid choices.
Her daddy doesn't know what a good thing he had. He had me and two wonderful children he could have played with and taught every day. Instead, he had an attack of the stupid selfish scoundrel syndrome. And, I had the pleasure of spending every day with the children. He lost!:twobyfour:
Surely you are not blaming me for the surge of spiders cropping up in every corner of the globe. I know how the SUBJECT came up, but not how the spiders ended up in the spa, lildoggie's house, and across 79% of the continental US.
Maybe it had something to do with the pastor of some megachurch, I forget which one, who made the news last night for challenging his congregation to have 7 consecutive days of SF. As a visual aid to his bonding idea, he had a giant bed up front while he preached the sermon.
I don't know why you're looking at MY shoes. :MrEEk: I really am cleaning cobwebs!
tl
P.S. Fully clad, too, I might add. :RollieEyes:
I don't know what my daughter and you girls are so hooked up on cobwebs, really :RollieEyes: its impossible to do that in the spa TL ....your clothes get wet
Oh you mean ---
teach me to jump into a thread wont it
aw's mum
And Aussie you can stop that smirk or you will find it on the other side of your face buster!!!
Well, well, Mum--nice to hear from you again. I don't know why YOU'RE fainting, though, when 'twas your daughter that brought up the spa (first I wrote "brought up the sap"--she probably did that, too!) However, if I try to get too picky with this "like mother, like daughter" thing, someone might start to wonder where Neak came up with her plumbing fetish...and I assure you it had nothing whatsoever to do with me. All MY plumbing fixtures are used in the federally-approved fashion.
Many years ago, when we were leaving HK for the first time, H's company arranged for packers to come and sort everything out. As I'd just had twins, I was more than happy to sit back whilst about 8 men whizzed around my house filling up boxes.
Later when I unpacked about 2 months later in another country, I found dirty toilet brushes, the laundry bin was packed containing dirty clothes, a bin containing rubbish including used diapers... Unpacking was a revelation! My wonderful collection of fridge magnets from all the places I'd travelled never arrived at its destination. I dread moving these days. I've lived in 10 different houses since I got married but have now been in my latest house 4 years and just signed a new 2 yr lease so this will be my record.
It's probably one of the reasons I love to go home to my parents. They still live in the flat I was born in! I have a real sense of security and comfort there. It's small, basic and was probably very cramped when we were growing up but it's a happy place for me.
Just had a bit of a downer.....my children usually leave at noon on Thanksgiving day to spend the weekend with their dad. My mom usually goes to my sister's. My sister isn't speaking to me.
That is all the family I have.
The Diplomat isn't coming here for Thanksgiving and I am not going there.
This is probably the last Thanksgiving for xh's dad who has lung cancer.
Read between the lines and figure out the problem.
Well, it looks like I'm cooking breakfast then maybe spending some time w/ my 83 year old mom which is good. How many people get to spend part of Thanksgiving w/ their mom when she's that old and healthy?
Do you like whole wheat, or white rolls best? whole wheat
What is your favorite part of the thanksgiving meal? cranberries
Do you have family Thanksgiving traditions that you would be willing to share with us? children go to their dad's each Thanksgiving at noon - I used to go to my sister's but she doesn't speak to me these days.....the last few years, I have gone to the Far Kingdom to see The Diplomat or he has come here depending on his schedule w/ his children but not doing that this year for economic reasons
Tell us what your families Thanksgiving meal usually consists of. turkey, dressing, gravy, green beans, sweet potatoes, CRANBERRIESrolls, pumpkin pie - I CAN BE THANKFUL NO MATTER WHAT THE MENU IS!
Do you like whole wheat, or white rolls best? Wheat, generally, but our yummy herb rolls are made with white.
What is your favorite part of the thanksgiving meal? Dessert.
Do you have family Thanksgiving traditions that you would be willing to share with us? We always pray together...besides that, the food is the main tradition.
Tell us what your families Thanksgiving meal usually consists of. Stuffing, sometimes soy turkey, chicken skins, rubber noodles (not sure what they're actually called), mashed pototos (as the Princess just wrote), sweet potatoes, salad (mostly just to have something green on the table, and not because any of us actually plan to waste stomach space on it), dinner rolls, 4 kinds of gravy, pie, cherry crunch, and sparkling apple cider.
And if Neakbro gets his wish, there will be teriyaki gluten shish kabobs, wonton with veggieburger filling deep fried and dipped in sweet/sour sauce, chickettes, and fresh cranberry relish with oranges and walnuts in it, too. And sugar, obviously. Without it oughta pucker your mouth shut till at least the 1st of next year. :MrEEk:
lucky we don't have a Thanksgiving food fest around here
us girls here are on pre christmas diets ... healthy food cr... I mean menu's
tuna patties... well ok actually .... warm chicken salad ..yum and to die for I have to say.... tortillas ....no cheese or meat sort of ok ... tonight its hamburger without the burger or cheese.... with homemade non fat light dressing ....for us girls of course.
Men ... feed the man meat is the story ... 20mm thick steaks slightly warmed over the fry pan .. with the blood oozing out ... ick :MrEEk: BARF
'Wots da atter is youse' he says mouth full
also no bacon no butter no spreads no oils no alcohol
Mrs VDK this was your stupid idea!!!
Mikey wants what dad is eating with an egg or 2.
now we're supposed to walk around the block .... :crosseyedcrazy:
For goodness sakes ... Mr VDK get her preggo or something I'm dying here :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes:
I'm about to slay the fatted soy turkey. Well, technically, all I have to do is make gravy. 4 different kinds! Egg/mushroom, egg/no mushroom, vegan/mushroom, vegan/no mushroom. Thanksgiving and Christmas are the only 2 times, in any given year, that I cater to the dietary whims of certain family members. The rest of the time, they can just lump it. (THEY get the lumps, not the gravy!) Also, shickabobs, as certain juvenile members pronounce it. The Dervish, when not working on his mama's Christmas present, can skewer the "meat" on sticks. It seems a singularly appropriate task for him!
Hope all of your Thanksgivings are WONDERFUL :gobblegobble: :happythanksgiving:
I'm glad you are all so amused at my dietary restrictions
I want a Mars bar ...... deep fried slobber
A bit on the serious side .... Mrs VDK took the day off today. one of Jonny's mates was killed, a Commando. 2 others wounded. He just needed some TLC... even if he didn't know he needed it. :RollieEyes: God I want my son home by Christmas. That would be a great Christmas present. I'm a bit worried they will extend his deployment again. us mummies are having anxiety attacks
on the home front ........ SOME men should not be left alone without adult supervision ... really .... :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes:
hot muggy day .... humid and sticky ... so he sits out the back in the shade on a camp chair...sets up a bucket about 6 m away with water ... starts casting practice with his new super dupa expandable rod .... has Guinness ... or two .... actually 9 tinnies .... somewhere along the way there ...casting away and BANG!!! on the back of his head .... had a XL Jointed Jitterbug (a lure) in the back of his head. ... now thats not the problem .. I mean accidents like that can happen ... especially after 9 Guinness... oh no not that ..... it was when he started to reel it in .............. SIGH :RollieEyes:
Some heartless medico ... I wonder WHO .. burst out laughing as she deftly flicked it out and cleaned up the catch site.
AW, I misread that...you were telling Mr VDK to perform....you weren't saying he had done so.
As for Aussie and the lure-thingy.....it serves him right!
Schickabobs sounds good. I have turkey, dressing, gravy, sweet potato, and cranberry leftovers.
Went to my mom's this morning and cooked breakfast. Pumpkin Pancakes with Cinnamon Cream Sauce.
Children are gone until Sunday.
Tried to hook up the new television last night and couldn't do it....Simply couldn't do it. Physically impossible to do so.....with all the cords going everywhere and I can't move the shelves yet the cords are between the back of the shelves and the wall. (a 7 foot high unit, 8 feet long. 2.5 feet deep, screwed to the wall with two braces, and full of electronics, books, etc.) So, I have no television....NONE...no stereo....NONE! Only a clock/radio/CD player for electronic pleasure. :crosseyedcrazy:
Asked x if he would help us get it all wired together again sometime and he said yes....so, I have to clean up the den and empty the bookcase so it can be moved out. :MrEEk:
Still trying to figure this one out. Typo of "held"? Typo of "shored"?
Our choir thingy was wonderful yesterday. First we sang at the church by the kids' school, then had an afternoon concert, the second one for the local IFF food bank.
Dad joined the choir at the last possible moment, we're talking 20 minutes before the performance, since he knew nearly all the songs and we were in rather bad need of basses. Adorable! And so everyone stayed to listen to him instead of taking all the kids home.
If we can get our hands on a recording of any of it, I'll find a way to get it online.
Afterwards, on our way to Wal Mart, I was teasing the Dervish that he was going to bed as soon as we got home. He began to moan and whine. "Dervish!" I finally had to tell him. "It's only 5:30 pm!"
To a little kid, dark means bed, whether it's 4 pm or 9:30 pm, lol.
Well, that's your own fault. If you HAD to go and tell him the truth, you deserved to spend an evening with him bouncing his post-cookie-lemonade-and-herbalteawithsugar-self off the walls. You were on a roll there, and fumbled. :RollieEyes:
Hee hee, then we made the mistake of leaving the kids in the car with GP since we were just dashing in to get some pet food, super quick. We won't be doing that again.
When we got out, he'd been threatening to spank them for happily playing one of the big-kid versions of patty-cake. (No clue what it's called - the clapping games that girls often play at recess, and brothers of girls who have no other girls around right then.)
Too much adult activity hath addled thy brain. (Given that we're talking about YOU, I feel I should specify that by "adult activity" I meant the concerts! ) He isn't even safe being left in the car alone with HIMSELF! :RollieEyes:
Let me say that I meant to do this BEFORE Thanksgiving. I apologizes to all of you who posted your favorites without mine being there - because I really enjoyed reading what you wrote. I know I am late, but here goes anyway.
Do you like whole wheat, or white rolls best? Wheat
What is your favorite part of the thanksgiving meal?
All of it, I couldn't possibly pick one part as best. It's the whole event. It's the traditional things, like rolls, mashed potatoes, gravy, relish tray (with green olives, which I love) cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, and all the other stuff too. I love it.
Desert stands out as one of the best parts though. This year we had Pumpkin Pie. Pecan Pie Apple Pie Cherry Pie Pumpkin cookies Lots of ice cream Whipped cream for the pie, if we wanted it. (I wanted it.)
Do you have family Thanksgiving traditions that you would be willing to share with us?
We trade off going with My family, and then my W's family. This year it was to be with her mother, but her mother was traveling, so we gathered with just my children, and grandchildren, not all my brothers and sisters and their families. One son (and family) did not make it, but all the rest were here, and my parents came too.
Tell us what your families Thanksgiving meal usually consists of. rolls, mashed potatoes, gravy, turkey, relish tray (with green olives, which I love) cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, stuffing, Dixie salad, corn pudding, or parched corn, green salad or a variation of it. I think the thing that goes the fastest is always broccoli and cauliflower with cheese sauce. For some reason the kids love it this way.
I should say something about Dixie salad. We live in what is known as "Utah's Dixie." This area was settled by people from the deep south that moved here to grow cotton during the civil war. It was called Dixie because most of the people were from the real Dixie. In the early years, all were poor, and they celebrated holidays the best way they could. Most people had a cow, so they could make whipped cream. Most had pecan trees, and most grew grapes and made raisins out of them. Some very good apples are grown in near by towns where it is a little cooler, and most people grew pomegranates locally. A favorite holiday fruit salad was nick named "Dixie Salad." The main ingredients are raisins pomegranates diced apples pecans or walnuts whipped cream - lots and lots of it.
We had home made raisins to put in, and we do grow pomegranates. We get pecans from the neighbors, but we actually have to buy apples and whipped cream. This is a favorite of mine, and has been since I was a small boy. Many people add other things, but I like it as listed.
I love broccoli and cauliflower with cheese sauce too. We used to use "old English" sharp cheese sauce that comes in a glass jar, but we use Tillmook sharp cheddar now - we just grate the cheese over the veggies, (after the veggies finish steaming) put the lid on till the cheese melts, and serve.
We set up tables in our garage this year. there was enough room for everyone. The bad thing is that I had to clean the garage, but that is the good thing too.
I even scrubbed the floor.
Times are hard. We are having a go-out-of- business-sale where I work. Not sure what I will do when we are finished with it. However, I have a lot to be thankful for. God is still in the Heavens. He looks after us, and helps us. I am thankful for good friends, and for family. I count all of you as friends, and I hope your holiday was a very happy time. I worked on Friday (retail being what it is) but I had Saturday and Sunday off. We did a family hike to some petroglyphs. We had a good time and it felt good to walk, and hold hands with my W. I also enjoyed watching the kids tease each other, and the grand kids run around.
Thanks to all of you who write, I enjoy reading your comments. I wish I was better at this, and could write more often.
Took all the ingredients to her house for breakfast and cooked and ate it there. Had a good time. Breakfast was good.....pumpkin pancakes, cinnamon cream sauce, turkey bacon. Left about 11:45 to take children home so their dad could pick them up about noon.
Mom went to my sister's.
I stayed home with the cats and dog. I had a miserable day. Today, my eyes have leaked in the aftermath.
Mom is ok. She can't hear well. She is healthy. Her back hurts. Her short term memory is horrible but her long term memory is pretty good. She sleeps too much. She is loved.
I suppose she is doing about like you would expect for her age. Which doesn't make it easy, but it just is.
I am very sorry that you had a horrible day. I thought it was a long shot to invite you, but it was genuine. I wish you had come by, you really would have enjoyed it. The distance thing is a killer though.
It is interesting how we do when we are alone. I once thought I was a loner, but I know now that I am not an Island, and that I do better with others around me. It looks like you are the much the same............. nearly all people are.
Very sorry if I brought back bad memories. Didn't mean to. Hope you know that people care.
Yes. I do. I just hate the clean up. :RollieEyes: Ah, I only wish I could do all the things I would like to. My clutter issue gets in the way of a lot of things.
I suppose my daughter's behavior is normal. I guess I was still licking my emotional wounds from the weekend. She wanted to be at school at 7 this morning and I had to wake her at a little after 6 so she could cop the attitude on me. No wonder I was a bit weepy all day. Really strange for me to do that though.
He isn't even safe being left in the car alone with HIMSELF!
SS, you got that one right. This is exactly why I left the kids in the car to watch him. :crosseyedcrazy:
Tonight he was watching a Christmas movie with us. One of the commercials was for an upcoming Adam Sandler film, called "Bedtime Stories." "Isn't that the one by Uncle Arthur?" Grandpa wanted to know. No, no, it's not. "But he was the one who did it originally...." Yes, but not those bedtime stories. :MrEEk:
At the choir concert, Mr. C had an unfortunate accident with hot water and his chest. It left quite a red mark, and he was talking about the shape of it. So what shape is it? I asked. "It's shaped like water."
I saw your answers mate. think you need to liven it up a bit so I decided to do it for you, no don't thank me its on the house maaaaaaaaaaaate
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Do you like whole wheat, or white rolls best?
As long there's meat it between it dunna matter
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What is your favorite part of the thanksgiving meal?
well the same as for any meal - eating it and not doing any of the cooking or clean up
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All of it, I couldn't possibly pick one part as best. It's the whole event. It's the traditional things, like rolls, mashed potatoes, gravy, relish tray (with green olives, which I love) cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, and all the other stuff too. I love it.
well that was for starters, wheres the 3 roasts of pig, beef and lamb, the barramundi, the crayfish, the prawns - gotta hav prawns, and of course homemade chips not the crappy crinkle cut or french [censored], I mean home made by the missus.
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Desert stands out as one of the best parts though. This year we had Pumpkin Pie. Pecan Pie Apple Pie Cherry Pie Pumpkin cookies Lots of ice cream Whipped cream for the pie, if we wanted it. (I wanted it.)
I canna think the apple & cherry pie, ice cream and cream is ok but where are the pumpkin scones with jam? The pavolva, the trifle- whats sweets without trifle Thats what I want to know
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Do you have family Thanksgiving traditions that you would be willing to share with us?
well only when theres a yank mess around and we can sneak in, I know we can ask but it takes all the fun outa it.
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We trade off going with My family, and then my W's family. This year it was to be with her mother, but her mother was traveling, so we gathered with just my children, and grandchildren, not all my brothers and sisters and their families. One son (and family) did not make it, but all the rest were here, and my parents came too.
Yeah there times I'd trade off my rellies too mate, want a nagging sister in law? got 3 just pick one, on second thought no let me
We used to have a British nurse who would bring trifle to work every now-and-again. "Susan, would you like a serving of trifle?" "Just a trifle of trifle for me, please."
So the Princess got her wrist kicked yesterday. Must've burst a vessel, since she's got a nice bruise starting up her arm. The wrist wrap went a long way toward making up for being hurt. (And has aroused the jealousy and ire of young Val.)
And the Dervish? He is still grounded from the cat after being mean to him for a number of days running. This morning I told him he couldn't even be in the same sentence with Diesel!
Yeah there times I'd trade off my rellies too mate, want a nagging sister in law? got 3 just pick one, on second thought no let me \:D
WE are not amused
....... how can we pick a winner when he wont name her?
I mean how male is that!!! :pumkin:
It also means I will have to reward each of my sisters with a really good Christmas present :MrEEk: :MrEEk: :MrEEk: ... where's your credit card honey??????
I can't understand why you are grounding Dervish because the cat was mean to him???????????
I know I'm only a bloke and don't understand mothering, but in any event, cats should be shot on sight, they kill too many wild birds and go bush and kill rare native cats etc. yep shoot em.
Maybe we should have a cat in the hat bounty
No one can replace Cinderella, everyone knows she is a princess
MY cats don't go into the bush. They're de-clawed and are treated like the regal beasts that they are. They also happen to adore every one of the family - except Pixie (still too playful puppy for them) - but especially Lucy, they'd really LOVE her with ketchup (she's a turtle).
Cinders, the other night on Family Feud the top answer for naming a fairy tale princess was Cinderella. I thought you'd be pleased to hear it.
Kimmy loves kitties, just like me. My Cookie is very plush and is such a marvelous kitty. She talks to me and tells me what she needs. She sits in my lap while I knit. She loves everyone in the houses - except the dog. My Calla is very quiet, shy, loving and gentle.
I love ALL animals except 'gators. They freak my monkey out...there's something about their eyes...like they are sizing you up to see if you'd be worth the effort.
I have 2 cats, Thor and Pumpkin 2 dogs, Molly and Pix 1 turtle, Lucy - her dude Desi was lost in the move - and when I say "lost" I mean "I can't find the little turkey anywhere" - He was in the tank when we left the old place and when we got to the new place and set the tank up again POUF! No Desi. I'm praying something doesn't begin to stink in the back of my car come summer. and 2 cavies (guinea pigs), Sir Hamcelot (Hammy) and King Henry
I also have another (different species) of turtle here at work - his name is Fred.
And you all know I'm an expert at the care and feeding of Wookies.
You know how in the movies when the caged lab monkeys always freak out and scream and shake the bars of their cages right before the kindly lab assistant bites it because the werewolf escaped his kennel?
That's what I mean when I say 'gators freak my monkey out.
The little monkey in my head starts screaming and rattling the bars like crazy. He might even get so worked up he flings a bit of poo...
Tonight, my daughter saw someone in a dark area of the church building. She followed him to find out who it was and why they were there. When she got to that area, there was no one there.
After we got home, I showed her old photos of three men who are long dead but who have been seen in the building since their deaths. All have been seen by multiple people. When I showed her the last one, she said - without a trace of doubt - that he was the one. Reid Groomes died 20+ years ago. :MrEEk:
My daughter is 18.
They never met.
This 'person' was in an area in which I would think it would be reasonable to see Reid.
We have 3 men who are said to haunt the building. They are all benevolent.
At long last, the next portion of the trip journal. For anyone who missed the first part, this is from July of 2001.
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Sabbath morning at church, Grandma saw her 98-year old school teacher, who is still teaching classes here and there. We also met a pastor from Russia who has a 20-year old son. [I'm guessing this little comment was aimed at Neaksis.] In fact, we met nearly the whole family.
After potluck, we went back to our cousins' to pig out on watermelon, etc. Mom majorly pigged out on milk. For a while I thought we were going to have to hook up a direct line from a cow.
Mr. C was positively thrilled at the evening milking. They have very nice, tame cows, and he got to pet them to his heart's content. The only problem was they had no water, so he had to go pushing down all the AUTOMATIC cow waterers. I do mean all.
Instead of walking the cows across like the other kids, Mr. C drove the tractor with my youngest cousin. I got to drive it back and park it.
Notice I have not been mentioning the Princess. She dropped out of the race while we rode around in the soothing dark with Dorothy, watching my cousins cut fresh alfalfa.
The only dismal part of the evening came when Neaksis and the gang left for Minnesota and did not take the cat. I am thinking of naming him Les Mis, after one of my favorite Broadway plays. Or maybe E.T. He has the bulgy eyes and weird head...
We postponed our leaving as long as we could. Mr. C watered a bunch more cows. The Princess came very close to voluntarily petting the cows several times.
I love the trip journal... my journey's are never that exciting ... they usually end up at the supermarket or post office paying bills.
:happyhanukkah: I'm trying Rella's hanukkah
But no I remember ..unfortunately .... that I went to Sydney his year ... to wrestle 3 physco daughters off the plane on the return..... wonderful :RollieEyes:
THEY were happy .. but then I could have run the hosties trolley over their feet and they would have been happy. :crosseyedcrazy:
What 3 daughters did you have to pick up at the airport. Adopted ones?
BTW, the menorrah is Queenie's but I wanted it for her....I do have a menorrah - a gift from a friend who heard my daughter loved different cultures and things. And, that our Jewish friends weren't inviting us to their Hanukkah party. HaHaHa...I make pretty good latkes for a non-Jewish woman.
:happyholidays:
I like the snow man. He's muchhappier looking than the lecherous looking smilie waving to wish a a Merry Christmas.
The Dervish did something nice tonight, after a long day of harrassing all animals and people within throwing distance.
Every year the fire dpt comes around in a decorated engine, passing out a little stuffed animal and a candy cane to all the children in the area.
Tonight, he went straight from getting his toy, to Auntie Neaksis' party, right across from the fire station. While he was there, a nice family from around the corner stopped by. Their little girl was afraid of the dog, so the Dervish gave her his stuffed animal.
Sniff!
He didn't even fuss when we didn't let him go try and get another toy from the firefighters when they got back in.
We are so proud of him. Since he fell asleep nicely, we can remain proud of him uninterruptedly till morning.
Yeah so have I ........ well I hope so .... its not that I've had a lot of testing or anything
As for the gift buying I am of course just getting in practise for Liz's and Hayleys little ones .......... when they can spell BABY as in THEIR baby ... without shuddering :RollieEyes:
Flying through here at the start of a very busy day... Mr. C was bitten with enthusiasm twice yesterday by a neighbor dog. He was trying to break up a fight between the dog and Clancy, and messed up his left hand and knee.
A full wound count and description, hopefully with a few pictures, will be forthcoming later for Mrs. VdK.
In summary, nothing broken in his hand, seemingly no tendons torn, and all wounds healing by granulation. As of this morning, he's figured out how to limp around on his bad leg, and by tonight I expect he will be able to manage his own pants in the bathroom. :MrEEk:
It has been very hard for the noncompliant fellow to be wholly dependent on his awesome parents.
Well, must dash, I now have 2 days worth of stuff to cram into one, plus maybe a clinic visit, too.
Oh, yeah, I nearly caught my kitchen on fire......had a lit candle in a jar on my kitchen table. I was standing near the table when I heard a Christmas tree ornament hit the floor and shatter in the other room. I dropped the chocolate filled calendar and dashed off. When I came back, the calendar was on top of the candle and flaming. I swooped it over to the sink and turned the water on.....out went the flames. I only lost one piece of chocolate. The smell has abated. Life is good.
Rella, try very hard not to set anything else on fire. I'm very sorry for the loss of your piece of chocolate.
By way of other news, AJ starts his new job tomorrow.
My invalid is way too perky. Once he figured out how to hobble on his own, all peace and quiet was over.
Under the Weird and Unexpected news column, yesterday when I took Mr. C up for his tetanus shot, there was a 2-car accident in the OW's driveway, complete with CHP and tow truck.
She was standing out in the drivway - I recognized her even though I didn't see her face - but she didn't appear to notice as I drove by in AJ's vehicle.
Neak here on AJ's computer, with pictures of Mr. C. Don't bother to look if you have a weak stomach, but all cleaned up it's not nearly as bad as my first sight of it.
When Neaksis showed up in response to the Dervish's urgent call for assistance, she didn't notice the blood dripped up the front steps, but the swath of gore all over the doorknob was hard to miss.
I also added a couple of photos of the Dervish from our living nativity, and the candy cane factory in Columbia, CA, in case you ever wondered how they make hand-made candy canes.
Those are some very dull wound pictures, which, with healing wounds, is a GOOD thing. Where was the cameraman when he was filling his boot with blood, and smearing gore (not Al) all over the place? THEN we would have had some exciting photography. They look to me to be about half the size they were 2 days ago, so they're closing up nicely.
If Mr. C could read this denigration of his life-threatening injuries, he would be highly insulted. I'm sorry. Do you know how much blood there needs to be before you can scare a labor nurse? Lots. Trust me.:RollieEyes:
s i g h not another one .... Mr C ... the hero!!!!
blood doesn't really worry me .... too much
Mrs VDK is like you T&L .... ask her about the brickie - people who lay bricks walls etc ... who fell off his scaffold and had a pipe through his belly ... he climbed back up to finish the job before going to the ED for care just before Christmas eve. :RollieEyes:
Now I'm not sure he was just stupid...... ok yes I am ... he was really really stupid.
But he had seeped a lot of blood but really not too serious a wound after all. She tells me a litre of blood on the floor looks like a lot ... I won't look if she doesn't mind too much
The Cricket Widows Club :RollieEyes: ( just like the Base ball widows club over your place )
You wanna see Gore. I've never seen him but I could drive you to his house......
Oh,dear. Another ornament fell off the tree. I've never seen an artificail tree shed so many ornaments. Maybe my hooks are weaklings this year. Of course, the tree is in the den and not shedding it's ornaments on the Oriental rug in the living room. GRRRRR!!!! I wonder if this one broke.
You wanna see Gore. I've never seen him but I could drive you to his house......
Oh,dear. Another ornament fell off the tree. I've never seen an artificail tree shed so many ornaments. Maybe my hooks are weaklings this year. Of course, the tree is in the den and not shedding it's ornaments on the Oriental rug in the living room. GRRRRR!!!! I wonder if this one broke.
My cat, Thor, thinks the tree is a giant toy for him to bat at...and we were so KIND to put all those sparklies up on it for him to try to knock down.
The Princess was just reminding me, that when she was little, she misunderstood the words to a song. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the classic praise song, "As the Deer Pants Fall in the Water".
:MrEEk:
Mr. C has been sick with a fever for 2 days now, so very quiet. There is nothing nicer than a little kid with a fever that's not bad, but just enough to make them sleepy.
Oops, did I say that out loud?
Don't worry - the Dervish has been bouncing off the ceiling to make sure I never actually had a net gain in peace and quiet.
Neaksis is sick, too. She has a raging temp of 38.2.
Of course I had this lovely day dream that I was the doc injecting him a few times
stubborn so & so - nanna said that's men for you. And jut wait until he's feeling better - he'll start moaning and groaning as if he's really sick then. :RollieEyes:
my brothers home - well in body - bit sort of not 'here' right now, but Hayley has him well in hand
Mums just about in mumma's heaven right now, all the boys home and safe helping Hayleys mum plan the wedding - now if she & Nan would just stop 'accidentally' leaving baby books around then all would be bright wouldn't it :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes: :RollieEyes:
Does Snopes tell you that the zoning regulations for the area where Gore lives made it impossible for him to add some of the green features he wanted? That he had to file for zoning variances? That his appeals were approved and they have been going through the addition of said features? If Snopes hasn't updated that info in the last year or so, you wouldn't know that. I drive by there several times a week so I know there's been stuff done lately - but I don't know what.
I finally remembered the Dervish's recent song lyric mixup. It's from the second verse of Jingle Bells.
"A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Miss Fanny Bright, Was seated by my side. The horse was lean and lank, Misfortune seemed a slot..."
My misfortunes usually seem large and round, but if theirs was a slot, who am I to argue?
Get this....I have just signed up to do my second half-marathon. I am doing it to raise $3000 for Gilda's Club Nashville. Here's the scoop!
My daughter wants to run a half-marathon. I can walk one. We wanted to do it together. Her grandfather has small cell lung cancer. I have lost several friends and loved ones to cancer. This was a natural.
It's not feminine but you know I have nothing better to do than be dressed for a walk at 7 a.m. every Saturday from now until the end of April.
Frankly Rella he's darned ... see no SWEARING .... lucky to be here making jokes ... so he should do exactly as the docs say .... well one can live in hope I guess :RollieEyes:
Did AJ pick up Dad?
Has the Dervish sung new lyrics?
Has rella gone mad signing up for a marathon?
Oi... time to give the patient his meds .... he must be getting better .. he's complaining about them. :RollieEyes:
I mean REALLY complaining ...... would it be a LB to say whining? well I won't then.
Mikey has been SO good the last 10 days with me being away at the Hospital so much. Going to have to give him some extra hugging .... even if big Sis and Grandma spoilt him rotten.
Missed mass this morning ...slept right through to 10.30 & then mum & dad arrived to see Aussie. House was a mess of course :RollieEyes: perfect timing mum ....
but anyway Aussie looks a lot better if thinner than ever. Aussie & dad had a quiet little one of those man to man talks about whatever but dad didn't look too happy after. Secret mens business I guess.
Liz has been a bit emotional last few days ... up & down like a yoyo.. but not saying much ... figure she'll say something when she's ready so I'm being really good and not prying. Yes I know .. a miracle
Maybe just stress of the job... looking after Mikey & hubby and things. Well the girls are doing a small gig tonight at a French thing ... French Noumeia promotion or something like that ...down in Fremantle so maybe its all just been too busy for her. Jonny has to go to the barracks this arvo for whatever they do.
But its been a rather busy to say the least fortnight. I wonder when the holidays start? :RollieEyes:
For those of you not familiar with ChaiLover's thread, WH filed for D, please check out the last several posts. She is facing the eminent crisis of providing care for her addict-daughter's newborn. This is a new crisis in Chai's live and she could really use some help. As the mother of a grown woman, she has nothing, REPEAT - NOTHING for this baby...no bed, clothes, food, bottles. There is talk about a cyber-shower for our friend.
well Kimmy that bro of yours did give me a few worries the first few days in hospital but hes on the mend. whining about all the meds he has to take... says they upset his tummy :RollieEyes:
but hectic days lately here .... some things sorted others lingering.
Mrs VDK in denial .... no way ... not possible ..puke ... cough ... not possible ... stress of course .... if you say so dear :RollieEyes:
well the beloved medical one claims definitely not .... tested & blood tests as well ..... so I suppose not. My dear girl has a enthusiasm for planning for things like babies... work ... careers...lunch.... dinner.... making the bed ... blowing her nose ... and so on. I suggested she just have some fun and see what happens ... reply: how do you plan for that
I think someone's over trained :RollieEyes:
its a battle to get her to see she doesn't have to be in control of everything or even most things .... I think all military wives go through this adjustment ... I was terrible for some time like that. Obsessive almost ...ok most
But at least I got her go see her GP around the corner ... all the blood tests ..... she can tell him how wrong his diagnosis is :RollieEyes:
but that's ok he tells me he really enjoys the arguments ... he usually puts aside 40 mins for her.
Here's how to change a starter motor on a car after your repeated requests to your menfolk are ignored. Crickets on TV.
Have a piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream. And a coffee.
Step outside and look at the car. Adopt a daunted expression.
Pop the bonnet of the car. The bonnet is situated where the hood should be if the car was situated several thousand miles east.
Glance under the bonnet at the engine. Adopt an EVEN more daunted expression. These expressions only work correctly if the degree of daunt exceeds 80%.
Have a another piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream. Coffee optional.
Fetch the toolbox and open it. Remove the terminals from the battery and lift the battery off. Take the car battery indoors and put on charge.
Swear when you realise that a 13mm spanner is to big..... the 11mm spanner is too small and you don't have a 12mm spanner. Swear again... whilst eating another piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream.
Pop next door and borrow summat to turn a little 12mm nut with. Make sure that you know where the four wires go before removing them. Well..... just remove two of 'em for now.
Have a another piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream whilst your daughter fetches the "spare" starter motor from the shed. She knew we had one even if I didn't!!!
Graze your knuckles whilst trying to turn the nuts. This is most important. It helps when telling Asst. Mech. daughter about it later.
Slide under the car. Prepare yourself to be attacked by an Kelpie's tongue and push aforementioned pet away gently until he gets bored and finds summat else to do.
As you get comfortable under the car..... realise that the spanner you need is where the car battery fits..... and out of reach. Shout "Liz"!
Gratefully accept the socket thingy from Liz and try to ignore her giggles. And swear a bit more when ya bang your funny bone on the diff.
And.... as the nut comes off the bolt..... drop the spring washer in your hair. Although this is optional if I recall.
Get out from under the car. Try to do this without banging your head on the bull-bar. If this fails...... swear again and have another piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream.
Extricate the loosened starter motor from the amazing tangle of fuel pipes, heater hoses, brake pipes and other assorted and as yet undefinable "bits" of the engine. Get it jammed a couple of times and realise that you have to unfasten the other two wires off it before it will come out.
Unfasten the two wires and lift the starter motor out. Compare the two starter motors. Swear when you realise that the one you were gonna fit has a terminal broken off it.
Adopt a VERY, VERY daunted expression. And wish that Santa had brought you a soldering iron at Xmas.
Have dinner....... with coffee and a another piece of chocolate cake with lots of cream . Preferably in that order.
Try and think of someone nearby with a soldering iron. Whilst thinking about this go to shopping centre and buy some terminals. And a new battery charger having finally realised that the one you're trying to charge the battery with - is buggered. (Aust technical term)
Put the car battery on charge with the new charger.
Suddenly remember that a washing machine engineer lives just down the street. Chuck the starter, a bit of wire and a terminal into a carrier bag and go down to see him. Find out that he's out but he'll "get round to it as soon as he returns".
Go back 3 hours later to find that he's unable to solder a new terminal to it 'cos he's sold his big soldering iron and hasn't got a fine enough nozzle for his gas powered solder gun.
Think to yourself that he's a prize git but don't tell him, just smile nicely. You might need him to fix the washing machine in the future.
Return home. Decide to take both starter motors to bits and make one good one out of the two junk ones.
Realise it's pitch dark outside and stop. Resolve to get up early in the morning to complete the task.
Get up early in the morning and refit the battery taking special care to ensure the terminals are fitted tightly.
Carefully twist and turn the rebuilt starter motor through the tangle of "bits" until it slots into place. Insert top nut and bolt and tighten.
Slide under the car in the stinking hot sun and lie in the biggest puddle of oil you can find. Realise that, although you have the correct socket in your hand........ you've left the bolt inside the house.
Swear as you shuffle out from under the car..... getting even oily-er. (Aussie term don't bother) Meet Liz as you open the door with the two bolts in her hand and wish that you'd waited for a moment longer under the car. Damn!
Get back under the car...... and lie in the oil puddle. Fit the bottom nut and bolt and tighten carefully.
Listen whilst Liz points out a thick wire that is hanging down from "somewhere". Swear when she points out that the bolt you've just fitted should have the wire attached to it. Loosen bolt and include the wire in the assembly. Re-tighten.
Get oil in hair from the underneath of the gearbox.
Scramble out from under the car getting even dirtier. Swear a bit more..... especially when she points out that it looks like I've messed myself and she's laughing her head off. Scowl as she rolls on the ground in uncontrolled laughter. Try not to wish she will have triplets first time around.
Ask Liz which way round the two thin wires should be attached to the little terminals. Refit them. Adopt less daunted look.
Reposition the other thick wire to the threaded terminal and finger-tighten. Position socket over nut and watch @&*$ing great sparks try to fry you as metal ratchet-handle touches another metal part of the car about 4 inches (100mm) from your nose. Jump back and nearly fall over the dog. Swear. Again.
Remove leads from positive terminal of battery!!!
Continue to tighten terminal on starter motor but this time.... without the sparks!
Reconnect battery.
Get into the car and turn the ignition key. As car starts adopt a surprised look. A VERY VERY surprised look!!! Quickly assume superior expression as if you expected it to work.
Relax. and leave Liz to put all the tools away! This is most important. After all..... she needs to feel that she did her part too!! Whilst you relax in a hot bath and try to get the friggin oil and grease off your body.
Ignore the amused looks of your H and SIL who say they could have done it in 15 mins if I had only asked. Count to 10 .... twice ... yes after thinking about you ARE RIGHT .... they're JERKS (another technical term) :RollieEyes:
One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law
a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift.
The next year, he didn't buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!" And that's how the fight started.....
A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.' And that's how the fight started.....
I asked my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?'
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. 'Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!' she said. So I suggested, 'How about the kitchen?' And that's when the fight started....
My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were
in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?' 'No,' she answered. I then said, 'Is that your final answer?' She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.' So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.' And that's when the fight started....
I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.
Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer
would make her look better at night than the cold cream. And that's when the fight started.....
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my
order first. 'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.' He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?' 'Nah, she can order for herself.' And that's when the fight started.....
SS has had a few difficult months. Our business did terrible the last 6 months of 2008, so we had a going out of business sale in December. We sold every thing and paid all our bills, including the bank. I feel very blessed that we were able to pay all of our vendors, many of whom I consider to be friends.
I have been looking for a job, and (thank the Lord) may have something lined up.
My W still loves me. I still love her.
God still loves and helps us both.
Our children (6 of whom are married) all still have jobs, and are doing reasonably well.
I really would like to know how every one here is doing. I hope you will comment.
Oh, and not just HOW you are doing, but WHAT is going in in your life. Some of you have been really quiet. Admittedly, I have been quiet too. Some things are very stressful, and take a lot out of a person.
I have been looking for a job, and (thank the Lord) may have something lined up.
My W still loves me. I still love her.
God still loves and helps us both.
Our children (6 of whom are married) all still have jobs, and are doing reasonably well.
I'm glad to hear all that good news. So very sorry to hear the other stuff. I really hope more good things (job & security) come your way in very short order.
I'm doing ok. Body is not quite as grumpy as it was. Can't tell what's going on w/ my blood pressure. The last 2 times I had it taken, it was pretty good. Today, a co-worker took it and it was out the roof.
Son is being only marginally compliant with schoolwork.
Daughter's senior thesis for her AP lit/comp class is due tomorrow. Guidance counselor for the seniors at her school is loved by the students but I don't know that she's helping the parents help their children get into college w/ all the financial aid possible. Tonight there is a financial aid meeting for seniors at my son's school and I want to crash it to learn what they have to say. Daughter wants us to go to yoga at the same time.
Daughter and I are training with Gilda's Gang to participate in a half-marathon in April. We are raising money for Gilda's Club which provides free support to cancer patients.
All h3ll may break loose at work on Monday if our new computer stuff goes live. Meanwhile, the state for which I work has, like most other states, a major/massive shortfall and we could end up losing some positions. So, I'm not sure my job is secure.
New computer systems are always......... what's the word? I was going to say "fun" but couldn't bring myself to lie like that.
I see your Son, and Daughter are in the realm of normal. At least normal for teens.
How about your mother? What ever happened with your daughter and BF? I hope that is safely behind you now.
I know you have had some serious health problems over the years. The blood pressure problem can be serious, or not. Mine is always high, but the doc says he suspects that is normal for me. We have agreed not to panic about it. Do you have any idea why yours might be high?
I envy you the half marathon. I was injured years ago, and I have a hard time walking very far these days. Well, I can do it once, but then I hobble around for a week after, because it hurts.
Hope you get some financial aid arranged. It seems so tough these days.
You know there are lots more questions I could ask - But, where does the time go?
sorry to hear about the business and the job stuff ... hope it all goes well for you. Are YOU doing ok ... really????
Here its been hectic as well .... Aussie back in hospital and some surgery because he wouldn't do as he was told. Surprise surprise .. not :RollieEyes:
However he has bounced back well and today I found out they have allocated a nurse to come and attend him a few times a week ... he he he ... cause he is so stubborn.
Of course that means I have to CLEAN the house for visitors which is painful.
My DD has been having military wife reality problems ... loss of power to influence events etc in their married life ... accepting the Army comes first ... all that stuff. She thought she could get around all that I think because she was a Army brat. Thought she could get hubby to transfer to non combat area ... not gonna happen. But I'm staying out of it... got a counsellor in from the family support group. I suggested a baby or two.
Job is still a bit of fun ... helping people so its great ... Mikey is growing SO SO fast I want it to STOP right now!!!
Son is home safe and spending all his time with our young Hayley ... well we've already adopted her years ago so he'd better be good ... ... his fiancée ... I want the wedding soon. I think she should have babies too.
Just think ... my mum would then be a GREAT grandma ...
Sending you cyber brownies - they have all the love, but none of the fat.
Everything is okay here. VD has opted to NOT pick the kids up anymore for the time being. Dunno what we're gonna tell them...sad for them, but glad too...catch 22, that bit.
The Wookie got me a mini weiner dawg for Christmas. She goes to work with me at least once a week. As I am typing this she is curled up asleep on my shoulder. She's the easiest kid yet.
New house is getting broken in...what with the cats, guinea pigs, KIDS, dogs, turtles, KIDS, Wookies, KIDS and kids running around in it.
I
LOVE
MY
BATHTUB.
(I'll betcha thought I was gonna say kitchen...love that, too...but not as much as my garden tub)
No GI Joes or Barbies allowed (tho I DID find a lego in the drain once...)!
I love our spa tub as well Kimmy. But I am very glad it is totally enclosed for privacy
Now as this is our own special aisle ... SS and other men can look the other way ... did you know it is a scientific fact that a woman is 3 times likely to conceive in a spa bath? Its true
You know ... when I gave the kids that bottle of wine and the glasses a little while ago I think ... quite accidentally .. I forgot to tell them that.
It must be age ... I'm forgetting things . Dear me .
Oh I know I haven't fooled her for one second Rella .. but a mum can hope for her daughter. She is so lost in the worry and fear right now. her own family with the man she loves would bring her great joy. The kids were such a comfort when Aussie was God knows where. It was like ... well if anything happened there would always be a part of him here with me in them ... if that makes any sense. It still feels like that now you know.
but she will do as she decides. I know that too and I don't push her really ... just a gentle tease every now and then.
I have just sent mum off to bed, trying to stay awake for 20 hours in each 24 is not good. And 'but dad might need something' is NOT an acceptable excuse mum. she's already asleep.
so for clarification -
No I don't mind mum teasing me about babies - its in good fun and well, who knows????
its my aunts who push - baby this and baby that - I'm waiting for the knitted jump suit next :RollieEyes:
God save me from an Irish catholic family Nana is quite on the subject but then she's the most cunning of the lot - I adore her but I've seen her operate
yes Cinderella mum is a mess, but I'm a far bigger one and it was a whole lot messier not long ago. We do mess well here :crosseyedcrazy:
Aunty Kimbers you have it right on the noggin practice makes perfect and I sorta like the practice keeping hubby happy
Of course I hate hate hate loosing - blame dad he made me that way - I just gotta learn which battles to fight and I'm new wife dumb really. wifing is so bloody hard - why didn't someone tell me?
I have just sent mum off to bed, trying to stay awake for 20 hours in each 24 is not good. And 'but dad might need something' is NOT an acceptable excuse mum. she's already asleep.
so for clarification -
No I don't mind mum teasing me about babies - its in good fun and well, who knows????
its my aunts who push - baby this and baby that - I'm waiting for the knitted jump suit next :RollieEyes:
God save me from an Irish catholic family Nana is quite on the subject but then she's the most cunning of the lot - I adore her but I've seen her operate
yes Cinderella mum is a mess, but I'm a far bigger one and it was a whole lot messier not long ago. We do mess well here :crosseyedcrazy:
Aunty Kimbers you have it right on the noggin practice makes perfect and I sorta like the practice keeping hubby happy
Of course I hate hate hate loosing - blame dad he made me that way - I just gotta learn which battles to fight and I'm new wife dumb really. wifing is so bloody hard - why didn't someone tell me?
Liz
Honey, it could be worse...I've got Irish Catholics on one side and Mexican Catholics on the other.
Do not let that woman anywhere near a turkey baster. Sleep with one eye open.
Wifing is a challenge even in the best of circumstances. Newlywed to a (hardheaded - is there another kind???) soldier is even harder. You have my sympathy, and lots of hugs.
SS, I'm so sorry to hear about your business, but how glad I am that you were able to pay your vendors!! That had to be a huge weight off your mind.
I've been meaning to sit down and do a nice, long update, but haven't gotten that elusive tuit yet. (You know, the round kind.) In short, we are fairly well. AJ is still here, though unemployed since November. It has been wonderful for the kids having him here so much.
I am the amazing schoolbus/taxi, and it seems like most of the days I'm either about to leave to go somewhere, gone somewhere, or just back from going somewhere and about to leave to go somewhere again. Not too much that's super-exciting: homeschool teacher meetings, picking the kids up from school, therapy for Mr. C twice a week, tutoring, Pathfinders, church, doctor's appointments, and much more.
Mom's gift of a one-month membership to the local gym has been much appreciated, too.
Probably most of you saw about the articles - that was a huge thing in my world, and I'm going to be scheduled for surgery in a few weeks, also huge. It will include a uterine ablation, and repair of various and sundry damages caused by childbirth.
Mr. C is really improving in his life after starting theraplay. He is also on day 44 violence-free, and just over 2 weeks from earning his pocketknife, on day 60. The Princess just won 4th place in the local "Why I Love Freedom?" writing contest, though it may have smarted a bit that Val won first. And the Dervish...how I wish I could follow him around and write about everything he does. Last night, he was bragging that he was part Native American from two tribes. "Mostly I am Sac and Fox, but I'm a little bit Parakeet, too."
Not to forget Grandpa, he's still alive and kicking, though the slow descent continues. He comes up with plenty of funnies, though. Sometimes they're even funny at the time. The other night he was looking for a paper towel. Finally, giving up, he said disguestedly that he was going to go get some paper out of the toilet. I'm assuming he meant toilet paper, but I quickly got him a paper towel anyway.
So, in a nutshell, emphasis on the "nut", that's what we've been up to.
Do not let that woman anywhere near a turkey baster. Sleep with one eye open.
yeah I have a lock on the bedroom door now. Mostly because a certain little brother has a habit of running in at the most inconvenient moments lol
All that taxi stuff must be wearing you down. very glad Mr C is doing so well, the young warrior is probably planning a raid on the fridge so watch out
and just think the Princess is following mums path, you could write a children's book together, just remind her of the knock backs a writer gets every now & then.
and as long as no one cracks the nutshell, nuts is ok
Oh Yeah it made a lot of difference. I was very leery of marriage for some time after mums affair. even after mum and dad worked it all out together it, marriage sorta made me uneasy.
Hubby wanted to marry 12 months before I agreed. I got a copy of "I promise you". Lots of good advice and the workbook was so easy to use. Of course a lot of stuff isn't available for POJA because its Army. Man frustrating !!!!!!!
Maybe Harley should write a book for Military marriages!!!
I have to admit we had some fun with the exercises -
Dennis has been dressing for an on-going, weekly Bible study wearing sandals, shorts, and an old t-shirt. Mary doesn’t like how he’s dressing and would like him to dress a little nicer. What should she do?
Option A: Say nothing and let it go—accepting him for who he is. Option B: Tell him that he’s a slob and he must change immediately or else! Option C: Tell him, “I’d love it if you’d wear this instead. How would you feel about that idea?” If he doesn’t agree, then ask him if he’s willing to negotiate another outfit. Option D: Have the outfit mysteriously disappear from the face of the earth.
B & D came to mind but of course C is the right answer
If Mary chooses Option C, how could Dennis respond to Mary’s honesty? Option A: Tell her that she is too concerned about what people think and perhaps she should consider individual counselling to get over her anxiety. Option B: Tell her “okay” and do whatever she wants him to do—even if it causes him discomfort every time they go to the Bible study Option C: Tell her “okay” to get her off his back, but continue wearing what he wants to wear. Option D: Tell her “Thank you for being honest with me.” Then a) “I would be happy to wear something different—I really don’t care what I wear”; or (b) “Let’s go to the closet and pick out outfits that we both like. And if we can’t find anything, let’s go out and buy a couple of outfits together.”
Of course option C was his choice :RollieEyes: but D was the right one to which he said "Wot you think I'm gay or something?"
MEN !! :RollieEyes:
Anyway doesn't matter, his mum and I bought his wardrobe when he was deployed she is so just lovely a woman, I really care for her.
I'm busy doing my headless chicken imitation. I'll be back later, but right now Kentucky Fried Chicken is on the line and I've gotta take the call! :RollieEyes:
Thats ok rella it was no probs this end!! Aussie even smiled at it. He's not doing much smiling these days the old grouch.
But we had some fun at the doc's today .... he had to go to the outpatient unit to get checked over... happens once a week and then the nurse come out during the week as well. Those sorry bast.... I mean people are trying their best to get him on his feet and back into the war asap.
I wonder if going to the docs is counted in your time together????
Anyway his doc was talking to us telling us what he can do and not do ... how long he should be walking or doing any LIGHT work ... LIGHT so I boldly asked what about SF Doc says well its ok as long as he doesn't do all the work !!! then he looked at us blanked faced and said 'Oh God did I actually say that? :twobyfour: We all just broke up and giggled like teens.
Well now that we have non Mikey time until 3.10 in the arvo... we had lunch ... salad all round (talk about b*tching) ... then had a little walk in the shops... nice and air cond cool ... got in the car.... drove home and then he had a look at the half dead front garden which our son & SIL have said they will fix ... when they get back from more pre deployment training in 3 weeks. :MrEEk: I will only say to all of deployment stuff.
So we snuggled on the sofa which is so comfy .... snogged a bit ... he put his head on my shoulder ... and he fell asleep :RollieEyes:
why fight it ... I had a sleep until it was time to go get Mikey.
giving blood is a wonderful gift and the right thing to do!!! Need more of it.
I can't give it now cause the sign says 'we recognise that service personnel returning from war zones may carry infectious diseases. Spouses & service personnel should obtain medical clearances before donating blood."
its a nice way of saying "lov your hubby may have bought home the clap or something worse." stark but sadly true. It happens.
One mister had better not, bugger MB, I have scalpels.
However he's a bit of a wuzz about doctors 'I just want to be left alone ok' geeze whats the big deal? He has to get the full pre deployment check out Friday morning in any event. Of course he just opens his mouth to change feet - 'I don't trust docs they want to stick things into me all the bloody time'. I let that one go. Did the 'Yes Dear' thing. And took the edge off the scalpels - blunt is best
Apparently everybody's been busy. My uncle sent me these and I thought they were funny.
tl
If you look like your passport photo, you're too ill to travel. -Will Kommen
I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on. -Roseanne Barr
The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served us nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found. -Calvin Trillin
My grandmother was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands and two of them were just napping. -Rita Rudner
My husband wanted one of those big-screen TV's for his birthday. So I just moved his chair closer to the one we have already. -Wendy Liebman
I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes - and six months later you have to start all over again. -Joan Rivers
My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle. -Henny Youngman
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes. -Bob Thaves
He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals. -Ben Franklin
I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her. -Rodney Dangerfield
My doctor is wonderful. Once, when I couldn't afford an operation, he touched up the x-rays. -Joey Bishop
Hope Mr C's wart doesn't come back this time. I got rid of my own wart - got sick of having it. Didn't go to the Dr. Tried the "burn it off" in a bottle, but that didn't work. Kept trimming it down with nail clippers, but it always came back. Not now though, not now.
Aussie did a great post on mikec2's thread. I hope he acts as well as he talks.
It is always enjoyable to read what (and how) all of you are doing. Thanks.
Still packing up, and selling off the remains of our business. Any one need a desk? Computers? Assorted clothing racks?
Great jokes T&L. Put a smile on my face. Cinderella, thanks for getting involved in things, and helping people. You are a good example.
I know the rest of you help people too - but you know what I meant.
*shudder* I am not taking ANY wart removal advice from ANY of you!!!!!!!!!
Earlier, GP was trying to operate AJ's TV....with the portable phone. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP beepbeepbeepbeepbeepBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. And still the channel refused to change.
Anyone who might be trying to call me, don't worry if you don't get through. Once again, with this latest round of rain, the dial tone is absent. (No, the phone is not shut off.)
Every time I've called for help before, they needed to have their tech check it while it was experiencing the transient, storm-related problems. By the time they got out a couple days later, the line had dried and was doing fine.
Now I can't even call and complain. :crosseyedcrazy:
Neak, the story about Grandpa and the tv reminds me of the time, when DD18 was a tot, that we got her a toy cellphone and her dad's even-less-brilliant brother (in his mid40s) couldn't figure out how to make a call on it.
for SS's work life - I'm delighted you could drop in
Neakie that's just wimpy of you... look at ALL the good advice we supplied !
Hey you could write a book... maybe a series .... " Boys own ... wart removal... self stitching .... toe nail removal .... " chapters are endless!!!
Look those cordless phones do look like the TV controllers... they do!!! sometimes they work just as well too.
SS good to hear the update.... hope all is ok for you and your family. Aussie is doing his supervised Army BFA today. Did you know he SWEARS???? and that was only the push ups .... 49 50 51 52 .....
love to all the aisle shoppers
I'm waiting for the ambula... for Aussie to get back .... who am I to tell him he should hold a off a week or so for the BFA to begin
Thanks for the prayers Rella ... those poor fire victims need a lot of it. I had to stop watching the tv coverage .. it was horrific... kids frantically looking for mum or dad... mum or dad looking for the kids .. and some will not find them. so tragic.
AW, I want to email you, but life keeps intruding on my important computer time!!! If IRL people (and you know who you are!) would JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I might be able to get something important done with my cyber-buddies. What is with this anyway?
my 2 little song birds came prancing in not long ago.
while not bursting with happiness or fun they were a bit brighter .... Red Cross just told them that they expect the Bushfires Appeal to raise $100M which is just amazing.
I was having this vision of me prancing around in the yard trying to 'catch' the bug and put the lid back on the jar. snigger
But I am feeling so ok now.... the barf on Aussie fixed me up I ate a steak burger.... a whole one by myself ... I'm a big girl now .. & getting bigger if I keep eating those .... home made .. by me with the works... tender loin just right... bacon... cheese ...onions.. tomato of course .. lettuce .... sauce & mayo on the top and bottom bun halves... with my special onion & pickle as well .... it looks like the burgers do in the ads ... but its real!!!!
I need choc icecream now .... with blue berries ... and a Picnic choc bar ..... coffee I want a Espresso con Panna with thickened cream and Italian bitter choc powder ......... and most important ... someone to get it for me..
honey ...... sweetie pie ... darling .... buttercup .... its VD day over here right now .... that's ALL I want ... for now ... my brave manly lover... honest it is.
Aussies says "NO if I get it for you I have to get it for the three of you"
Tomorrow, at 7 a.m., I have an MRI appt my ear....just hoping it's ear only that is the problem. Could be head. Could be spine. Please, let it be fixable ear matter.
Have to deal with downed mailbox and tree in my yard from wreck someone had in my yard today. No telling what they did to the rest of my yard and driveway. Neighbor called me and told me about it....I haven't seen it yet. Sigh! Woman taking her son to school.....hit two mailboxes on the street. Didn't do as much damage to the other one as she did mine - neighbor says it's down....and that car didn't stop until she hit my very mature holly tree (20+ feet tall) which may be broken. :MrEEk:
Let's add to the mess.....how much glass, plastic, and other debris is in my yard? How long will it be before there won't be glass shooting out of the lawn mower when you cut the grass?
Neak! I'm assuming that's how long till the stuff will be out of my yard.
So, the good news is.....they think her car still had the windshield intact. I don't see a lot of slivers of dangerous stuff out there....a few pieces of plastic. Mailbox is in pieces. Tree was whiplashed into two pieces - decapitated. Leaning. Practically ripped out of the ground by the roots.
She DOES have insurance!
I had a big, bad mailbox post...an industrial machine axle sunk in a bunch of concrete well below ground level.....it's totally horizontal (with the concrete attached - several feet from the hole). My 50+ year old holly tree is probably not salvageable.
I priced mailbox posts from one of the most respected ornamental iron companies in town.....Their biggest, baddest post is about $750 plus tax, installed.
I have an appointment with an arborist in the morning - gonna see if the tree is savable. I doubt it. How do you value a mature holly tree? It was a landmark...truly awesome.....you don't see many hollies that size.
Hey, no one was thrown from the car. No one died. She didn't hit my magnolia tree or my house. She had insurance. It could be SOOOO much worse!
In the morning, I have an MRI at 7:30 and an appointment with the arborist at 10:30. Then, in a couple of days, I'll talk with the adjuster. Not looking forward to this.
Last night, the weather started changing from warm and dry to cooling and storming. When I took the dog out, my nose stopped up suddenly. During the night, the power went off and on several times - waking me several times.
This morning, I had to be at the hospital at 7 for my MRI. They started a little after 8....injected me w/ a bunch of dye sometime around 8:45. Finished up after 9.
I have to meet w/ the arborist in about an hour. I know what he will tell me.....tree is toast....well, that's what I expect.
I won't make it to work until at least 11:30.
I really, really want to call in and take the rest of the day off. I would go to sleep. A day with decongestants now might keep me from being really sick.
true story . I swear on me granny's grave - well maybe the one she's a diggin' for me
Irish police ... called the Garda Síochána na hÉireann or Garda ... have FINALLY solved the mystery of a serious Polish traffic offending recidivist!! The dirty rotter!!!!
This terrible person "Prawo Jazdy" has clocked up between 50 and 500 traffic offences, the Garda won't say exactly, on different addresses and has never been caught.
An internal police memo said officers taking details of the Polish traffic offender had been carefully printing "Prawo Jazdy," in the top right corner of the driving license, as the holder's name. Well you would wouldn't you
"Prawo Jazdy" is actually Polish for driving license and not the first name and surname on the license," the police memo said. "It is quite embarrassing to see the system has created Prawo Jazdy as a person with so many identities."
Apparently the offenders were all different people and sexes but being catholic I guess the Guardia assumed it was just a big family !!!! :MrEEk: Could be useful to remember that, I'll tell em I'm from the Irish side of the Jazdy family!!!
Ah 'tis the little people made me do it - De wee people - ya know the Sainmhíniú - r u doubting me now then??? faith an' begorrah yis a miserable lot that ye r.
AJ's been having a hard time of it. Night before last, one of his older stepbrothers died, heart failure as it turned out. I was shocked to find out he was only 40 - for as long as I've known him, I thought he was 10-15 years older than AJ. Even harder, and not to even attempt to judge, but from a human perspective the brother's chance of a last-minute repentance appears virtually nil. His last words weren't exactly calculated to stir hope of a deathbed conversion, either.
And the whole thing was attended by major soul-draining drama, start to not-finished-yet.
Maybe AJ will want to talk more about it, or have me post for him. Or, maybe not. (He's finally fallen asleep at a decent hour, so I can't ask him.) But regardless, there are 2 really messed-up fatherless kids, early to mid teens, whose mother has already been hospitalized for serious cardiac trouble. The oldest is at least an adult, barely, but it would be hard for her to care for her brother and sister if anything happened to the mom.
I will let mum and gran know as well and keep you all in our prayers especially the kids and their mum and AJ.
Be thou my vision Bind us together Lord in our sorrow The broken Mornings The day thou gavest For the beauty of life Lord for the years The days and moments Comfort and hold close those who mourn Thine be the Glory
Oh wow Pep thank you for the Hug, not sure what I did but I'll take the hugs alright!! And one back to you
If you are wondering why I am up at 4.50am in the morning, 0450hrs for us service slaves, oops wives
My lil bro Mikey is still up and running riot and I, how silly can you get, volunteered to look after him.
It was an exciting night for all but why did dad let him eat all that sugar?
Oh haven't told you about the night did I. Ok the whole gang of us went to the airport and my brother JJ was there on his way back to that - ok its classified - hell hole. Hayls who's like my sister but thankfully for her isn't really lol, is engaged to him and just SCREAMED. I mean like SCREAMED. He got a 18 hr stay over so mum was like over the moon to see him. Dad had a lot of things arranged so the less said about his involvement might be wise.
The lucky love birds are currently in a hotel practising husband and wife things. I may have been jealous but I'm too tired.
and seriously, all that kissing and I love you's and you're wonderful, really mother, father, not in public, go get a room.
thats it I'm tying the little rugrat to the bed. sweet dreams to all
Liz was teasing our Hayls with this today... at least it made her laugh which was nice to hear.
Its a song by Heidi Newfield I think Liz said. Its meant to be poking fun at her own experiences as I understand it. So I hope no one takes it seriously.
Knocked up, shame, shame I´m gonna ruin my family name Here comes what granny's been dreadin' Belly full of baby in a shotgun wedding Hand me down crib in a pick up truck that´s what you get when you get knocked up
Daddy, he's a good lookin' guitar man I was his from the very first kiss I was thinkin' 'bout me and him makin' some plans But I sure wasn´t plannin' on this
Knocked up, shame, shame I´m gonna ruin my family name Here comes what granny's been dreadin' Belly full of baby in a shotgun wedding Hand me down crib in a pick up truck that´s what you get when you get knocked up
I ain´t nothin' but a kid myself Still figurin' right from wrong Judgin' by the shape of my figure now Them innocent days are gone
Knocked up, shame, shame I´m gonna ruin my family name Here comes what granny's been dreadin' Belly full of baby in a shotgun wedding Hand me down crib in a pick up truck that´s what you get when you get knocked up
Rockabye baby, don´t worry none 'Bout what me and your Daddy done Mama's gonna love her little one All these tears won't mean diddly squat And it won't matter that your mama got knocked up
Knocked up, shame, shame I´m gonna ruin my family name
Knocked up, shame, shame I´m gonna ruin my family name Here comes what granny's been dreadin' Belly full of baby in a shotgun wedding Hand me down crib in a pick up truck that´s what you get when you get knocked up
So I was telling my 19 year old that we were going to DC. He asked me why and I told him we were taking the 4 Munchkins of the Apocalypse there for Spring Break.
Dead silence from his end. Then he says, "Mom! You DO KNOW that's an act of terrorism, right?"
And you all wonder where I get it from...I got it from MY KIDS.
Doesn't that seem so wrong? 19!!!! who gave him permission to get older that's what I want to know!!!!
Kimmy its just the weirdest thing to catch a glance at how others see your little boy... because he could be whatever age and he's still your little boy in your heart. Mine is.
Our boys are men now Kimmy... makes me proud and a bit well not sad but maybe I just miss all the growing up bits. Well that is until Mikey drops a bag of flour on the floor because silly me left the pantry open!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :RollieEyes:
And you have 4 Munchkins still... sort of makes me feel better ...
Antonio and Leo got lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of hugs last night....and I made them chalupas (favorite at my house)!
They thought they hit the lotto.
I told No-no I'm gonna put him in a vise so he'd stay little.
He looked at me and said seriously, "I have to get big, mama - God wants me to."
Well....if GOD wants him to...God trumps mama every time.
Kids are just so funny! I'd better not take the Dervish to visit the state capital any time soon...
I have Neaksis' youngest. I forget what she nicknamed him, but unless she says I can't, I will call him Hungry. (Except right now he is very pointedly Not-hungry, but that's another story.)
So anyway, Hungry was working on school, and asked me, "Isn't Iceland also called Ireland?"
:crosseyedcrazy:
My dear nephew would have such and easier time if he just wrote his own textbooks.
AJ has given up calling for now, except for his little brother, of course.
First, there was a big flap over whether Johnny would be cremated (for a whopping $4,000 - I'm hoping that was a typo), or have an open casket funeral for $10,000.
Sally wanted to have him cremated. Not only the price, but he was also bruised and puffy from the altercation. My MIL was ranting about having a funeral.
AJ and his little brother John John were quite naturally on the side of the widow. As John John said, "We're his brothers. YOU'RE his family." (Which did not win friends or influence people on the other side, let me tell you.)
So that was bad enough. Then, over the weekend, Sally got custody of the body and had him cremated before anyone could find out and object. If you saw the mushroom cloud off to the north, now you know why. And, as Mom pointed out, once a cremation is carried out, it can't exactly be undone.
As a wee postscript, on Monday John John had kidney stones and had to go to the hospital. He couldn't get ahold of anyone to take him exept MIL & FIL. They were mucho too busy...until he offered to pay them. :RollieEyes:
Oh, and then later that day, the oldest step-brother in the family (visiting from another state) came over to chew John John out over the whole cremation thing, and was summarily sent on his way. I've never met him, but he sounds as if he was cut from the same cloth as most of the rest of them.
So that's what's been happening.
(I really need to watch my spelling. I keep typing 'creamation'. Eew.)
Well Iceland and Ireland are both islands ... sort of in the same area .. generally speaking .... and I am told... though its only a rumour mind you ... that those of Irish Blood drink nearly as much as those terrible Icelanders.
Now who would have EVER thought that ... I'd ask the 2 in house experts however they are sound asleep while I sit up with Mikey who has a bad cough and won't sleep.
I just might for a moment close my e y e sssssssss
We're getting ready to go to our favorite restaurant, King Tsin in Lodi, for anyone who lives close enough to try some of the yummiest Chinese food there is.
Actually, we are going for Grandpa's 94th birthday, but if some of you want to think it's for you, go ahead. I won't stop you.
The Duelling Divas went ice skating today. Neaksis said it hadn't gone too well. Val skates much, much better than the Princess. Who doesn't like being humbled. At all.
And Hungry became...well...hungry as soon as Neaksis returned to pick him up. It was quite comical, since I had even asked him a couple times if he was hungry, or if he wanted seconds at lunch. No, no, no, he sure didn't. But as soon as his mom is there, he's poor, abused, and STARVING!!!
A Hungry .... must be related to 3 blokes I know of .... when I cook sausages for instance it takes 2 cooks at least and the commercial catering pack of sausages ... and roasts ... we cook 2 at the very least..... and a whole bag of potatoes. Just wait until your hungry grows up!!!!! :MrEEk:
Skating.... I could always skate well on my behind never managed to ever stand up on my own. So the Princess is way way ahead. :crosseyedcrazy:
Grandpa's 94th birthday!!!! wow you wish him the very best from us all. I LOVE Chinese food. We have some friends who run one not far from us .... deep fried duck with crab meat sauce for Aussie ... lots of fried rice ... chicken in Oyster sauce ... super large veges in Oyster sauce ... sweet & sour Pork .... Satay beef ... yummy. When we girls manage to go there for lunch we get the full Dim Sum experience ... which means we NEVER ask what we are being served ... its far safer that way... slurp ..... its breaky time and now I'm a hungry too!!!!
Liz says she wants to have a talk because EVERYONE else has chickened out which can mean one of two things .. either I've upset someone or she has something she needs but didn't want to tell me
I don't know if I should be excited for her or just ground her until her hubby is home ???? :MrEEk:
I have grave doubts on her understanding of the POJA process as well, however I suppose its not unreasonable in the circumstances ... I guess. :RollieEyes:
Dublin 2009 .... "The Pub Tour" :RollieEyes: at least she had the grace to blush and I got another "Oh Mother!!" :RollieEyes:
Oh well one must cut the apron strings I suppose and trust her to not get too out of control at some time.
I know ........ I'll send my mum along!!!!!! :twobyfour: Can't you see Nana and the two of them arm in arm at the Kerry Flower Show???
Don't you just love it when a "Mum's plan" comes together ???
I suppose now you are going to tell me I can't shake her either??
when I cook sausages for instance it takes 2 cooks at least and the commercial catering pack of sausages ... and roasts ... we cook 2 at the very least..... and a whole bag of potatoes. Just wait until your hungry grows up!!!!!
You cook like I do, AW.
I wonder how I'm going to manage cooking such small meals when my kids leave home...I only know how to cook BIG!
Ah. THAT'S why I have 3 freezers and 2 fridges (really and truly).
Neak, how "green" is your home? We are looking at rainwater catchment systems and I wondered if you use them too.
We got our composters last weekend and began filling those.
Nice try. I doubt they've even set the hatchet down. Keep it up, though. Maybe you'll succeed eventually.
We all went up to the Napa Valley area today. All of us, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Neaksis, Val, and ~Hungry~. We finished the day off by visiting one of my Japanese aunties, who was SOOOOOO happy to see Grandpa.
Devon, the other children, and Devon managed to completely tire out her Italian greyhound, rofl. Bet it had never experienced anything quite like that in all its little life. Hopefully by tomorrow the twitching will have faded.
For SOME reason the family is looking very sceptical at us two girls, can't please SOME people that's for sure.
Siobhan my 'whatever number' cousin emailed me today and told us to bring our back packs so we can go touring together. The pubs are lined up. For accommodation of course. She's a dancer, said she will teach me to dance Irish reels. I can reel alright by myself after a few bevies, ask Nana!!!!!
She said we can sing this as we go along from place to place:-
Kiss me, I'm Irish I am the wild rover My eyes they are smiling And I'm seldom sober I like my whiskey And I love to dance So if youre feeling as lucky as me, take a chance And kiss me I'm Irish
My heart beats a jig And me blood, it flows green I've been a rogue and a rambler From ocean to sea And I like a Bevy Now and then this I'll never deny But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a 'y' I'm no saint I'm no sinner Of that theres no doubt I'll tell you the truth I am the one that your grandmother warned you about
Kiss me, I'm Irish I am the wild rover My eyes they are smiling And I'm seldom sober I like my whiskey And I love to dance So if youre feeling as lucky as me, take a chance And kiss me I'm Irish
HEY!!!! Whats me Da doing there????????? He was supposed to be reformin'!!! By the by I think he may go back to work Monday week
Napa Valley, isn't that where the wineries are? Or is that oranges and fruit as well???? I bet it was nice though and very green. GREEN, we have a sort of brown/green in winter but mainly brown and red and the like. Mostly as I now think about is all freaking Army green!!! As for the dog well as long as darlin' Devon and the gang wore themselves out too I'm sure it was worth it, to Neak and the other grown ups!!!!
Took part in another concert for raising funds for the Bushfire victims, makes you appreciate that all your own worries and concerns need to be considered in relation to a bigger picture. There a some very tragic stories. It doesn't make your own issues or troubles go away but it helps to understand they could be a whole lot worse.
Now its back to cleaning and washing after last night. Didn't finish up until 5.20am. Ate too many burgers and chips, I'm sure I'm getting fatter eating that stuff. :crosseyedcrazy:
Nan's just jealous. She wishes someone would feed her chips to sing in pubs, too.
Oh yes, my wee terror was tired. As soon as we got in the car I gave him my coat to roll up for a pillow. He thanked me, and that was the last we heard from him.
How wonderful that you got to help raise money for the brushfire tragedy. That must be so fulfilling, knowing you can do something concrete.
SOMEONE would be oh so much more confident if SOMEONE ELSE would stop crowd surfing half tanked and other risky behaviour..... wouldn't SOMEONE?????? :RollieEyes:
OH Neak wait until I tell on ya!!!! Her Nan is just jealous huh?? :MrEEk: tattle tail tattle tail lol
One has to be resigned to the inevitable.......... That or email her hubby
Boy I am not firing on all cylinders! Here is the short announcement for my upcoming marriage seminar, and I'll put the press release on later, too. This is going to be really exciting.
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A Seal on Your Heart—Join author Neakie-poo for a unique marriage seminar based on the book by Dr. Willard F. Harley, Jr., Fall In Love, Stay In Love. Happily married? Learn how to preserve your love. Thinking of divorce? Don’t miss this seminar! Hosted by the Escalon SDA Church on Friday, March 13, 2009 at 7:00 pm, and Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 3:00 pm and 4:30 pm. Refreshments will be served. For more information, email noni@families4heaven.com.
You mean they finally gave you a date and time? Will wonders never cease? If you give your father any mushy ideas, you're in BIG trouble!! :RollieEyes:
No worries neakie-poo you just send me your dads contact info and I'll let him know ALL about it, and how rewarding it will be, how your mum would LOVE to be taken to it,
especially cause neakie-poo is running it
and by the time YOUR mum gets to put her hands around me throat I'll be in Eire or France or Spain or Geneva or somewhere like that.
Not very. In our new house, I want it greenified as much as I can.
Did you know that you can apply for gov. grants to greenify your home?
The Wookie and I are looking into it.
We also learned when we did our taxes this year that any greenification you do can be tax deductable.
We're also looking into a compressed air powered car that should be released in the US next year. It'll go 1000 miles on 1 tank of compressed air, and they have a 6 seater model.
This Friday I'm buying the plans for our solar panels and wind turbine.
For SOME reason the family is looking very sceptical at us two girls, can't please SOME people that's for sure.
Siobhan my 'whatever number' cousin emailed me today and told us to bring our back packs so we can go touring together. The pubs are lined up. For accommodation of course. She's a dancer, said she will teach me to dance Irish reels. I can reel alright by myself after a few bevies, ask Nana!!!!!
She said we can sing this as we go along from place to place:-
Kiss me, I'm Irish I am the wild rover My eyes they are smiling And I'm seldom sober I like my whiskey And I love to dance So if youre feeling as lucky as me, take a chance And kiss me I'm Irish
My heart beats a jig And me blood, it flows green I've been a rogue and a rambler From ocean to sea And I like a Bevy Now and then this I'll never deny But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a 'y' I'm no saint I'm no sinner Of that theres no doubt I'll tell you the truth I am the one that your grandmother warned you about
Kiss me, I'm Irish I am the wild rover My eyes they are smiling And I'm seldom sober I like my whiskey And I love to dance So if youre feeling as lucky as me, take a chance And kiss me I'm Irish
HEY!!!! Whats me Da doing there????????? He was supposed to be reformin'!!! By the by I think he may go back to work Monday week
Napa Valley, isn't that where the wineries are? Or is that oranges and fruit as well???? I bet it was nice though and very green. GREEN, we have a sort of brown/green in winter but mainly brown and red and the like. Mostly as I now think about is all freaking Army green!!! As for the dog well as long as darlin' Devon and the gang wore themselves out too I'm sure it was worth it, to Neak and the other grown ups!!!!
Took part in another concert for raising funds for the Bushfire victims, makes you appreciate that all your own worries and concerns need to be considered in relation to a bigger picture. There a some very tragic stories. It doesn't make your own issues or troubles go away but it helps to understand they could be a whole lot worse.
Now its back to cleaning and washing after last night. Didn't finish up until 5.20am. Ate too many burgers and chips, I'm sure I'm getting fatter eating that stuff. :crosseyedcrazy:
Dearest AWD, I hope you have a lovely time.
I'm green with envy (I wore my green t that says "Think Green" and has a 4 leaf clover on it just for you)....and MY Irish eyes are smiling for you.
(my poor kids...we've set them up to be alkies...but they won't know which to order - whiskey or tequila)
Kewl! I so need solar panels and turbines. I even just love the word 'turbines'. Turrrrrrrrrrrrbeeeeeeeeeeeenz!
(I'm ok. Really.)
Now onto a help request before my poor little brain fries from too much QUIET!!!
I'm still working on Part 3 of my seminar PowerPoint, and have been looking for some powerful short to medium length quotes from BS's or FWS's that show why adultery is a horrible thing to be avoided at all costs.
I've already got a couple AWESOME quotes, but they have only made me greedy, lol. I still have room for several quotes from BW's or BH's, and would love to have a couple FWS quotes to put in there, too.
I was hoping to hit AJ up for a nice (anonymous of course - you remember "Joe", rofl) statement after the kiddies went to bed, but those stinkums outlasted him by quite a bit. I'm about ready to write it myself and show it to him for his approval afterwards.
No real names or user names would be used, if anyone was worried. I'm just interested in showing the feelings, and the extent of the devastation.
Thank you in advance for your kind assistance. I promise to put the presentations online if there's any way to do so.
We had a yummy supper - a huge pot of lentil soup, with salad and garlic bread. Now that it's bedtime, I'm starving. I'm trying to think what we have for dessert that doesn't require cooking, but so far not so good. Mint pudding...gone. Ice cream...gone. Chocolate dipped coconut granola bars...gone. Andes mints...gone. Licorice jelly beans...gone.
I could eat some chocolate chips if I get too desperate. I'd have chocolate chips with walnuts, but the walnuts would have to be shelled, and that's too much effort for someone who feels as lazy as I do right now.
Oh, I do at least have hot chocolate mix with marshmallows. Can't get much easier than that, and since it's a liquid maybe my tummy will be happier than if I pour a bunch of rich stuff in so very, very late.
Hot choccy it is. Thanks for helping me decide!
Neak < - - - signing off while one or two brain (not "brine", as I just typed) cells are still above comatose
Packing DD's cases for the trip because if I didn't get some outfits in there now she'll forget in the excitement. And unlike the concerts here I can't run over there at the last minute with an outfit or two. She has a bra for about every outfit ... now if she had panties for all of them it would relieve her mother greatly ... however not ALL outfits for the stage are meant to have panties :RollieEyes: ..apparently that's the consensus from the girls. :MrEEk: I like to know when this benign dictatorship turned into a democracy?????
I think I must be getting old and paranoid :crosseyedcrazy:
outfits??? a piece of cloth about 8 inches long ... well it looks like its 8 inches .... wait until I tell her hubby. No I'll show her Nan instead!!
I showed Aussie some and he said " Won't she need bigger scarves than those hon?" I didn't think it was wise to advise him of the apparels real identity. He's only just got over the pole dancing thing.
Bugger it .....I AM getting her Nana that plane ticket!!!!!! Start packing Mum!!!!
Just visiting my DD & SIL because guess who's wedding anniversary it is today?
Now I will give my own grumpy - sorry tl but your nick name for yours is just so appropriate for mine - marks for trying to remind our wandering wild man of the day, he rang him a bit earlier today "So son what are you planning to do today?" - reply - "I was gonna go fishin' but its the wife's anniversary" (oh yeah - they forgot, again, until Dr Liz said happy anniversary this morning) :RollieEyes:
Oh nails are easy tl... no problem at all.. I always use a Ball Pein (don't blame me its what they are called) Hammer, Hickory Handle, 24 oz Head (still haven't changed to metric yet) ... one whack of that and the nail goes back in right as rain!!!!!!!
Of course if you are not used to wielding heavy hammers your hand... wrist... and arm may feel very sore ,,, but you know what they say .... no gain without pain !!! and those nails will have been really whacked
Thanks for the happy anniversary wishes .... I can't believe we forgot it again!! Either we are blissfully happy or totally dysfunctional :crosseyedcrazy: ... maybe both
However we made up for it with a roast lamb dinner .... and I forgot to cook only one leg so we have extras... lots of extras ... if you are hungry .... anyone ?? :RollieEyes: potatoes .. roast potatoes coming out of every nook and cranny ...
The girls took off to do girlie things at the girlie table at the Sunday session at the local bar. Jim is the designated driver or the skipper in charge. So it will be all ok just dancing and music. hah ... wanna bet
Meanwhile the two 'honeymooners' slipped 'neked' into the spa and the rest is far too much information for you young people to hear
I was sound asleep for 3 hours (out of the spa I thought I'd make that clear)when the dogs barking woke me to the sound of the return of the merry meddlers (well they meddled with my sleep) providing a sterling rendition of 'Dancing in the Dark' as they did a train dance through the front door because they couldn't find the front gate to get in the back way as normal. Jim had told them to wait until he parked the car in the drive way but ONE particular trouble maker screamed out .. across the neighbourhood ... at 4.00am ... We don't wait for no stinkin car parking lets go -This guns for hire even if were just dancing in the dark
I wonder if Bruce Springsteen would accept a mothers apology.
I wonder if the neighbourhood will blame someone else
"Offending parts removed at a reasonable cost - well reasonable to the Dr" :MrEEk:
just advertising for Dr Liz so she can pay for the alcohol in her Pub Crawl across Ireland... oh sorry sorry ..... I mean her cultural heritage tour in the folk history precincts of each town.. inn ... bus stop ... in Ireland.
You know, having your parts 'wear out' is taxing.....annoying....no fun.... Really, 2+ weeks of this is enough. Once a month for a week was ok....really. It was fine. The more estrogen you have, the better your body can oxygenate your blood, the better it can assimilate calcium, and the stronger your bones can remain.
That 6 week period last summer was no fun. Not having a period for 6 months WAS fun. Now, at 2.5 weeks, I'm getting tired of this. Could I just wave a magic wand and get those hormones back where I want them. I don't want to take medication to keep things 'flowing' like normal.
that's alright for AJ ... just wait until HIS daughter is 17/18 ... no just wait until she is 16 and there are boys around ... then I'll ask him to again!!!!!!
Rella falling apart is natural .... that's what all the medical experts tell me .... usually male doctors :RollieEyes:
I think I may have to go hurt someone if this happens again....I have better things to do than deal with the potential for anemia for months at a time!
BTW, I think you might need to get that little lady of yours a chastity belt...then go along to take care of the key! She does remember that she's married, doesn't she? Maybe you should, in addition to taking the key with you, carry a life-size picture of her hubby with you when you escort her into each and every pub, bar, tavern, taverna, club, restaurant, or anywhere else she goes.
BTW, I think you might need to get that little lady of yours a chastity belt...then go along to take care of the key!
I don't think its a real risk as such... not deliberate ... BUT its the environment of the music world you need to be careful of at times.. the drugs and people slipping stuff into drinks etc.. by the way I LOVE your suggestion !!!!!!
I wonder who makes them?????
And I put a LOT of hubby photos in the suit case already
See I TOLD you all here is the aisle that Kangaroos are dangerous
Last night, I had trouble sleeping...don't know why. Just did.
This morning, the first thing I heard on NPR was about the shooting at the high school in southwest Germany.
My daughter was in Germany for 3 weeks last summer and we hosted a German student for 3 weeks last fall.
All I could think of was....."Where is that in relationship to J"
So, I rushed to the den and booted up the computer. Went to CNN and their map didn't help much....I knew the name of the town J lives in but couldn't place it on the map......Fortunately, she wasn't in the town where the shooting took place but she was in that general area.....Maybe 50-75 miles away.
Still a little weirded out over the coincidence and the sadness of what happened.
Now, at 2.5 weeks, I'm getting tired of this. Could I just wave a magic wand and get those hormones back where I want them. I don't want to take medication to keep things 'flowing' like normal.
It's easy ... really it is. You need one month pack of birth control pills. Levora or Levlen will work just fine. You get 21 pills. You take 3 a day for 1 week (skip the dummy pills)
What you've got is DUB (dysfunctional uterine bleeding) otherwise known as anovulatory bleeding
Very common right before menopause. Your uterus gets ready for an egg to ovulate - no egg ovulates , so your uterus lining continually weeps blood until it gets a hormone signal which tells the lining when to stop thickening. (may take months before you ovulate again, and you will be weak and anemic in the meantime) ... if you send the signal via the birth control pills , this is what happens ... the lining of the uterus denudes and gets really really thin, and you won't bleed any more (for awhile, usually months)
If you do take the birth control pills for a week and you do not stop bleeding - you need a biopsy
Hey, Pep! Thanks....I'm just not a happy camper about this....Maybe I should do something like that....I'm just not happy about this. My brain is still 25 but my body isn't. How did all this happen to me?
I'm not saying I'd like a kangaroo in my bedroom--beyond the little plush toy mama and baby that sit on my computer desk, between the toy baby barn owl and the toy kingfisher, and right below the toy baby platypus--since I'm not all that big on actual wildlife in the bedroom...but the visual image a man with a kangaroo in a headlock was interesting to say the least, and I would've really enjoyed seeing that! It appears nobody at the scene had time to take any pictures, though...
Well DD's Irish Pub Tour starts off with a roar tomorrow. Fly's out for the Emerald Isle early afternoon.
Interesting comments from DD today.
'Maybe I'm running away.... just for a little while. Taking a break out into the real world for a few days? I can't STAND to hear one more phone ring or someone ring the front door'
I promise and cross my heart that I did not smirk and say I told you so. But I wanted too!! :RollieEyes:
Of course there are a whole LOT of issues tied into the .. for lack of a better word ... manic behaviour ... but some self realisation won't hurt one little bit.
Mums opinion is slightly more earthy and the x rated word censors would zap it.
She also had a far more ... short term .. cost effective solution. Her hubby should give her a good kick in da' butt and get her droppin' tin lids. Oh Mum that is so not PC
I mean it wouldn't stop the worry but it would stop the drinking and late nights and partying. I'm pretty sure she will be a over protective mum ... though I have no idea where she would get that from
So lets wait and see the outcome of the visit to the Irish mafia.. mum and I have already talked to a bunch of great Aunts and cousins. You know ... they are kinda scary those women. ( and my God they sound so like mum!! )
I am excited for you that the M seminar went well despite a few teething pains. But then you expect those. I bet you get it up and running smooth as silk.
You know it could become a travelling M seminar going from one church to another and back as required. I think it would be fantastic.
And sadly there would be a whole lot of new examples to demonstrate the problem and issues just from MB alone.
Aussie wants to know.... I mean surely you expected some comment or question from him ... does that mean you are now like 'Counsellor Troy" on Star Trek and does AJ approve of the uniform????????? MEN :RollieEyes:
You mean you actually use dishes? I would but then I would waste that carton of plastic disposable plates. And they go so well with the plastic cups and cutlery
and Mikey can't break them. Neither can Aussie. :twobyfour:
Well, she, in all seriousness and with utmost delicacy, mentioned "bedroom activities." Which quite naturally brought to mind sinks, counter tops, the photo studio, some fortunately-anonymous-to-me place in MY house :MrEEk::MrEEk::MrEEk::MrEEk:, etc. Fortunately, she didn't think of the same thing at that moment, because if we'd made eye contact, we'd have produced more snorts than a stable full of horses with lung disease, and I doubt that would've added anything significant to the dignity of her presentation! I have a bad memory, really. There's just no sense whatsoever to the things I DO remember...
yes well.... I thought I would just divert my mind away from THAT sink memory ... very good handball on my part I thought lol
I don't know tl... more snorts than a stable full of horses with lung disease... could've REALLY started a run on the seminar from the congregation
Do you think most people attending actually 'got it'? No fogged out aliens? :crosseyedcrazy:
Its strange but these days I can see fogged individuals in my work place so clearly. I know of 2 in my own team of 15 people. Tried to engage them but 'they are different' and I 'don't understand their unique situation' I don't even know who they are cheating with but their behaviour its like chalk and cheese from what they used to be. :RollieEyes:
It really is true that all WS seem to quote from the same book. I know I did.
One person, (divorced...for some odd reason) didn't get it.
He asked AGAIN (after last night) about exceptions to not being alone with the opposite sex, and the need for keeping secrets from your spouse. Having asked about it the night before, he brought it up again, no less than THREE DIFFERENT WAYS trying to weasel (oops, DJ) around and find the "exception that proves the rule", rofl. What about people with Top Secret Clearance? Well, they need to keep secret what they're supposed to keep secret, but that doesn't reflect the lives of most of us. What about pastors? They shouldn't counsel members of the opposite sex alone behind closed doors...ever. And if they are keeping work secrets that affect their marriage, their lines of professionalism are blurred anyway. What about counselors? Still a bad idea. Doctors? Lawyers? SURELY THERE IS AN EXCEPTION SOMEWHERE!!!! Well, there are people who do it, and don't have affairs, but the risk is so high I don't think it's worth it. It should be avoided. But what about....???? ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Yes BUT ...... I'm different .... you don't understand .....we are just fiends ... sorry I mean friends!!!
Can't you just hear the gears in that mind working ....
I just don't understand why she divorced me??? My ex wife has such a lack of understanding and compassion not to see I was just helping that other woman in her marriage problems ... every night for 12 months .... :crosseyedcrazy:
and probably thinks it's true. :RollieEyes:
I thank God every day for finding MB from out of the blue!! and if I hadn't forgotten to click 'Australian sites only' I never would have!!!!! :MrEEk:
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,but how to dance in the rain.'
"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb deciding what to have for dinner. Liberty is a well-armed lamb." ~ Benjamin Franklin
Benjamin Franklin was a disgustingly-randy old goat with some very, ahem, modern ideas. But he did have a knack for turning a phrase. I wasn't so fond of "All cats are gray in the dark," in his ode to the benefits--to the young man--of sex with older women. But I did like this one.
Now watch Neak look it up on snopes and find out he never said it! I hate that girl--she and snopes are a VERY annoying combination... And then there's Neaksis, using her dissecting skills picked up in therapy sessions with the kids to analyze ME!
However, to be fair, I will point out that I do not automatically assume that myth debunking is true just because I read it online. (Though Snopes is pretty good, and VERY helpful.)
You know there are some Aussie love songs ... like the one Aussie had played for me on the radio today :MrEEk: ... that really really can only be heard and the video watched to truly appreciate it :RollieEyes:
after the radio station gives EVERYONE the you tube addy.
And no, I don't think it sounds better if Ben Franklin said it! He was a loathsome little TOAD. Inventive and clever, true--probably even a genius. But such a perverse mind. I first met this aspect of him when a young inmate that our family was writing to, under the auspices of a Christian organization, threw the phrase "all cats are gray in the dark" line at me, in the process of trying to strike up a, ahem, relationship with me. I wasn't particularly flattered, for some reason. And I was pretty shocked to find out the source of his "come-on" phrase, too!:MrEEk: Ben was a naughty boy, even when he was an old man...you can look it up on snopes.
a young inmate that our family was writing to, under the auspices of a Christian organization, threw the phrase "all cats are gray in the dark" line at me, in the process of trying to strike up a, ahem, relationship with me. I wasn't particularly flattered, for some reason
well he was just lucky to be locked up so that you didn't give him marks for being able to quote that one .......... you know..... with a steel star picket???
My internet was down from Tuesday night to Friday late morning. At least some of that seems to have coincided with the upgrade, so I may have had it easier than some.
And at last I have my unread emails down under 300, lol.
Well I needed to watch something really mindless and stupid so I turned on the Simpsons tonight... and one of the shows was about the infamous Spring Break .. Homer said "Spring Break Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii doh!!"
Is it nearly over? or just begun?
As we don't have that here ... I guess it's a parents delight then? We have "Schoolies week' in December after all the exams are over... the Police here react the same way as Homer.... well so do parents... shop owners... tourist operators ... etc etc
I don't think I've ever been so glad to come to work.
A week in the car with my kids would do that to anyone...and I think I found a new "sparkly" hair. I know just which kid to attribute it to, and it's a good thing God made him cute or he'd be toast by now.
AJ just called to tell me about the local free blood pressure screening: after you got your BP taken you could take advantage of their free lunch of pork chops, mashed potatoes, and gravy.
The Heart Foundation here calls it the 'other white meat' ...chicken being the other .... however no skin on either which is the best part if you are a carnivore like our crew lol
I wonder if the local hospitals would do that here ?
Is AJ ok and getting all ready?? especially now that SOMEONE else did all the packing ? I hated packing and unpacking. Not moving ever again ... until we have too.
I just got the copy of the bill from Aussies hospital stay ,,,, which we don't have to pay but that Aussie has to endorse as having received the service ... in one word ..
EEk ...... for the tax payer... which includes us of course
AJ is doing ok-ish. Last week he finally succeeded in getting his furnace fixed, though not without a sizable bill from having to call someone in. This week he finally finally finally succeeded in getting his water fixed, and took his first in-home shower last night.
He's back to taking the rest of last year's grain to the whatchamacallit, and back on his inhaler again, too. >:( He had me send off his resume to a tractor place in Williston that was advertising for a managerial position, and I hope he gets it!
This is my second full day with no children. I don't count it when they keep showing up, lol. Yesterday Dad brought them over with a load of wood and took back a load of trash from the garage. Then, about 8:00 pm I get a call from Mr. C. "We've got some bread and rolls in the oven, and when they get done, we're going to bring some over to you."
That was soooo sweet, and the rolls were yummy, too!
Oh, and after Mom's complaining about the tires and camp stove, I saw last night that the concentration camp was under a winter storm warning for last night, and that there was a chance of snow most of the way across Nevada for their trip home today. So the tires were a very sensible precaution. And I will laugh SO HARD if she has to use the camp stove for something, too!
Aussie is way too ok if you ask me. However one reprieve is that he has to go to Murdock Uni to see a chest specialist just to ensure there are no lasting issues that will inconvenience the Army in the next year or 10. "Sarky of curse" ..lol well laugh or cry got to choose one. However all xray and scans are perfect ... sadly KWIM . just one idea... :twobyfour: So June is looking too close for me.
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This week he finally finally finally succeeded in getting his water fixed
I immediately thought I didn't know that, is AJ ok now!!! lol however the shower explained it all to me.
I have been very involved in Mikey's swimming lessons younger the better over here with all the beach life around. Its been very warm thankfully and Mikey is having an absolute ball even if I have panic fits when he takes a breath and sinks to the bottom and pushes off up to into the open again.. see mummy mummy mummy see see ... yes mummy sees alright .... all the time acting 'cool' and the experienced mum but if he can float he can get to the shallows.... not that I would leave him alone near water anyway.
I love my cast iron camp stoves.. I use them in the kitchen ... I love making damper bread in them a well. Sadly the microwave is far too easy and quick at times.
I do hope AJ can get that job it would just be the icing on the cake. Big prayer for that.
Your mum ... concentration camp .. lol so funny .. another laugh or cry isn't it. I do hope that the inmate is doing really well... and that you can enjoy the childless moments even if you do miss them underfoot.... come on .. you really do .. I know you do...
wayfaring songbird or songbirds should I say... yes ... well... not sure you could sum up the twosome in one word .... but embarrassed .... sorry for themselves.... and others would be the description for about 2 days. well self earned though. I heard Siobhan thought she was dying and asked for last rites
Some lessons we learn the hard way. No one can tell you. Just lucky there was family around to help you up.
However right now they are on the road travelling west in County Kerry and stopping in a place called Baile an Sceilg. It has a long established family run equestrian centre which takes people on beach runs and treks so they are going to do that. About the only place I can remember that has really lovely sandy beaches. well sort of.
then it's off to I quote " Mum this amazing place called Cill Rialaig artists retreat in the small Gaeltacht village of Dun Geagan." I don't know what's 'amazing' about it but I am sure I shall be informed eventually.
After that they want to go to Dingle on Dingle Bay which is still in County Kerry. I think the itinerary is still to go up the west coast to Donegal seeing family along the way... as well as pubs
They have not been too talkative perhaps because Siobhan's mum got the three of them just so good. Love that woman.... lol Shot from hip and right between the eyes on every shot.
More as the bloggers report in.
I want to know what your Mum actually cooks in the camp oven... MRE's .... cans of soup .... ???????
Oh took my 'adopted sons' on Tuesday morning .. three of them... down to the boat to go to Kingston barracks on Rottnest Island. They are going to look after some kids on school camp for a week and decided to help out while they are on leave. Of course that the teachers going are single and a 'bit alright' MAY have had something to do with it however I will give the boys the benefit of my doubt. Sometimes they act like reprobates the three of them... so I just have to slap them back into line.
Oh, and after Mom's complaining about the tires and camp stove, I saw last night that the concentration camp was under a winter storm warning for last night, and that there was a chance of snow most of the way across Nevada for their trip home today. So the tires were a very sensible precaution. And I will laugh SO HARD if she has to use the camp stove for something, too!
Har-de-har-de-har! I'll have you know that those almost-snow tires actually touched snow--briefly--as we flew down the highway at the maximum allowable speed. There was never a single second of the trip where regular tires would not have been MORE than sufficient. And I absolutely guarantee you that at NO time was there ever the slightest chance of my using either the shovel or the camp stove!! I didn't even know we had the shovel along until well into the trip when its incessant rattling on the back window made me look to see what that extremely annoying racket was coming from...:crosseyedcrazy:
You can jolly well save your laughter for another day. So there.
Apparently the "maximum edit time" is now less than 1-1/2 minutes!:RollieEyes: So I couldn't add, quietly, that it was on TWO SEPARATE OCCASIONS that the tires touched snow...both in Idaho, both lasting less than 15 minutes. Ooooooooooooooooooooh!
Unless Neaksis wants to come along and contradict me; however, she wants my help next week so perhaps her need will temper her enthusiasm. I guess we'll find out.
Well, it appears that the "maximum edit time" is less than 10 seconds, and when you click "preview" you go directly to posting. How come every time we have an "upgrade" things deteriorate? And why have alleged emoticons if you're only going to have a written description of the emoticon you expected to get?
Hi SIHW! You'll like it here. This is a multipurpose thread - it is whatever you want or need it to be.
So I was taking a walk with the kids earlier, and the Dervish and I stared at a bunch of cows staring at us. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" said the Dervish. "Momma, do you think I just assaulted the cows?"
"No. I'm pretty sure you didn't."
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Now did I assault the cows?"
It's going to be a SAD day for this family, humor-wise, when those kids start using words correctly! Welcome, SIWH (or, if those aren't the right letters, Woman of Several Initials). This is a fun place to hang out, most of the time, although serious topics to occasionally bubble to the surface. The posters are mostly, but not entirely, women, and we owe our unique thread title to the illustrious Pepperband, in response to a joke I made to Neak some years back. I'm just glad that that the joke wasn't about condoms! I'm not sure I'd be to comfortable posting in the Prophylactic Palace, for example
Several? I only counted 4. Lol But they stand for Surviving in his wake.....the old timers know it from when we were able to have long names.....way back when.
Sorry I would have posted but the antibiotic they put me on was giving me insomnia and a headache last night. Anyone here ever taken levaquin?
Sigh....this month's period is now 4 weeks long....starting another round of that medication to try to get it to go away. Can't complain too much, it's the first one I've had since summer when I had one that lasted 6 weeks. This is not fun. Dr has recommended I go see someone who can take a peak in the old uterus and find out what's up.
Just signed into MySpace to make a friend request to Neak's kids because they apparently couldn't find me by themselves. Here are Mr. C's personal stats from his home page. I've highlighted my personal favorites...
Interests
* General sci * Music nickle back, alien Jackson, * Movies transformers * Television N/A * Books the incredible journey * Heroes mom&dad
Details
* Status: Single * Here for: Networking, Friends * Hometown: s * Orientation: Straight * Body type: 4' 7" / Athletic * Ethnicity: Native American * Religion: Other * Zodiac Sign: Aries * Children: Someday * Occupation: kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * Income: Less than $30,00
Let's just say that "athletic" is the NEW skinny, scrawny!
The "athletic" Alien Jackson lover has finally gone to sleep. If I'd been that rude and noncompliant all day, I'd be tired, too!
SIHW Hi! I recognize your name now, even if I don't remember anything else, lol.
{{{{{Kimmy}}}}}} for the whole VD mess. YUCK!
And Rella, I have a great OB/GYN I can loan you. I'm going to talk with her Tuesday for what will be (hopefully) the last obstacle before the surgery. She can help anyone feel hygienic...
wow all I have to say is insomnia sucks....I can't wait to be off these antibiotics.....and because it weakens your tendons...my foot that was all but healed...is now starting to act up.
I am trying my hardest not to over stress it because if it tears again I don't want to be down for another 4 months.
Me. You never fail to amuse me. I have no idea if you always amuse everyone else. Probably not, life being what it is.
tl
P.S. SIHW, being edited always ticks me off, too, but it's hard to argue effectively with people who have the power, with the click of a mouse, to delete you!
We need Aussie to make a post. He brings, to the Aisle, an infusion of testosterone so intense that 20-year old women have been known to have their estrogen so completely overpowered that they enter menopause on the spot! Say, Neak, do you think that might work for you instead of the surgical procedure you are shortly to undergo?
If you recall, I've been here before. But that is only because I got lost looking for the microwave popcorn. I can't remember who told me it was on aisle 7 but thanks. Got it.
If you recall, I've been here before. But that is only because I got lost looking for the microwave popcorn. I can't remember who told me it was on aisle 7 but thanks. Got it.
And you were wearing a long blonde wig a trench coat and high heels that time because?
Actually, I do--I didn't spend my entire 61 years in solitary splendor on a desert island--and have a husband who for a very long time fancied himself (close your eyes here, my darling daughters) not only a Living Bra but a Living Girdle :MrEEk:; however, after the condom comment I decided not to try and immediately run another risque remark past the mods. Obviously, you do not share my qualms. Yeah!
And your reincarnation hope certainly displays more class than the one expressed, some years back, by Prince Charles. I don't care HOW blue his blood is; that was tacky!
I can't imagine myself being reincarnated as a girdle...thong maybe...or not...Okay I'll stick with bra.
Do they still make girdles? I haven't seen one of those in 40 years. Not since Grandma's exploded after Thanksgiving dinner and killed cousin Eddie Lou Bob. He took a stay right through the heart.
Yes girldles still exist.....but they are a rare species now a days....with patience and a few trips to formal events (and a lot of drinks) I am sure they will be spotted again.
Surprisingly....corsets are really making the comeback. Go to any club and your sure to see some drunk chick hanging out of one.
Ahh the girdle stuffing people into uncomfortable clothes for way over a hundred years.
I really need to think before I watch movies that will set me off....So far to date I can't watch Marley and Me or BOLT without bawling my head off....BOLT a disney movie....I feel like a sappy wuss....Now you ask why.....Some of you might remember the dog I had to put down in december....His Name was Kamotz...and he was in a way JUST like marley...but we loved him.....all he ever wanted was to be loved...No matter what he chewed, broke, or demolished....we still loved that goofy luvable nut.....I miss him so much...and Those 2 movies just are a trigger for me....The part that sets me off in bolt is when the little girl holds his head in her hands...kisses his nose and tells him..."your my good boy." Thats what I used to do with my kamotzie.....*sigh*
Sorry having a weepy girly sad moment...all natural...with NO hormones added.
SIHW I have to say a big welcome to the aisle I have been out for a few days or so due to some ongoing slightly RL stressful things. You know how those are. So big welcome
girdles are really popular with the younger set here, DD has 2 that I know of as I have seen them on the line. I'm not sure when or where they are worn but some things mothers should not know I forgot she has 3 for work as well but they are for back support when in the ED. Not very attractive
Nothing wrong with loving and missing a pet especially a dog. When the kids dog died some years ago I cried like a baby. He had such a silly grin on his face most times you just could never get angry at him. When we got a new pup a few months later we went for the silliest looking one.
My doggy ate about 3 'feminine hygiene products' this morning. They will bounce during the day. Tampons are not digestible. She is shut in the bathroom for the day. Didn't want her giving them back all over the den or in her crate - ICK!
Well, I am leaving GP home from church. I fell asleep on the couch quite early with children playing with my hair and rubbing lotion on my legs, so until 0130 when I awoke to go to bed, I had no idea that GP was still sitting up next to me...reading Uncle Arthur!
I was planning to go to church close by anyway, so that was fine, but I'm meeting a nice lady to sing afterwards.
So to punish GP, and make sure he doesn't starve to death, I left him a nice big plate of biscuits and gravy. I could rub it in by putting a note, "You could have been having potluck," but that wouldn't be nice, so I won't.
Well, I am leaving GP home from church. I fell asleep on the couch quite early with children playing with my hair and rubbing lotion on my legs, so until 0130 when I awoke to go to bed, I had no idea that GP was still sitting up next to me...reading Uncle Arthur!
I was planning to go to church close by anyway, so that was fine, but I'm meeting a nice lady to sing afterwards.
So to punish GP, and make sure he doesn't starve to death, I left him a nice big plate of biscuits and gravy. I could rub it in by putting a note, "You could have been having potluck," but that wouldn't be nice, so I won't.
At least he was reading something uplifting.
I don't know if I dare read back on this thread, or if I should just let things be.
My dog's antics might gross you out but they are survivable....after all, she survived.
I don't wish bad for any dog, except maybe the one that used to chase me and nip at my leg when I was a paper boy. Glad yours is OK.
How goes the employment search?
I applied to Wal-Mart as a greeter, but am waiting to hear back from them. They said they would call.........
BTW, we had another estrogen-challenged visitor. Too bad you missed him but he might, maybe, be back.
I am NOT estrogen challenged. After all, I live with my W and two daughters. Daughters turn 16 in May. I get plenty of the overflow. However, It hasn't hasn't hasn't It hasn't affected me at all.
Actually, I am starting a new job now. I will work for a company in CA as a buyer and consultant. I get to work from my home, so I don't have to move. We'll see how it goes. It will be nice to be getting a pay check again.
Sold about 1/3 of the building our store used to be in, but we owe the bank more than we are getting, so all the proceeds will go to the bank. At least it reduces our debt.
How are you doing? And daughter, and son? Your mother?
Life is good, or just so so? How about work? And the diplomat?
Get your mail box fixed? The new used car doing fine?
You should just come by for dinner, and catch the W and I up on every thing. About 6 tomorrow night.
Excuse me but can you help? Gemela put on the shopping list "Always con alas" but I can't decide whether to get "Ultra" or "Maxi". Why is this so complicated? Is Ultra more ultra than Maxi or is maxi as maximum as you can get? Why do they have to use such similar adjectives? I need something easy like small, medium and large - you know - like getting a Coke at McDonalds.
Okay...wait...I just saw the Always Infinity. I'll just get that. You CAN'T get any more than "infinity". I remember THAT much from math class anyway.
Can you tell me what aisle the Raisinettes are on?
Warm and sunny throughout the day with darkness prevailing through most of the night is the weather forecast for today...and tomorrow...and the day after tomorrow...and the day after that...
And here is a note from The Dervish's Log, stardate 1:
Hi Mom and Auntie--I wish you could come and see this because I like it up at Patch and I'm going to Yellowstone. I'm going to give Dad the CDs from John because they don't allow CDs here at Patch. I got to go to Round Table cuz it was lunch time. I got to play racing when I put 2 quarters in. I have had a problem today. I kept on tooting in the car. And every time I did it got very cold and windy in the car and I didn't like it but I kept on tooting anyway. Noah (the kids' pet name for Mom, if that hasn't come up yet...this is Neak, and future paragraphs are from Mom) got stocked up on bullets at supper by eating 1/2 of my burrito. With onions. Tomorrow she is going to FIRE IN THE CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got to meet new people at Patch (not so many as he would have liked--I kept spoiling his socializing for him! ). I got to go to ROME where I got to pet a kitty and eat an ice cream candy bar. That cat had a LOT of hair and some fearsome hair balls. (It's leaking repeatedly and It thinks It's funny. ) I got to throw snow balls at [Neaksis' oldest] at Patch. We saw the river. It has killed lots of people, [Neaksis' oldest] says. Noah and I went for a walk to look at redwinged blackbirds. (That's what HE thinks. We went for a walk to work out some fidgets.) I nearly got chased by some geese. I saw a muskrat swimming in the water. I got to go butt skiing (on his buttski). There wasn't very much snow but I still enjoyed big piles (odd--most people get Preparation H for that ). I wore a short sleeve shirt, shorts, and gloves to play in the snow, and I went smack right into the snow.
Bye. I will stock up some gasses tonight (don't believe him--he lets it all loose the minute he has it made!) Love,
I'm back and Barely concious.....I literally HATE those damn antibiotics....doc was right they weaken tendons....I feel like my body has been through the gauntlet....getting out of the feather bed in the hotel this morning was torturous.....but I didn't mind the hot tub the night before.
We entered another cat show over the weekend...a 2 day show this time with 8 rings spread over those 2 days. My kitty did well. took best cat in 4 rings 2nd best in 3 and 3rd best in 1 ring...over all she came in at the best all breed House Hold pet.
New Toyger kitten came with us but just as an exhibition cat....since it was her first show I wanted her to get the sights sounds and smells down...she did good I had 2 judges handle her they both agree she will do well.
Other than that I am heading either to the couch or bed anywhere that has a TV and I can put my feet up. Nighty night all.
Poor SIHW - sounds like you deserve another hot tub.
Kimmy, lol, it's terrifying to think there might be more than one of them.
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Dervish's Log, stardate 2 Right now I am eating a cracker with cheese that I squirted out of the bottle. (He wanted to say that he pushed the cheese out, but...) I'm in Montana in the middle of nowhere (that would be Bozeman, actually ). Today I got to sit a lot and go to the Army surplus store/ I saw lots of magnets that were very strong, and something that you stick some pellets in and light them on fire and then stick a pot on it for food. We bought lots of hash browns and pads someone (NOT Noah, I hasten to add!) to sleep on.I saw a Japanese machine gun, an arctic snow cat, and an old-fashioned American bulldozer.
At lunchtime I got to play on the playground at McDonald's. A bunch of little girls were there, one little boy. One of the girl's pants were falling down on the slide, and I could see her butt. SICK-O!! There was a bunch of little girls crammed together pushing me up the slide. I dove into some snow. We stopped where Tiggy and Damon drank water from a pipe coming out of the stream but it was covered with snow higher than the car so we didn't see it. I threw snowballs in the stream in Yellowstone and the snowballs floated. Now Grandpa and I are going to eat supper. (Noah is staying in the motel and talking to NOBODY!!) Love,
Dervish
Last night I learned a lot about the difference between paragraphs (which was a typo in the other post), and parentheses, AND parentheticals. Very enlightening, in spite of the smugginess of Mom for catching me in yet another typo.
{{{{{{{{Rella}}}}}}}}}}}} That Mother Nature can be so irritating at times!
From yesterday:
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Hi Everybutty (I'm spelling phonetically, you understand, and for some reason he thinks saying "t" for "d" adds emphasis and suavity!)--We were in a motel this morning, which was very crammed to me because I had to sleep by the wall and I knocked my head very hard (no sense of ANY kind was knocked into his head by this blow, however! ). We didn't leave the motel right away because Grandpa didn't feel good and we took turns rubbing his belly. Then we went to the conference office and met the president. His father knew my Grandpa, and Grandpa knew the president when he was a little boy. And Grandpa nearly threw up. We went to the book store and I got some books. Sally the Runaway Monkey is a book that is very funny and my mama and uncles and auntie read it when they were very, very small. So did Noah.
At the motel, I threw a snowball and hit Noah in the face. She tried hit me back in the face, but then she dumped snow on my head and said, "Take that." And then she made me quit playing. At the book store, I did a long shot, and hit Noah in the back. She ducked a lot, but next time she's going to be sorry. (Well, SOMEBODY is going to be sorry, but I'm not sure he's quite right about who that somebody is going to be! )
We went to Pompey's Pillar, where I visited when I was a baby.I don't remember anything about it. We climbed up steps and we got to see yellow-bellied marmots up close. He liked me more than Noah (which just goes to show how stupid marmots must be ). We saw Sackwakajea's signature (actually it wasn't Sacajawea, but it was, indeed a signature) on the rock. Other people's signatures were there too, from 2002 years ago. (Sigh--the oldest one was William Clark's, which was 203 years old. I don't know WHERE he gets his information) The ranger gave me a badge and a packet which I learned the yellow-bellied marmot. I climbed all the way to the top.
We drove and drove and drove and drove and finally we stopped and ate at Dairy Queen. Grandpa didn't eat anything because his stomach didn't feel good again. Noah and I ate onion rings and a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone and Noah's ice cream cone broke into 2 pieces while she was driving. (Don't try to say, Neakie-poo, that I'm not giving your son nourishing meals on this trip!) We drove and drove and drove and drove and drove until we finally saw Plentywood. And as soon as we got there, we turned and drove off into the dark again. Grandpa took us to North Dakota because it's right next to my house.
I helped Dad with the air mattress for Noah. I have been "playing" with Diesel. He is so happy to see me. (That must be why he keeps biting the Dervish and trying to scratch him.) I'm going to bed now. (Noah is crying with disappointment, but tomorrow will come soon. Alas...)
Also, I am having outpatient surgery tomorrow preperatory to the main event. So I'll be gone for a bit, but will be sure to post on dope for your entertainment and edification.
Does the Dervish know why Pompey's Pillar is named that?
Clarke named it after Sackajewea's son, who accompanied the exploration trip. The child was an infant literally hauled from one end of the states to another and survived!
According to historical records, he was the darling of the entire expedition.
Unfortunately, there are no records of him after they returned from the trip. Sacagawea ran away from her husband (who was the "official" guide - but everyone relied on Sackajawea b/c she could speak a few native languages). Her husband, John Babtiste Charbaneau (sp?) was a cruel man - he'd won Sacagawea in a bet.
I love the history of the Lewis and Clark Expedition.
Also, I am having outpatient surgery tomorrow preperatory to the main event. So I'll be gone for a bit, but will be sure to post on dope for your entertainment and edification.
Oh I would enjoy that immensly......not your pain...but your PUI (get it posting under the influence hehehe*snort*)......I would "highly" approve just for the entertainment value alone. Pffft.... Lolololol
Too bad Mom isn't here to take a full transcript...
Kimmy, that whole thing is so fascinating! Young Dervish has at least heard the Your Story Hour version on the radio, but since it's for kids they leave out some of the good stuff. In his case, that's probably a good thing, lol.
What? You mean it's NOT okay for them to wager using sisters as poker chips?
Darnitol.
He and Scooter, both. The Wookie wanted to get Scoot a bow and arrow set and I told him not to unless he wanted a third eyesocket in the middle of Little4's forehead. Could you just see it? "Stand right here, Little4, and balance this apple on your head..."
We were watching a special on sharp shooters the other night . This guy could hit an asprin (you know the size of an asprin) mid air.....he could ricoccet off 3 walls and still hit a bullseye...and he could split an arrow down the middle with a second arrow....
All with a bow and arrow......it's like hels a modern day robin hood. Without the whole rob from the rich to give to the poor thing.
First, the psychiatrist....ADD adults get to have those
Then, the chiropractor....people w/ achey-breaky bodies get to have those
Then the gynecologist.....they didn't find anything that looked like cancer (but I wasn't worried about that). It was interesting to see live video from the inside of my uterus. I just wanted to know why this blasted period won't quit. However, I don't remember losing my IUD and the doctor didn't find it. No answers yet. Maybe by middle of next week.
So, I got sent across the street to the hospital for abdominal x-rays.
Thats scary but a BIG HUG from over here. I am glad they found no cancer.....so i guess rads to to the radiologisy next and then you'll get a call to consult about them?
Have you seen Dude where's my car? It's an utterly random stupid movie but it's so stupid it's funny....The lines have now jokingly become an in inside joke between me and duckie....I was drinking some sugar free crystal light earlier.....when he goes... Dude, whatever you do don't Drink the Koolaid. Then juice shot out my nose and I could not stop laughing. Now it's a favorite saying.
and yes it was grape...I know just so lady like of me.
Do you know the origin of the Kool-Aid line? Ever heard of Jim Jones and his group in Guyana? You're significantly younger than me so I have a feeling you might now know.
Also Duckie prods me that I can make a full 4 course italian meal...but I always screw up the koolaid(too much water not enough sugar/sweetener)....I am not a koolaid cook.
Do you know the origin of the Kool-Aid line? Ever heard of Jim Jones and his group in Guyana? You're significantly younger than me so I have a feeling you might now know.
CNBC had a 3 hour special on the history of Jim Jones and Jonestown. It was heart rending. One of the survivors spoke on how he was seperated from his wife while they were forcing the women and children to drink the koolaid and he couldn't get to them...I cried with him...the poor, mislead guy actually thought what they were doing there was going to be so good for the world...and it would've been if absolute power hadn't corrupted absolutely...and if anyone but JJ was running things. He was a sick, sick man.
Cinders, when I used to go to the chiropractor my DD12 was only 3...she called him the "cracker backer." If the name fits...right?
So I am back and mildly under the influence. I seem to be making sense, to myself anyway, but keep typing the wrong letters and having to go back and fix typos.
Mom got some great news for us today - the Sacramento Central church has asked if we can do special music for their church service on 4/25. You can SO color me there, as long as Mom can come and play for me. I'll wait for her agreement before I make a huge announcement.
The church service is live-streamed online, and AJ and I "attended" church there many times on the road, when we were not able to reach a local church, being in the truck and all. They just don't make most churches for trucks...
So I'll let you know as soon as it's for sure.
The surgery went well. The nurse said afterwards she was amazed at how fast I went out. The next thing I remember, I was cracking jokes in recovery even before I was fully awake. I am hoping the nurses were laughing for the same reason I was laughing.
One nurse complimented my tummy, that I didn't look like I had 3 kids, *pats self on back*, and they were amazed that I was able to drink so quickly, but I really woke up fast.
Well, time to dash and get the stinky girls, but I'll be back later.
Fine. No corrections then. hey, so far so good, ifyou're not counting punctuation and grammar.
Here is the Dervish lod, stardate 3 and 4 combined. Mopm, the part about the horses is actually true, if a hair inaccurate - they were really ponies.
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Hi Mom--And Auntie. I got my shoes muddy yesterday because I wasn't paying attention and I walked through the mud while I was playing in the snow. Noah was NOT happy. The shoes had to be outside because they were all wet and the mud was sticky to my shoes. I did a good job of scraping it off. The second time. () Noah told me so. I wore socks yesterday because my shoes were dirty.
We went to the bee house. I ran down to the bee house and one of my lungs was hurting bad. It had a typewriter in it and I wanted to have a piece of paper but I didn't have one. So I just kept on pressing the letters like crazy. I threw a snowball and hit Grandpa in the back. Whoopsie! Grandpa was kinda grumpy because he was standing on some broken steps and trying to get in the house by using a piece of a stove to try and open the door. While he was doing that Noah went in the front door. I knew the front door was unlocked but I wasn't going to tell those guys. There was a stable which used to hold these horses that I met. (I'm unsure of the accuracy of this claim, but whatever...) The typewriter was pretty much all that was interesting to me, but the staircase was the hardest thing to climb.
Then we went to Redstone. We went to two houses and I went barefoot to one of them. I tried to go to sleep on the trip but Noah kept on waking me up. We went house searching and we were taking home someone who smokes and makes his own cigarettes. I think that's weird. And dumb. And I had to spray the car with air freshener two times. (Fortunately, not while the guy was in it! )
Today we went to North Dakota. I went to sleep again. We went to Williston and went into Super Wal-Mart. I tried on 5-year old slippers and they didn't even fit! On the way back, we got out of the car and went to a hill of snow. I was very wet after that because I sank into the snow, soaked my shoes and filled them with with snow. The snow went on my bare back. (You should've seen him about the time the snow got deep and the crust was thin and he went in up to his knees, yanked his leg out, fell over, and flung his shoe high in the air. Wish I had a video of that!)
We made potato salad. I cut with a knife for the boiled eggs. I cut the eggs wrong and some pieces of yolk felled down. Diesel ate them and he was happy. I cut pickles too but I ate them all. I stirred the potato salad and peeled the eggs. I called Dad to ask would he like for us to wait for him for supper, but he drove right into the driveway right when I was ringing it. Now Uncle John-John is here and I'm happy. I hope I can play basketball tonight but right now it's getting dark and my dad is talking. I love you, Mommy, and I miss you. (Apparently, Auntie not so much!)
Dervish
I am not feeling too badly at all, as long as nothing moves but my fingers. Pretty shortly here I'm going to have to go t the bathroom, but that's not so bad. I do have a few aches in my belly, but the worset right at this momsent is my throat. It did NOT take kindly to being intubated, and is letting me know. I've been cralking all afteroon like a frog, I had to add, in case anyone doesn't know what "cralking" is.
So I never did get to tell Mom what jokes I was cracking. See, when I first started to wakt up, my right leg and hip were in a lot of paiun, much mor than my abdomen. Then nurses adjusted my on my side and put a pillopw between my legs, also shooting some nice demrol into my IV. (I KNOW HOW TO SPELL ALL THIS STUFF< oK?????) They tried to explain that it was probably from being up in the stirrups. "No - I can tell. You had me doing the spolits (spolits,, I mean SPLITS SOPLITS SPOLITES ARRRRRRHHHHHHHHG) while I was asleep." It took a few moments to get me more comfortable-ish, but when one of them mentioned the stirrups again, I said, "Oh no, you don't fool me. You had me doing acrobatics in there." I laughed, they laughted, we all laughed.
Their thermometer was funny, too. They finally had to go get a new one. Before them took me in, it regiestered me twice at 95 degrees, then at 99. The new thermometer they had to go get read at 98.8 so they went with that one. Kind of like capaign promises - you only keep the ones you like, lol;.
Also, I just found one of the EKG sticjkums in my armpit, and it was not happy to still be there. And ooooh but I just hurt my poror ahem poor potbelly trying to scratch an itchy spot on my legt. Leg.
Those bad 2 oldest children are still in there making noise, but I can't yell and don't fele like getting up. That's ok, their chickens will come home to roost at 0630 tomorrow. Approximately.
I'm still hungry. *pout* But I still don't have enough spit to chew anything really good. I tried crackers forst on the way home, but they were so dry I had to pour water in my mouth to finish chewing them. Not so tasty. So I had Newakesis (oh oh oh it hurts to laugh, but I kept trying to type the right letters for poor Neaksis and they wouldn't come out!) order me some of those little tater tot thingys at Taco Bewll, figuring they had enough oil and sauces to go down easier. Which they did. Then I had a little Top Ramsn for supper, chased by 2 stickes of lcorise (pronounced liquor-ish). I was till humngry but at Pathefinders they ha d aspeicla ice cream thing for the kids and I got a root beer float. 2 seconds later I was thirsty again, but I'm a little better notw. Now.
Except for the fingers part, which wseems to be going seriously downhill.
Allrighty, well that is probably enough entertainment for one night. There is only so much laughing a sensitive professional writer such as myself can take all at once. Ah, but you wsay, we're not laughing WITH you, we're laughing AT you. And your Freudian slip would be the truch. Truth.
I can make sense of all of it Neak. It has helped having to decipher DD's Oi'land blog into English so yours was a breeze!!
I am sorry to say she speaks like that now. There is NO way I can or will take the blame for that one.
However she has read this post and had a laugh about them doing acrobatics on you in the theatre. She wants to know how you found out as its one of the few perks in the job, just ask your mum! lol
To help explain the post to her cousins she had to translate it into modern Irish speak. As an example .....you wrote .... Their thermometer was funny, too. They finally had to go get a new one. Before them took me in, it regiestered me twice at 95 degrees, then at 99. The new thermometer they had to go get read at 98.8 so they went with that one. Kind of like capaign promises - you only keep the ones you like, lol;.
DD translated this as follows..... Their thermometer wus gas, too. they finally 'ad ter go git a new wan. before dem tuk me in, it regiestered me twice at 95 degrees, den at 99. de new thermometer they 'ad ter go git read at 98.8 so they went wi' dat wan. kind av loike carpain promises - yer only keep de ones yer loike, deadly things them dare thermometers dem ar lol;.
I am not sure she was joking.
Now I promise you no was laughing at you, it was WITH you even if you were asleep or in pain and couldn't join in we just KNOW you would if possible!!
Liquid codeine, DD says it's like a nice sleepy pain killer and though not as good as morphine, it works very well. Just make sure you don't drive.. operate machinery including the washing machine.... or anything that requires you to be sort of alert.
Got a call from the doctor's office today.....remember the video camera in the uterus adventure? :MrEEk:
Remember they couldn't find my IUD so they sent me for x-rays? Well, the x-ray people found it and it is apparently in the right area.
The pathology report for the hysteroscopy came back normal.
So far, so good. But, they still don't know the cause of the problem so I need to go have it done again. With a bigger camera or tool or something......Nothing like a perma-period. :MrEEk:
Lol, the funny thing about the pesky things is that no matter how bad they are, there's always someone who has/had worse.
In the last week or so, there have been so many women (even including my grandma) who have told me about their hemmorhagic problems, that I am left wondering if there is anyone I know who ISN'T??? Well, Mom has no uterus so there's one, and Neaksis would never do anything so delicate or indiscreet. That's two. And KR, it sounds like you might be 3. That leaves only 4,386,936 on the other side.
And we are all surely very relieved to find that all Rella's pieaces are where they belong...
AW, I almost got to drive over to Neaksis' house, no farther. But I got light-headed and couldn't. I didn't even try to operate the washing maching. That was a bit out of my league...
wait until I tell on you to Dr Liz.... driving of all things!!
ok I won't dob you in ... this time
Just remember that you are NOT super woman right now.... it is ok to take it easy just for a little bit.
And yes I KNOW you have been "bin 'angin' w'bad cumpney" and probably learning far more than either of us wanted to know lol at least about the accent anyway ... ... and also perhaps the driving :MrEEk:
Rella I do hope it gets under control soon. I'm sure they will find something to help eventually. I have been thinking of you and thought the latest tests might have been able to help.
Thank you, everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers. I do my best to remember my iron pills. I trust that, eventually, they will figure out something.
Worst case scenario, I have a hysterectomy. Next worst case, I have an endometrial eblation. Next worst case, I take more lovely pills. I trust that we will find an answer soon.
I'm spending a lot of money on feminine hygiene products and laundry products.
This morning, I have a 10 mile training walk. I don't think there are products that will cope with this.
Dob or no dob, I coulda made the 2 miles when she first asked me - I felt fine! Not gonna try it this morning tho - my tummy is starting to hurt.
And oh oh oh, they have confirmed us for the 25th and it will be live-streamed on the net. (I might have mentions that.) So as soon as I get all the for-sure deatile (um that would be details) I'll post them. Yipeer!!!
I'm thinking they're gonna try to sign me up for something........ :MrEEk:
This mess started around the end of February/first of March. I've had two rounds of the medication that stopped it last summer and nothing has stopped it this time. And it got a 'renewed life' after Wednesday's procedure.
I'm doing a half-marathon in 2 weeks. I don't have time to be trying to deal with this mess....I don't want to deal with 'Mother Nature' that weekend and I sure don't want to be recovering from something like surgery!
Have they checked to see if maybe your IUD didn't rupture your uterine wall....apparently it's common.
I had an IUD for about 4 months but my body started rejecting it. But it wasn't pushing it out of my system So doc had to take it out...it was a nice thought while it lasted....I am like my mother and grandmother I have a very sensitive reproduction system. We also have a family history of clotting problems so I can't take the pill....Plus I don't like the way it makes me feel and I GAIN weight on it. I also have an allergic reaction to latex.....Went over this with DOC and she basically said your gonna have to use lambskin condoms with foam or something to the like and be really REALLY careful.
Well, I have to call them back Monday and find out what's next. I could do without another period. My two children are plenty. I don't want any more. NONE!!!! So, I'm ready to sign up for an endometrial ablation if they can do it.....no endometrial lining in that uterus means no more periods and it's not major surgery.
I have not had any of those problems, and never will, but I can identify with pain and suffering.
Prayers for you gals.
W took me to a Jim Brickman concert last night, and it was pretty good. I listened for all of you - cause I knew you would enjoy it. We took the twins because both of them play the piano. They liked it too.
Sweet dreams for all of you. Especially those who need them most.
SS, good to see you. You and your family have been in my thoughts and prayers. What is the news from your world?
Hey, it's Easter and I got the baskets done. Not much in them. Teenagers don't expect lots, I hope. But they are done. It sneaked up on me and I didn't shop for it.
SS so good to hear that you and your wife and family are doing well despite the tough times.
Easter is a quiet affair here ... no pun intended ... and we only buy for Mikey anyway these days. He's not a big chocolate eater and will quite happily swap some chocolate for fruit or fresh bread with butter and hundreds and thousands on it.
its school holidays right now which also means Mikey's kindy is off as well for 2 weeks.
We did have lunch on Good Friday with my sister at her house with all the family and met my nieces (18) new boyfriend (19) ... she dumped the old one for cheating on her ... with a 14 yr old. And well rid of the creep as well. The new one is a professional Aussie rules footballer. Seems a very nice young man. And the boys are so tall I need a ladder to reach up and kiss them. 20 and 18 now. Time certainly runs faster the older we get. Well it seems so. To me they still cheeky little guys running around the house and causing strife. SIGH
Its something to know and feel great contentment about to know that your kids are OK and doing well and really KNOW that no matter what else you might have stuffed up in life you did a good job with your kids.
Mikey is FINALLY asleep so I am going to try and get to bed myself .... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no one type loudly
Life is good, despite the troubles. I worry about the troubles that all of you are having, but I know I can't do much to help........... except for prayer. Knowing that prayer is powerful, I suppose it should be enough.
I think I am one of those people that gets more quiet when times are hard. I haven't been talking much these last 4 or 5 months. My W gives me space (often said to be a bad thing on this web site) and I do a lot of thinking. She and I are close, and next to God, she is my rock, and my salvation. God always comes first, but she is a close second. Isn't it wonderful that God demands that I take care of her, and treat her as Christ treats us. Isn't it wonderful that the things God asks us to do are the things that will make us happy.
My mind is often on my friends here, and I do hope all of you are able to cope, because I know the nature of this world, and it won't get easy for us any time soon. I am glad that you support each other. I am glad to see the laughter, and the fun, because I know that sometimes behind our smiles, there is a great deal of pain, and laughter helps. You really do have my prayers.
We took a trailer of store fixtures to California last week that we had sold to a start up company of which I will be a partner. I was planning on going alone, but my oldest son volunteered to go with me. Then my 2nd son found out and drove 5 hours to be with us ( so we could drive another 7 hours to CA.) Number 3 son was working out of town, and didn't know about it, but number 4 son took days off work and went along with us. It feels good that my sons wanted to support me. They were a big help, both driving, and unloading the fixtures. My partner had another large U-haul truck full, that my sons volunteered to unload also. They didn't get paid for any of this. I agree with AW, that it is good to see our children grow up and know they are doing well in many ways.
We had a funeral today for DIL's grandfather. Funerals are a good time for reflection. One of the speakers asked "What would you like to be remembered for?" I don't know if I have a good answer for that. I do know I don't want to be remembered for things that are not really important. I'm not too concerned about setting a "Guiness book of world records" record.
I have been thinking since about all of you. If you passed, what would I remember you for?
First of all, I hope you DO NOT pass any time soon.
What would I remember you for?
AW for sincere repentance? I really don't think about that much any more. I suppose this forum is a reminder in a way, but what comes to mind now is how much AW cares about her family, and others. It's genuine, and it's easy to tell. Perhaps I would remember her for that.
Cinderella................ Many possibilities. In fact, it's hard to narrow it down for any you. Service to others perhaps? Her role as a mother? Willingness to press forward against overwhelming odds? Maybe I can't choose just one.
Neak - Many talents.... Forgiving....... Kind........... I could name many more.
Neaksis - Brave - Bravery is the ability to do the right thing, even when you are not sure the result will be in your favor. Hard working I should say something about her being a good gardener too - just to make her laugh. Again, many things come to mind.
T&L - Honest. Meek This last one (above) may get a laugh from your daughters T&L, but I notice that when God commands, you are one of the most meek, and humble people that I know. You always obey. Christ Like - John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. You have given your life in the service of others, including you family. May God bless you for that.
M&L - Hi M&L, I hope you this post finds you well. The ability to keep doing what is important - EPHESIANS CHAPTER 6 , especially verse 13. You continue to stand, despite the storms of life. Your ability to help others, even when things have been most difficult for you. Your ability to withhold judgment, and continue to give love when many would have given up. I'm not just talking about your relationship with your H.
Kimmy - It is all about the food sometimes. You are a great cook, but that's not the top of my list for you. Same as M&L, EPHESIANS CHAPTER 6 , especially verse 13. You continue to stand, despite the storms of life. Your ability to help others, even when things have been most difficult for you. I am so happy that you never gave up. The love of a mother for her children. The love of a wife for her husband.
AJ - When one makes a mistake, the only real way to repent is with all your heart. What a comeback.
How do truck drivers stay awake? We got into LA at about 3:30 am, and left that evening to drive home. Got back home at about 5:00 am. I can do it two days in a row, maybe even three, but that would be it. I don't know how you can do it for weeks, and weeks.
Support - You seem to know what your W needs now, and you give it to her.
CC Forgiveness Talent Kindness Willingness to help others. Many things for you also.
They say it's time to come to dinner, I don't know if I'll get back to this or not. Thanks to all of you for your examples to me.
I would remember SS for being an encourager. For being a deep thinker. For encouraging and motivating others to think. For being a lover of his family.
A personal favorite o'mine. Thanks for the reminder.
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What would I remember you for?
This is all I wish for - Beloved wife and mother. Doesn't even need my name, only that they love me.
Happy note: I saw Julia Child's kitchen at the Smithsonian. It was like Mecca.
Am experimenting with Amish Friendship Bread. I have the starter fermenting. I'll get to make my first loaves tomorrow. No bread machine this time. The rising processes for them are 24 hours each rise. It'll take 2 days to make 4 loaves.
Jesus took a few loaves and fed many souls...you can't rush the process, huh?
According to historical records, he was the darling of the entire expedition.
Unfortunately, there are no records of him after they returned from the trip. Sacagawea ran away from her husband (who was the "official" guide - but everyone relied on Sackajawea b/c she could speak a few native languages). Her husband, John Babtiste Charbaneau (sp?) was a cruel man - he'd won Sacagawea in a bet.
Actually, he was not lost to history and his burial place is known. Neaksis and I were very surprised to drve past the historical marker on one of the trips to Patch to visit the concentration camp. Our curiosity aroused, we went 3 miles down a dirt road and found this little cemetery you can see on the link below. It was at this time that her youngest told me we had just passed a "Presbyterian Crossing." I was so confused, I had to back up and find out what it actually was--which was a "Pedestrian Crossing"! Apparently none of the Presbyterians had vehicles...
Meek This last one (above) may get a laugh from your daughters T&L, but I notice that when God commands, you are one of the most meek, and humble people that I know.
Thank you very kindly, SS, for that entirely-undeserved analysis. However, those daughters of mine had better NOT laugh at it, or I'll meek and humble 'em ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!:twobyfour:
According to historical records, he was the darling of the entire expedition.
Unfortunately, there are no records of him after they returned from the trip. Sacagawea ran away from her husband (who was the "official" guide - but everyone relied on Sackajawea b/c she could speak a few native languages). Her husband, John Babtiste Charbaneau (sp?) was a cruel man - he'd won Sacagawea in a bet.
Actually, he was not lost to history and his burial place is known. Neaksis and I were very surprised to drve past the historical marker on one of the trips to Patch to visit the concentration camp. Our curiosity aroused, we went 3 miles down a dirt road and found this little cemetery you can see on the link below. It was at this time that her youngest told me we had just passed a "Presbyterian Crossing." I was so confused, I had to back up and find out what it actually was--which was a "Pedestrian Crossing"! Apparently none of the Presbyterians had vehicles...
Hi everyone! although I follow this thread I don´t read any others. Itñ just too painful for me, still. I know I should be over it by now, considering it´s been over 4 years and I donñt even see WH at all! that´s part of the reason I don´t post anymore, I don´t feel that it´s right. Nevrtheless I have quite a good life for myself in spite of everything being in the middle of things: the divorce hasn´t gone through because WH´s lawyer hasn´t done the paperwork and I refuse to insist. I wnat him to do the work.
the house hasn´t sold yet so I´m living with 2 of my daughters, one has moved out but is frequently here and staying over.
My mother has been diagnosed with colon cancer but is doing quite well so far.
The summer is over. We joke that we start working seriously in this country after Holy Week, but it´s not really a joke, it´s true! so it´s as if after 4 months of semi holidays the year is just beginning and things start happening at work, like people being moved around... we´ll see what happens.
I´m in peace, I enjoy life, I´m busy. I´m know you are all doing as well as possible too.
Thanks SS for your kind thoughts. I would remember you for your kindness, gentleness and family values.
The problem with starting lists like that, is I could never list all the things that ought to be listed, and sometimes people notice when you leave an item out.
Am experimenting with Amish Friendship Bread. I have the starter fermenting. I'll get to make my first loaves tomorrow. No bread machine this time. The rising processes for them are 24 hours each rise. It'll take 2 days to make 4 loaves.
WE have been making variations for about 3 months now. Very good, and fun too.
It's so good to hear from everyone. I should also say that I know SIHW has been posting here, and I would have liked to comment about her too, but I don't feel I know her well enough, and I didn't think I could have done it right for her.
Does anyone know her well enough to comment?
Thanks for your comments about me. You are very kind.
I think I get the large, cinemascopic camera in the uterus today...not that small palm-held personal video camera. More like the kind they put on a crane or dolly. :crosseyedcrazy: :MrEEk:
The question of the day is: do I want to keep the IUD or have it removed? After all, I need it every rare now and then. And, when it goes, I'm not doing birth control. AND, I'm not playing Russian roulette with pregnancy at my age
I think I get the large, cinemascopic camera in the uterus today...not that small palm-held personal video camera. More like the kind they put on a crane or dolly. :crosseyedcrazy: :MrEEk:
The question of the day is: do I want to keep the IUD or have it removed? After all, I need it every rare now and then. And, when it goes, I'm not doing birth control. AND, I'm not playing Russian roulette with pregnancy at my age
Tough decision girlie. How easy is it to use condoms? I know some people don't like it but it's an option....what about foam or the vaginal condoms?
It's so good to hear from everyone. I should also say that I know SIHW has been posting here, and I would have liked to comment about her too, but I don't feel I know her well enough, and I didn't think I could have done it right for her.
I feel the love....no worries...sometimes I like being an enigma....keeps the masses wondering.....but I am an OLD hand here.....been here since '04. Lurked before that.
but I am an OLD hand here.....been here since '04. Lurked before that.
A young old hand, but I just didn't know you well enough, and I didn't want to make something up.
It is good to meet you too, I hope life is good at your house.
Cinderella, I know you can cope, and that you will probably be just fine. But are you OK?
I just assume Neak is OK. I mean, she IS related to T&L. But extra prayers for both of you tonight anyway. I know God knows how you are, and He'll look after you.
wave* Hi...I don't know if this is a thread in which I belong but I thought I'd say hello since I hang out on GQII so much. smile
You're welcome to hang out here as much as you like. Back in the days when I was dancing for the world--emotionally naked and on the table tops :MrEEk:--this was a happening kind of place. But once I was done, the looky-loos drifted away and we were left with a much smaller core of people who just enjoyed hanging out together...and so we have done ever since. We're from all over the world, and would never have "met" if it weren't for the events that drove us to MB in the first place.
My daughter, Neak, was the first person to find MB, and it (and the absolutely terrific posters on it) gave her the tools she needed to recover her marriage. I followed shortly afterwards to see what on earth she was getting into. Neaksis posts occasionally but her adopted children's traumas keep her busy enough that it's a rarity these days. My husband, AKA "The Clam", is spoken of but does not speak. There are 2 more kids who occasionally (and entirely involuntarily) make an appearance on this thread, my 2 sons Neakbro and Flard. I'll let others introduce themselves. Hope you stick around.
SS thank you for such kind words. I always think of you as someone with a soft wise humour especially towards himself, who is content within, who uses gentle persuasion and questioning to help those around him. Your family is just plain lucky.
Rella you should have a talk with your doc on this and what options are best for you. I wonder if the IUD is causing some of your problems? I agree dicing with Pg is not the way to go. Though I do admit to being tempted to think of another now that Mikey is nearly 4 I said tempted .... no serious thought !!
SIHW we don't koolaid here so I always am curious about that line of yours? A movie... a ad???
RooGirl WELCOME to the Aisle. We are friendly and have a few laughs... read whats going on in each others life... moan... complain sometimes... but mostly have fun. Some serious moments too of course being MB but its a great aisle.
Neak... have you BEEN GOOD today??? following the docs orders??? I think tl may need to come and nurse you when she gets back home
Meanwhile I am patiently awaiting DD's arrival back from the Isle of Saints and Sages. There have been no arrests or riots as yet... well none that anyone have told me of ... so I suspect its been a good experience to get her head straight and fears under control. Soldier hubbies are hard to live with especially when deployed. I'll tell you all about it in June/July.
Hello evrybuddy! (The hurray emoticon is as close as I can get to waving.)
SS, I would remember your tactfulness and gentle way with words, as well as genuine warmth and caring.
Roogirl, HELLO! You are very welcome here.
AW, I have not been a very good girl today, but I haven't needed to. See, yesterday Mom so nicely came and drove Mr. C and me to therapy and back, and I didn't do much else, either. It was almost all resting. So today I woke up and had clearly turned some kind of corner. Still some pain, but hugely better and I got quite a bit done. Long about 1500 I started feeling as if I should slow down a bit and not overdo things, but I did that, so I haven't been an entirely bad girl, either.
My pre-op for the next one is 4/28, with the surgery to follow sometime the first week of May.
Neaksis is having a really hard time right now. She didn't call the sheriff today, but it was close. Tomorrow morning she will be able to discuss some treatment options with the therapist, but something drastic needs to happen, and happen yesterday. She and her family have been in need of the much-appreciated prayers from here.
Ok, now a happier story. Well, you know Mom & Dad just got back from visiting AJ. So the other night I was talking to him, and he said he was eating corn dogs for supper. Veggie, of course. I asked where he got them, and he replied, "From my mom and dad!" Of course meaning MY mom and dad, but I don't mind sharing, since he's found himself in great need of a real mom and dad.
He also told me tonight how much he misses having them there, and he's been appreciating the tasty homemade bread and stuff that they left him, and missing having them there when he gets home from work. How sweet! Now THAT'S how in-laws are done!!!
Oh, and I got confirmation of the music Mom and I are doing in Sacramento. We're actually doing 2 songs, but it looks like only the one for church will be live-streamed on the internet. The link is:
and then just scroll down the page to live-stream when it's time. They start broadcasting at 0940 PDST, which is the Sabbath School lesson study, and church will probably be in the neighborhood of 1045. I'll post a separate thread on GQ a little closer to the time, and with the physical address of the church just in case anyone lives close enough to drop by.
Very exciting, and Mom is doing great learning my song in the new key.
My hot choccy beeped, so I'm going to go nab it. AW, give Dr. Liz my love and tell her I can't wait till she makes it home. What a lot of neat stuff she's gotten to see....
Very exciting, and Mom is doing great learning my song in the new key. rotflmao
And don't think I'm gonna do it AGAIN!! It is very difficult to do all those deedly-deedles when you know them already in another key!! :crosseyedcrazy: Write for your range. (She overestimated the number of times she could hit and hold that high note in the same song and still sound good.)
It's always a pleasure to listen to people with talent, and I know you both have it.
It's fun when your children do well. I know T&L is pleased with Neak's talents. One of our twins took first place yesterday in a 3D art competition. (3D in this case means clay sculpture.) She did a unicorn in the water being attacked by a giant squid. She also got word that she placed 2nd in a national contest (in her age division) for a water color of ducks swimming. I may post photos next week, if I can pry the time loose from other tasks.
We'll be out of Town Saturday, with no net access, or I would love to tune in and watch you play and sing.
I have really wondered about Neaksis this last few weeks. It's not really proper for me to make waves asking about her, since I am a married man, and she is a single girl, but one probably should not ignore feelings that come to us about praying for others. I have had similar worries for other MB posters over the years, both male, and female, but when it's female posters, I tend to tell myself that I best think about other things. Not that I have improper thoughts, but It's best to avoid thinking to much about any women but my own wife, or daughters. It was interesting to me when you reported that Neaksis is really struggling right now, because that matches my worries. I will pray personally for her, and children, and W and I will pray as a couple also. One of the reasons I ask lots of questions about all of you, is that it's easier to pray for specific things than for your general health, or wellbeing. It's easier to focus my faith when I do it that way.
I worry about all of you from time to time. Was about to list specific worries, but probably best that I skip it. You would each know why I worry about you. All of us have our own doubts and fears.
So based on the title of the thread, I thought I'd try and s"neak" in here for a little bit and post my physical beef.
So as of this AM I've started yet another period! Egadz this 2wk cycle of mine has been driving me NUTS! I've got the Mirena IUD that is approaching the 5yr mark and maybe it's time to switch it out, but my doctor has me going through a series of tests to see if there are other issues going on. My pap came back abnormal last go round, so she ordered a full blood workup, pelvic ultrasound and another pap. Whatever it is, I sure hope it can be treated easily.
I can hear the screeching tires of 40 approaching! Yeah....it's just down the block from me now.
Neak hope you are behaving yourself.... Dr Liz said you would have been feeling it the last day or so.
SS I agree sometimes I feel so awkward saying I will pray for a man here. As you say nothing more than wanting to help and offer a prayer but it just looks awkward when you type it on MB. I suppose we are all extra sensitive and probably rightly so as I would never want anyone to misinterpret such a thing. But we here in the aisle understand I am sure.
SIHW got it... nose fountain and all lol
SPARKLES!! I hear you on the 40 thing. I was hoping for a semi-retirement by 40 for my hubby ... but not to be. He has other plans. I'm waiting for Kimmy, Neak and tl to accidentally break his leg
Rella hope things are going ok for you... got you in my prayers. .... are you SURE you don't want a another bub maybe two????
A Mikey moment ..... There was this very faint odour in the house ... sniff sniff .. Good God what was it ... sniff sniff.. ewwwwwwww thats OFF... something rotten .... sometimes there are things that Mums just have to do .... go in search of those smells. I was thinking of a dead snake or bird... maybe field mice or rat coming for the bird seed in the cages. That sort of thing. After searching every room and the patio... I finally got to the enclosed patio out the back ... the area Dr Liz & hubby use mostly. Looking .... nothing ... but its STRONGER in here ... I approach carefully .... nothing??? ... then I hear .. something.... AHA!! behind that 4 seat couch .. there sitting on the floor is Mikey and Jake the dog... Mikey happily playing with a whole mess of maggots while the dog chewed the bone he dug up .. or Mikey did. I think perhaps I may not mention that to DD upon her arrival home. I THINK the stink will be gone by then.
I can hear the screeching tires of 40 approaching! Yeah....it's just down the block from me now.
I hear it receeding!
The scoop is.....no more IUD - he said I wasn't likely to get pregnant at my age...lower odds than if I'd had my tubes tied. So, I let it go to try to get my body back to normal. Will spend the next 3 months taking some progesterone to try to straighten things out. Hope I can tolerate it. Then, at the end of 3 months, we try to figure out what to do next. Biopsies were normal. Everything looks healthy enough in there. It's very cool to get to see your innards on a video monitor.
Hey, folks, I need a bit of help. I hate to ask but there are cancer patients who need help. If you all could donate $5-10 (or even more) to help me raise about $400 more for Gilda's Club, I would really appreciate it - and so would people like Jack, David, Sandy, Pam, Rick, Mary Elizabeth, Lee, Dot, Ken, and many more.
...and forget that $3000 my profile says I want to raise....I messed up and didn't start my fundraising effectively so now I'll be joyous to raise $750!
Oh, I'm doing this half marathon with my daughter. Of all the people on the team, we are the only mother/daughter duo and she is the only high school student! WAY COOL to take on this kind of project, for 4 months, with your teenager!
My middle boy doesn't have a middle name (because he's a III), and once asked if he could have "Superman" be his middle name. When we said no, he meekly asked if "Clark Kent" was okay.
(sigh)
The DNA donor called and is having her brother bring her to pick up the children. I dunno why she bothers - it's been over a month and about 2 weeks ago they quit asking about her.
My middle boy doesn't have a middle name (because he's a III), and once asked if he could have "Superman" be his middle name. When we said no, he meekly asked if "Clark Kent" was okay.
(sigh)
The DNA donor called and is having her brother bring her to pick up the children. I dunno why she bothers - it's been over a month and about 2 weeks ago they quit asking about her.
Man, I can relate to that. I didn't see my father for over 20 years and as of this moment, don't have any plans to reconnect with him ever again. I tried......too many years lost and it's just awkward for me. She'll reap what she sows with them.
Dr. Sent us to UCSF to so a cardiology ultra sound for DS while I was preggo with him....just a precaution since I was borderline gestinal diabetic...they tell you to have a full bladder....omg....both DS and I were not happy or comfortable. As soon as the cardiologist started the U/S we got a shock.....it seemed at tho DS was displaying his disapproval by flipping off the cardiologist then moving from the camera. The cardialogist laughed about it and we moved on. A little awkwad....DS so takes after me.
That Dr. Liz is pretty amazing...yesterday was pretty bad, and the day before hardly better. I'd been feeling good enough that my pain med Wed nite was the last one I took, I mean, I was up and around and feeling fine...blech!
She's got a camera here somewhere - I know she does!
My 84yo mom fell yesterday and dislocated her elbow. She is in the hospital. In lots of pain. They can't find reason yet. Doing MRI for fractured hip. I don't think she will be headed back to independent living. She hasn't been taking care of herself and her chemistry was not right....electrolytes, potassium, stuff like that.
I totally "get" where you are. My 86 year old Dad was living independently (but assisted) until he broke 3 bones within 6 months. He's now in a nursing home - but sometimes he thinks he's on an ocean liner (the rare up-side of dementia).
OUR good news! We've rented our Santa Clara house - with a year's lease to a nice married couple with 3 sons. Their credit rating is over 800 and they both graduated from MIT !!!!
(((Cinders))) I am sorry about your mom. Pep, great news! I hope they are the best tenents!
Bad news in my family. My older sis (53) and her H came out from OK last weekend. I knew for about 6 months something was "off" with her. She told my other sister while here she has early onset dementia. My mom has Alzheimers but she is in her 70's. My sister is only 53!!! I am numb right now cuz I suspected this was the case for a few months but had not seen her. Apparently her and H are handling it well. I have no idea what this means for me and my siblings. I am trying so hard to just put this in God's hands. In the meantime, I am getting ready to buy a few journels. I am going to journel my life as best as I can and then journel for each of my kids. Just in case...
Loosen up your pipes there, girlie. I'm coming over with the music shortly and you can start working for your big day! I was GOING to say your "big debutt" but that would only be because of those 15# that will be added by the camera...:MrEEk:
I did not, and had a perfectly lovely time all by myself at Neaksis' house, where I waited for a couple of hours hoping somebody would show up. However, I have practiced today, if not with you. :twobyfour:
Faith & Rella so sorry to hear the bad news. I'll keep you in my prayers.
tl as long as someone practices I'm sure it will be ok. However Neak should perhaps be less active... just for a day or so However tl could be getting a hot chocolate or something while practising
Guess who has arrived back only minutes ago? excitement was reigning for some minutes... Mikey crawling all over her getting his hugs.... then all went quiet. She's asleep.
I'm going to be a good mum and not even open her cases.
Oh dear, oh dear. Sorry! The kids went on their Pathfinder outing right after lunch, so I left about oh 5:30 to help fix the special supper up at the church, and to help clean up afterwards. Free food, hey?
Very too bad to have missed a practice, and if only you had gotten there sooner you could have gone with me, practiced, AND had spaghetti and ice cream.
AW, welcome home the adorable world traveler! Now how are we supposed to get a complete shipping manifesto if you don't look through her bags before she wakes up????
I Know its just not CRICKET I say. Now that's she is over 18 and married I have all these boundaries to observe.
I was taught by a master here on mb
Rule 1 ... Observe she is not watching while you look around .. lol
However in the end I didn't have to as she was busily throwing things out of the cases ... I did end up with a large present ... a whole PILE of damp beer smelling clothes ... I wonder how THAT happened?????
Hayley was snoring in the car as we dropped her off at her mum and dads ... yes both sets of parents still play taxi service ... sometimes the designated 'skipper' drinks.
Clare and Jim had their car in long term storage at the airport so went straight home. Aussie offered to drive them but Jim said he was ok he got some sleep whereas the girls talked.. and talked ...and talked ... and talked .... reliving every moment according to Jim. Jim's comment to Aussie ..'Yeah mate it was ok" ... nodded wisely to each other .. grunted ... I expected them to scratch their butts next and was muttering please no butt scratching in public please no .. 'Oh God too late!!
She looks skinny despite her concerns of all her 'eating'
I really wanted to see the Dalmatian coat however she gave it to Sio to use until she goes back in June. Very disappointed
A whole load of jewellery... mostly just cheap pieces except for the pearls. A few t-shirts A few leather belts Some new leather bags Some material I'm not sure if its mini skirts or hankies (actually I do but Hubby was reading it over my shoulder )
we didn't get to the odds and ends... have to do that tomorrow.
Neak keep her distracted and I'll 'fall' over the bagged items :crosseyedcrazy:
JUst got back from a day of family FUN...F and I took DS all over...we went to the park, then the SPCA (no we didn't bring anything home even tho it was tempting), then we went to fishermans wharf, looked at a nice garden as a possible wedding site, then we walked...and walked...got ice cream...walked some more...now we are finally home resting.
ANd I think I got some sun...yippee...summer tan comin early as it was HOT here today. How is the weather elsewhere ya'll?
Yesterday, up at 5 a.m. to take daughter to work then go to group training.....hurt knee last week and one of the coaches wouldn't let me walk. Finally left the club house at 10:30, picked up son, went and bought some things for yardwork, took them home, went to get daughter at work, ran errand or two, got home at 2 p.m. and got to hospital about 3 p.m. I left at 10 and went home to bed.
Got up at 7:30 this morning. Went to church for UB the Sermon day where I worked in the nursery from 9 until about 3:15. Went home, got the stuff I needed, and headed to the hospital where I arrived about 4:15. Stayed until after 9...home by 9:30.
Tina's youngest adoptee, the author of "Presbyterian Crossing", sometimes gives deep meaning to the word "shallow." He was supposed to write a description of heaven, as if he were newly arrived and describing what he saw. Well, it's been like pulling teeth, but we've finally gotten over a page of "descriptive" terms. Here are 2 things I'm willing to bet none of you knew about heaven: (1) "There are a bunch of animals, and they're all frieds." (Heaven is McDonald's? ) (2) "The lions sleep with sheeps." (Indiscriminate interspecies breeding?:MrEEk:)Sounds a lot greasier and racier than anything I was imagining!
As many of you know, some of our kids' mental circuits have been at least temporarily fried by the effects of being molested. That's not funny at all. But some of their efforts at reading comprehension crack me up. Here's a sample of today's, courtesy Mr. Presbyterian...
1) The first inhabitants of North America were the Pemmicans.
2) Oh, wait--aren't Pemmicans those birds with the big beaks that eat fish?
3) Bartolomeu (mutilated pronunciation) Die-az (Dias) sailed to India in 1947, a journey of over 11 miles.
4) Space travel has long captured the human image.
5) The name of the space probe was the Looser (Lunar) Prospector.
According to him, the nickname for the soldiers-from-the-country-we-couldn't-remember whom the rebel colonists were fighting, was not "redcoats." They were called the "bluebellies." Stupid English lizards. (It was in this study of the Revolutionary War that he told me Paul Revere rode through town shouting, "The Asians are coming, the Asians are coming!")
During the election coverage we watched the Sarah Palin interview. So did the kids, not so much because politics fascinate them, but because they all had to be in plain sight of the adults at all times. When it came to part that showed the moose sausages, Val (the child who received most of the molestation while still with her bio-mom) looked at Sarah holding one of them, um, erect, while she removed the casing, and asked, "Just what part of the moose did that come from anyway?"
From the Dervish: He was bragging that he was part Native American from two tribes. "Mostly I am Sac and Fox, but I'm a little bit Parakeet, too." Then there was the time at Christmas that we went to the nursing home after church. I played the piano; the kids sang. Devon sat in a semi-confused old lady's lap and talked the whole time. I quit playing and got up just in time to see him point at her mouth and hear these words, "See? I lost a tooth and you lost a tooth, too. See?" Point vigorously. "See?" Point again, a little closer to her mouth this time.
Really, the Dervish has become such a Mr. Malaprop that I think we need to keep a record of his gems of "wisdom." He has been spending some time with me (he's just 8, for everybody who doesn't know). He's been learning 1 John 1:9 by memory, and this morning he said it this way--
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and Justuss..."
I knew Justuss was important, but really!!
This is the kid that said people who live in Canada are called "Cannibals." He was sorry that the wind blew over my "chicken kook."
However, let's end with a Susanism. I was reading the kids a bedtime story, and the little bluebirds were getting ready to fly south for the winter. "They spread their wings..." was what it said, but I read it to one and all as "They spread their legs..." And then had to tell the kids that they absolutely couldn't repeat Grandma's little joke to others, even though Auntie and Grandma laughed a lot when she said it.
I have GOT to get better reading glasses!
tl
P.S. Neak is going to be singing on TV this weekend, and I'll be her piano flunky, but I don't think we'll tell anybody how to see it until we see how it turns out. No sense in being embarrassed before the WORLD!
VD said she was not going to bring the kids back yesterday.
She said she'd meet us downtown, but she said she talked to a probation officer about the case, he read the orders and she doesn't have to d/o or p/u anywhere but downtown.
The downside? We couldn't do anything about this because of the self same orders she CLAIMS to be following.
This is verbatim what the orders say - these are the original orders - not the mediation orders that she took us back to court over (which should overwrite ANY orders, but she won't follow because it doesn't suit her).
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(g) General Terms and Conditions
Except as otherwise explicitly provided in this Standard Possession Order, the terms and conditions of possession of the children apply regardless of the distance between the residence of a parent and the child are as follows:
1. Surrender of the child by (the Wookie) - the Wookie is ORDERED to surrender the child to VD at the beginning of each period of VDs possession at the (PD downtown parking lot).
If a period of possession by VD begins at the time the child's school is regularly dismissed, the Wookie is ORDERED to surrender the child t6o VD at the beginning of each such period of possession at the school in which the child is enrolled. If the child is not in school, VD shall pick up the child at the parking lot and the Wookie is ORDERED to surrender the child at the parking lot.
2. Surrender of child by VD - VD is ORDERED to surrender the child to the Wookie at the parking lot downtown.
If a period of possesion by VD - VD is ORDERED to surrender the child to the Wookie at the end of each such period of the possession at the school in which the child is enrolled for, or if the child is not in school, at the parking lot downtown.
3. Surrender of the child by VD - VD is ORDERED to surrender the child to the Wookie if the child is in VD's possession or subject to VD's control at the beginning of each period of the Wookie's exclusive periods of possession, at the place designated in this Standard Possession Order.
OCDS is in Pre-K program at a private daycare/Learning center. OCDD is in public school Kinder at the same school at DS(my 9 year old).
She returned them late last night (AFTER I'd lost 10 lbs. thru my tushie - that's how I stress...my tummy is still sore).
The Wookie'd called her and told her WHICH page he was reading and urged her to read it herself so to save getting herself into more trouble. Guess she took his advice.
OCDD collapsed into me before bed - crying and asking why her daddy didn't marry her mommy, then saying she wishes she'd been born from my tummy.
WTHeck are they telling these children?
Remember a few months ago when we had to get the children during the wee hours of the morning because one of VDs boyfriends had tried to break in and had broken a window? Apparently he is LIVING there. Both the children said that because "Fat BF" was staying there, they couldn't sleep in their mom's bed and had to sleep on the living room floor and the sofa in the living room.
I so zarkin' hate her.
I was just reading that God will forgive you if you forgive others. I guess I'm going to hell, cos I don't have it in me to forgive her anymore.
Kimmy as VD is adversely affecting the children with her behaviour I think it would be abnormal for you not to feel pretty narked at her and feel some kind of hatred for the harm she is causing.
Its understandable and human.
Forgiving her ??? it is also something to work towards Kimmy for YOU ... Godly forgiveness does NOT mean VD should not face the consequences of her actions
But FIVE got him a really killer slime green and silver bicycle (remember Slime - it came in a garbage can and was guarenteed to really piss your mom off if'n you got it on the shag carpet?). It's a freaking awesome set 'o wheels.
FIVE totally rocks.
(but I really want him to stay little...how can I pull that off?)
however I would throw the idea out there that BOTH of you be there when Wookie does because of the trust and love they have for you and how much you love them. They also will need to know that you are there for them regardless.
I suspect his comments have far more to do with his recognition young as he is that you and the Wookie are HOME... good kind loving and happy things happen there. He probably wants that for his bio mum and his bros and sisters... he knows something is wrong that end but not what.. the poor little tyke.
You know Kimmy, God is also angry when people harm His little children. Does the word "millstone" ring any bells? You remember - the millstone and mid-ocean drowning that would be MUCH easier than the absolute and fair justice God is saving up for the unrepentant harmers of children...
AW, lol, can't wait to see what individual interpretation we come up with.
She sat with her face buried in my shirt. All I could do was kiss her little pointed head and tell her I love her.
This issue and her questions will occur over and over.
There are no satisfactory answers to assuage her pain (and her future anger) .... there is only the truth and reassurance.
As a mother of two adopted children, I can tell you, she is gradually becoming aware that she is a victim of her own bio parents who created the uncertainty she will feel on some level for the rest of her life.
I'm sorry to say this to you. This is only the beginning. Stay strong.
Always remember, it is The Wookie who needs to explain the events. If you try to do it for him, the kids will know in their gut that it is a cop out.
I've tried to explain their birth parent's choices to our kids, as I understand them. It is not satisfactory to them. It comforts them to a degree, but unless it comes from the people who chose to harm them, it is never enough.
This is the weight of adult sin that our children must bear.
Do the best you can. Do not carry inappropriate guilt. I did that for awhile, it screws everything up.
hey I've seen Pastor Doug on Foxtel, I'm sure it was the same bloke. Tallish, bald glasses and is always smiling it hurts to look at him when you just want to sulk and enjoy your *issy mood!!
Dad's birthday on Tuesday. First time he's been home for just ages. But he's off doing soldier things, again.
Neak tomorrow is a big day for me. No sulking or long sadness but a few tears I suspect in the early morning
ANZAC Day Starts in about hour and a half. 4.30am drive to the war memorial, light the votive candles for our lost ones, help unload the vets from the buses, wheel them to the dawn ceremony, read out the names of the fallen as others do the same. Friends and family, like Amy and her Husband, Uncle Michael- Dads cousin, Jacko - remember the guy who said he was going to wait until I grew up and marry me lol, he was such a larrikin, so they won't be forgotten. Do the rounds to make sure the vets are ok health wise.
We lay the wreaths The Last Post is played And for the first time stand with the mum and the other wives as a wife and hold hands as the Ode is read and pray as the two minute silence is observed. The the Rouse and Reveille is played Then the rolling volley of gunfire, you know Mum and I always jump at that, never fails. Hate it. So does mum. Then a piper plays the Flowers of the forest.
And then you take a deep breath and go on with serving tea and coffee to the vets and something to keep the kids amused, cool drinks and cakes and lollies.
Then the big march by is held about 11.00am through the city led by a lone, riderless horse, with a pair of boots pointing backwards in the saddle's stirrups.
And of course we are all wearing our red poppies so we can put them next to the names of our family members on our own little Roll of Honour wall.
Our job is to make sure the vets have a great day and know we appreciate them. For some reason its a WHOLE lot more real to me than ever before
Happy ANZAC Day, and of course all those dear vets will feel so loved and appreciated. A sad but wonderful time.
I've got to find some fresh air to breathe for the night. It was so cold this morning, and I didn't want to turn on the heater, so I asked young Mr. C to light me a fire. The smoke still isn't fully gone from the house.
Neaksis says I need to get a patch or something to help me stop smoking.
Mom, will you please bring me a pair of stockings? Some stinky little girl seems to have heisted my last clean pair without holes. Not (PRINCESS) to (PRINCESS) mention (PRINCESS) any (PRINCESS) names.
Princesses r OK. Even if we can't all play those stupid dumb idiotic squeaky violins. stupid dumb instrument
Just thought to let you know that I didn't spend ALL my time in Ireland just foolin' around and drinkin' loike a spooilt banphrionsa. I also found out the important medical terms just in case.
Barium - what doctors do when patients die Benign - what you be after eight Catscan - search for lost kitty cat Cauterise - made eye contact with her Colic - sheep dog Dilate - to live long Enema - not a friend Fester - quicker than someone else Morbid - a higher offer Node - I knew it Nitrates - cheaper than day rates Outpatient - a person who faints Rectum - nearly killed him Tumour - one plus one more Urine - opposite of you're out
and when someone says "Pogue Mahone" they are not talking about the group called the Pogues but to "go kiss my A**e". very useful
See a true cultural exchange where I can now speak Southern and Northern.
Sio rang Mum yesterday to say Lo and told her Mother Mary and the good saints Mourne (my new nickname apparently because I am such a early riser before noon ahem it is NOT because I fell down that hill in Mourne after drinkin') may start spaking norn iron and then we would all be confused.
what wrong with "Norn Iron" spak - I think you all spak funny.
I,m ritin dis while I'm waitin for de tae to draw.
Yesterday my sister gets a call from the administrator of the nursing home where our Dad lives.
My Dad has been busy busy busy.
Apparently a moving truck and 2 movers showed up at the nursing home. Dad called them and made arrangements for them to move his furniture to his "new place". Wherever that may be.
He's in a wheelchair. Cannot really ambulate. He has no cash money (maybe $10 or so for odds & ends). He has no driver's license.
He told me recently he was buying "A house in the hills for $4,800." .... NOT TOO SHABBY for San Jose (very expensive).
He also told me he was "Buying a used Honda for $400."
O kaaaaaaa y
He's a flight risk because he doesn't like their food !!!!!
He's on a low salt, low fat, small portion, "low taste" according to Dad, diet... hell, I'd leave too :crosseyedcrazy:
Pep.....Sunday, my mom, who has just moved to a rehab place (it's very nice and beautiful and, when I've been there, the staff has been very nice and helpful). She will not be going back to independent living.
She got there on about Wednesday of last week. Her car has been taken from her and given to me. So, she has no way to go anywhere unless someone else takes her.
Sunday, she went to the person who was in charge for the day, carrying her purse. She whipped out her driver's license and asked to borrow her car because she needed to go see her grandchildren because they needed her to take care of them....The youngest one just turned 17 but that was not part of mom's story. The woman declined...so mom walked out the front door and found someone somewhere....she told them she lived at X and asked them if they could take her there. The person called up X and they said she had just moved to Y. So, they took mom back to Y. She now has a security bracelet and the alarm will sound if she walks out the door without the administrators knowing she's going out.
The person whose car she asked to borrow thought there was one thing that was a good sign....Mom knew enough to get her purse and to show her that she had a driver's license so it was legal for her to drive.
So, she can not have pens, pencils, crochet hooks, or knitting needles.
I've told my children that, when I become too infirm and to addled to have joy and moderate quality to my life, they are to take me out and shoot me.
Will mom adjust where she is or will she end up in the memory unit - which is something we pray doesn't happen? We don't know. We just don't know.
It's funny this subject came up today. Early this morning, just trying to leave for all my pre-op stuff, even backed out the gate and just waiting for Mr. C to get in the car, Gramps came walking across the driveway, fully dressed, and got in "his" car.
He said he was only checking to see if the keys were in the ignition so he could take them out, but... :MrEEk:
So he got to ride along for a fun wait of 2 hours at the gynecologist, 1 hour at the hospital, and getting dragged through almost every aisle in Winco. Bet he wishes he's just slept in this morning.
t/j to Cinderella. Could you look in on Julie and see if you have anything to offer on the problems her 13 yr old DD is having? She has been cutting herself and I thought I read that one of your DD's had a similar problem? Thanks, Mel
Ok, so I have been NPO since 5:30 am. Also, I got up at 4:30 and again at 5:25 to stuff myself as full of water as I could.
I kept dreaming that I was already past my cutoff, and would eithe forget and stick stuff in my mouth, or just be going along, and !poof! find candy (orange slices) in my mouth with no clue how they got there.
t/j to Cinderella. Could you look in on Julie and see if you have anything to offer on the problems her 13 yr old DD is having? She has been cutting herself and I thought I read that one of your DD's had a similar problem? Thanks, Mel
I was doing a sex ed class tonight for girls only. Ave 12 to 16 yr olds or hereabouts. Guys you don't need to read any more if you don't want too
These are a very few of the girls comments from the getting to know you bit of the talk, sitting in a circle:-
Lydia (14) It's my first year there, and I'm just starting to take sex. I'm currently 14. But I started sex ed classes in grade 5 so I've learnt a lot over the past few years.
Meaghan (13)I will soon turn 14 in July. I have had about 3 Sex Ed courses in my life time, and "the sex talk" with my mum once. My parents are open to all of my questions and informed me at the age of 10 about puberty, condoms/safe sex, abstinence. I found everything they said to be very un-interesting, since I had already gone through and known these things for quite some time.
Gemma (16) I'm an atheist - (Okkkkk I was thinking, but who am I to question) I learnt what sex was when I was 7 years old - by looking up nearly every related word in a dictionary. I know plenty of people who lost their virginity young, I mean, between 12 and 14 sort of age, and they regretted not their age, neither the experience itself, nor the place, or anything - just the person they did it with. (Oh yeah she is going to be fun fun fun)
Annette (15) I had already pieced together most of the "sex talk" before I was eight. There was this western movie scene involving a mute man, a sexually confident saloon girl and a saddle.(I think she was talking about a Paul Hogan comedy but now I'm too scarred to watch it and confirm) I haven't watched the film since so my memory is most likely a bit blurry. But that pretty much gave me the information I needed to start piecing things together. I came to the conclusion that babies were made from a man's sweat when he has an intense need to hold a woman. I've been pretty sexually aware ever since. (She is kidding me right???? PLEASE!!)
Julie (17 - just) My mum impressed a strong abstinence view while growing up, my dad still thinks I'm a virgin. (Sophisticated hey?) My first sexual experience was when I was sixteen, I used protection and was dating in a "monogamous" relationship I only had THREE boyfriends. QUOTE "I was constantly getting UTI's and not knowing what/where they were from." (Mmmmm yes I WONDER)
So like a sheep being led to the slaughter house I started off:- Aside from getting STD's and pregnant, why do mum and dad think having sex is not a good thing when you are young?" Long story, short, I said I am actually asking why do adults think kids shouldn't have sex????
ANYONE?????
I could see in the other tutor's eyes she was not truly comfortable with the nature of the question but I wasn't going to let it deter me in answering. I think she thought I was going to tell them where to buy condoms in bulk and that would be it.
The kids had all said that in their research sex was supposed to be healthy, something about even making your teeth stronger and helping with depression (yeah, I laughed ). I explained that while sex can be healthy and you can even burn calories, it certainly isn't a replacement for regular exercise and that it can promote endorphins which can curb depressed attitude but that's not its goal either. But on they went, sighting the jugular, mine, it was about "your morals', and I quickly agreed but then asked the kids to take that away for the moment, along with the religious aspect and focus on the other issue - the one no one had mentioned - the emotional health and well-being of a person. All the other stuff aside, this was a very important fact to consider because that's a huge part of what sex is about when it comes down to it from a health point of view. And at their age, are each of you really equipped to handle all that comes along with the actions??? The consequences??? The emotions???
SILENCE - I was expecting to be howled down :MrEEk:
a hand goes up, "Those STD's thingies, if you only do (well I will let you guess this one) I can't get it in my tongue can I? We were told it was safe. heads nod. Ummm what actually are STD's besides Aids and the goanna thing. ( goanna thing!!!) The other woman looks at me in panic, I see the flight or fight instinct arise, a poor mum just volunteering runs into this.
OMG!! oh my. OK sex ed 101.1 (who is teaching these kids this rubbish??????????????) DR Liz looks over imaginary glasses , Ok page 1, sexual reproduction & STD's - well you see girls there are more than 20 known sexually transmitted diseases, Gonorrhoea, Chlamydia, Syphilis, Trichomonas, Hepatitis B and C and - - - - - - - - - - after an hour of very very descriptive physiological functions and some very curious questioning, we finished the basics. I NEED a drink. No TWO drinks.
They had a heap of information all jumbled up and turned around, some gaps, and some total rubbish. Like if you have sex standing up you can't get preggers, or do it in a hot tub you are safe. The look of disappointment (or was it fear?) on their faces when I told them that couples actually do it in hot tubs to get pregnant was something to see.
next exciting episode is "Understanding Conception and Ovulation and the Female body" -- the basics. My sis Hayls said we should offer the last bit to men. But I would never suggest such a thing
I also had a "leetle" talk to the 17 yr old in private.
Neak I missed you hon so I will have to hug you a few times after.
So I'm back, PUI'ing agian, lol. Sounds like you've had tuqquite the day of it. And Neaksis has come over to laugh at me, and call Mom so she can laugh too. I don't think its fair. Tuqquite inded.
I'm ok. Really.
And this doesn't hurt as much as the last one. They still rmembered me - I'm te one who doesn't get sick and is hungry right after, and who disregarda all recommensationd for soup and light foods, going stright to the good stuff.
Remember that long period that ended a couple of weeks ago after the second video camera experience? Well, I missed a few days of progesterone and IT'S BACK!!!
Neak.... welcome home. you have such a way with spelling words under the influence of pain killers ......... not that there's any laughter for your pain of course. wincing in memory of my hernia repair job after Mikey. ouch.
now neak you know that your mum and neaksis would NEVER use your medicated self to find amusement. ok thye would but just for a little bit :crosseyedcrazy:
wish you a speedy recovery and no "tuqquite " days for a few weeks.
rella I am so sorry to hear you have problems again. will keep you in my prayers and hope those docs come up with a quick answer.
I was a tad amused at DD's response to dealing with the teen girls. I mean its not as if SHE was ever like that is it ???
I have to go food shopping. Not exactly my most fun thing to do.
Big hugs from us both for our two hurting sisters and one yeah! for all going ok with Neak
If you hovered your mouse over the above link, it shows the whole thing. Neaksis thought b...aid might be a new swear word she had never heard of.
If you didn't hover, it said, "Here, in case anyone didn't grow up as big of a Down Under fan as I did, here is the STD that poor 17yo was afraid of cathing."
Upon further reflection, I would be afraid to cath a goanna, too.
HIYA Neak!! Neaksis and Mrs S!! I'm only as perky as this at 4.15am cause I have been on coffee and caff tabs for 12 hours in the ED. sorts of feeling sabit strnage now though. Had a busy busy busy day and night . I got begged to come in so I did. I think I have feet but they are too numb to feel and I'm scared that when I do they will feel red raw. God knows how I drove home.
Had a few squirter's tonight had to change twice. Car accidents galore, heaps of drunks, one threw a punch at me but that's not anything new with the crowd we get. no one died on me so I guess we can count that as a good night. I also got a few panic merchants who were sure dat they had the swine flu. No sound of fluid in the lungs so I think they have colds rather than any type of flu. But got them to arrange to see their own docs on Monday unless they got worse.
but the page is startign to get blurred. Neak don't be going doing too much now no messing up the stitches or that.
I tink I'll jst go to sleep in tis nice comfy char. ni ni luv and stuff haeps loike
Sound loike y'ev bin havin a grand ole toim, lass! Gie some shut-aye, noo.
I've been a very good girl, and rested quietly again today. Shhhh, don't say it very loud, but I think my uterus is beginning to realize that I boiled it. :MrEEk:
I did a fun interview with the kids. If any of you want to take it and post your results, please do!
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Ask your child the following questions and write their EXACT answers. No cheating! Seriously...do this one and send it back to me. Mr. C is 12, The Princess is 10, and The Dervish is 8.
1. What is something I always say to you? Mr. C: I didn’t hear my answer. The Princess: Wrong answer! The Dervish: Don’t do this. (He hears this one a lot.)
2. What makes me happy? Mr. C: Foot rubbies and leg massagies. (You are righties.) The Princess: Hugs from me. The Dervish: Me.
3. What makes me sad? Mr. C: When I’m really noncompliant and rude and disrespectful and violent and…I’ll leave it at that. (Thank you.) The Princess: When I disobey. The Dervish: The Princess. (Someone is having a hard time taking responsibility for his own actions.)
4. How do I make you laugh? Mr. C: Tickling me, of course. The Princess: By telling me something funny. The Dervish: Tickling me.
5. What do you think I was like as a child? Mr. C: Really cute and funny. And anti-bully. The Princess: Like me. The Dervish: Cute and fuzzy. (Fuzzy? *thud*)
6. How old am I? Mr. C: 36 The Princess: 36 The Dervish: 96. No, you’re not. (Hey, he had the “6” right.)
7. How tall am I? Mr. C: Four and a half feet. The Princess: You never told me before. Taller than me. The Dervish: About six inches. (What kind of tape measure is this kid using?)
8. What is my favorite thing to do? Mr. C: Type. Waitwaitwait, you LOVE having me massage you. The Princess: Be with Dad. The Dervish: Be with me.
9. What do I do when you're not around? Mr. C: Clean. The Princess: Clean and relax. The Dervish: Be sad. (Wrong-o.)
10. If I become famous, what will it be for? Mr. C: Writing. The Princess: Being an author, and being a great singer. The Dervish: Siiiiiiiiiiingiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! (Ack, my eardrums!)
11. What am I really good at? Mr. C: Typing. The Princess: Comforting us when we’re upset. The Dervish: Singing.
12. What am I not really good at? Mr. C: Most of the video games I play. (And there is a VERY GOOD REASON for that!) The Princess: You’re not good at making us upset. The Dervish: Running. (This is heresy – I’m going to catch that little kid and whoop him…as soon as I can run again!!!)
13. What is my job? Mr. C: Mom. The Princess: Being an awesome mom. The Dervish: I don’t know.
14. What is my favorite food? Mr. C: Corn dogs. Tofu? The Princess: Velveeta shells and cheese. (NO!) The Dervish: Lasagna.
15. What makes you proud of me? Mr. C: You’re my AWESOME MOMMY! The Princess: For taking good care of us. The Dervish: For cooking good. (Kissups.)
16. What do you and I do together? Mr. C: Talk about really personal stuff. The Princess: We talk, and we sometimes watch TV together. (WHAT? Nothing of the crafts, hobbies, hikes???) The Dervish: Siiiiiing.
17. How are we the same? Mr. C: We’ve got almost the same DNA. The Princess: We smile a lot, and we look like exactly the same people when we were babies. The Dervish: We’re both together.
18. How are you and I different? Mr. C: I’m a guy, you’re a girl. The Princess: I’m little and you’re big. Not like that, but um, taller. The Dervish: Our faces are different.
19. How do you know that I love you? Mr. C: In the way you show it. (Future politician of America.) The Princess: Because you tell me that, and you never lie to me. The Dervish: Because you love me. Oh, because you’re my mom.
20. Where is my favorite place to go? Mr. C: Montana. The Princess: Anywhere with Dad. The Dervish: Doug Batchelor’s church.
Ask your child the following questions and write their EXACT answers. No cheating! Seriously...do this one and send it back to me.
OK I did but I only have one to ask right now which is not fair!!!
Mrs VDK. is 20 something going on old age already in her head just wait until a baby or two and her hips will follow
1. What is something I always say to you? Patience every thing will work out ok (well it does usually.)
2. What makes me happy? All the men home and doing exactly what you tell them to do(well true but you didn't need to exactly put it that way.)
3. What makes me sad? When Dad JJ or Jonny are deployed(yes of course )
4. How do I make you laugh? When you are watching football and yell and scream at the ump and expect him to hear. ( HE should darn well learn to listen)
5. What do you think I was like as a child? Wonderful until your teen years and you met Dad, Nan's been in therapy ever since (so you ARE walking home from work next week then?)
6. How old am I? 38. When you ask me in 2 years it will still be 38, when you ask me in 10 years it will be 38. (Ok you can use the car now.)
7. How tall am I? Bigger than me which is so unfair as you should be shrinking with age (I can see the car disappearing into the sunset again)
8. What is my favourite thing to do? Dad. (very funny)
9. What do I do when you're not around? Try to find out what I'm up to(So not true. Your Nanna does that.... it keeps her doctor busy. How do you treat apoplexy?)
10. If I become famous, what will it be for? Stoic stubbornness (I don't even know what stoic means !)
11. What am I really good at? support and comforting while telling me what I don't want to hear. (That's because you never want to hear it honey)
12. What am I not really good at? Confronting dad when he's being a jerk (um yes well probably... is that the stoic thing?)
13. What is my job? A Public Servant all these years and you mean you still don't know? (funny ha ha)
14. What is my favourite food? Chocolate (oh yesssssss)
15. What makes you proud of me? Keeping it together when the sh*t hits the fan ( you mean ducking)
16. What do you and I do together? Talk and then we talk and drink coffee and chai latte (perhaps too much coffee) and go shopping (only for her shoes and clothes... what there is of them ...I mean did you see that mini? )
17. How are we the same? we swear at our men the same way? no we can wear each others clothes? no we both burn food at the same rate? no we are both married to really strange men? (ok true but.....) we both like LOTS of chocolate to eat in secret? (you are so walking young lady)
18. How are you and I different? welllllll you are just a bit, sort of, further aged than I am. (wear good shoes)
19. How do you know that I love you? Because you will let me use the car to go to work?
20. Where is my favourite place to go? Any place you have Dad to yourself for a while (you have it my love .... but you are still walking unless you have chocolate cake to go with the chai latte)
I am still trying to figure out what kind of people have their innards boiled and go back to work THE NEXT DAY!!! I have not gotten much past "Mattress Testers".
Yesterday I had a flat tire on the interstate. So I eased my car over to the shoulder of the road, carefully got out of the car and opened the trunk.
I took out 2 cardboard men, unfolded them and stood them at the rear of my car facing oncoming traffic. They look so lifelike you wouldn't believe they were cardboard! They are in trench coats, exposing their nude bodies and private parts to the approaching drivers.
I started to change my tire, and to my surprise, cars started slowing down looking at my lifelike men. And of course, traffic started backing up. Everybody was tooting their horns and waving like crazy. It wasn't long before a state trooper pulled up behind me.
He got out of his car and started walking towards me. I could tell he was not a happy camper!
"What's going on here?"
"My car has a flat tire," I said calmly.
"Well, what the hell are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?
I couldn't believe that he didn't know. So I told him, "Hello-o-o-o-o-o, those are my emergency flashers!"
I am a big old copycat. After seeing the lovely interview with Dr. Liz and AW, Neaksis and I filled one out special for Mom. (We don't want her getting jealous, you know. And now I'm her favorite because it was my idea.)
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Ask your child the following questions and write their EXACT answers. No cheating! Seriously...do this one and send it back to me. Neak is 96, Neaksis was born 6 years after Neak. (How old do they think this makes me?)
1. What is something I always say to you? Neak: Montana, bah! Neaksis: You’re my favorite! (They both whine incessantly, “I’m Mom’s favorite.”)
2. What makes me happy? Neak: Me. Neaksis: Me. (Is there an echo in here? In here? In heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere?)
3. What makes me sad? Neak: Neaksis. Neaksis: Neaki.
4. How do I make you laugh? Neak: Sending me political cartoons. Neaksis: Acting like you’re mad at me, but you’re really not. (She STILL thinks it’s acting?)
5. What do you think I was like as a child? Neak: Precocious. Loquacious. Precarious. (I think you meant “precious”. Didn’t you? I’m sure you did. ) Neaksis: Wonderful. (Too bad you girls weren’t around to tell that to your grandpa. Might’ve saved me a BUNCH of spankings!)
6. How old am I? Neak: About 24 years older than 96. Neaksis: 62
7. How tall am I? Neak: Not sure – I haven’t measured up to my shoulder lately. Neaksis: Shorter than me. (“Tall” is measured in power, not inches, in case you hadn’t noticed.)
8. What is my favorite thing to do? Neak: School with Mr. C. Neaksis: Spend time with me. (Au contraire to the both of you…)
9. What do I do when you're not around? Neak: It usually seems to involve Baskin Robbins. (And you wonder why I don’t bring you treats!) Neaksis: Cry. (Big blabbermouth)
10. If I become famous, what will it be for? Neak: Playing the piano and singing. Neaksis: A stand-up comedian.
11. What am I really good at? Neak: Making bread. Neaksis: Producing youngest daughters.
12. What am I not really good at? Neak: Waiting. Neaksis: Producing any of those older offspring.
13. What is my job? Neak: To laugh when I make a funny. Neaksis: To hold us all together. (Great—now I’m paste.) ((Neak says – see? Neaksis says you’re ready for the glue factory. That’s why I’m your favorite. ))
14. What is my favorite food? Neak: King Tsin, rubber noodles, won tons, egg rolls, mint chocolate chip ice cream. Neaksis: Japanese Aunty food.
15. What makes you proud of me? Neak: You brang us up good! Neaksis: It’s so hard to choose.
16. What do you and I do together? Neak: Watch TV. (Neak--Just kidding – I’m still stinging from The Princess’ answer to this one. *pout*) Neaksis: Gossip about Neak. (I’d be watching my back from here on out, Little Sister.)
17. How are we the same? Neak: We are both related to Neaksis. And we like MB. Neaksis: We both think I’m wonderful. (I’m beginning to detect a Theme...)
18. How are you and I different? Neak: I’m 96, and you’re…not. Neaksis: We’re not. (How scary for you)
19. How do you know that I love you? Neak: Because you watch my kids even when it’s inconvenient. Neaksis: Because you put up with me.
20. Where is my favorite place to go? Neak: Barnes and Noble. Neaksis: Anywhere with Dad. (Put my eyes on the rotisserie and start the fire!)
first rella's joke ........... I was sitting here quietly drinking... luckily for me luke warm coffee ... when I read it. not ONLY did I spurt it out my nose it went straight into my cup again YUCK!!! I just did not expect rella to tell that joke lol I just about wet myself
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17. How are we the same? Neak: We are both related to Neaksis. And we like MB. Neaksis: We both think I’m wonderful. (I’m beginning to detect a Theme...)
what have you started Neak ? lol
Liz is doing band things tonight at a place in the city.... old reserve bank building .... I don't think it was ghost hunting but who knows with the wild one ..... its something called wi fi or hi or bi or something 2 I think. well its sounds like that any way. Singing for the night shoppers I suppose. I'm not sure why. Its just something she had to do like climb the next hill maybe.
I still don't know exactly what that is but its local bands and music people in an old building in the night life area of the city entertaining people. I'm afraid I was a bit distracted the last few days. :crosseyedcrazy:
it probably has something to do with ipods or wifi or those techy bits and pieces I suppose????????????? There are times were I can't keep up with that girl.
she is 'apparently' .... that's an IN word these days for the older Gen Y people ... I can quote from the pub scene paper .... I learn lots about her in that “I’m going to like try a little bit of random experimentation tomorrow and also use a few old faithfuls to back me up if it doesn’t work out like,” the bluesrocker said in her delightful Irish accent.
I bags NOT telling her Nan that her accent is "delightful".
Actually, I'm thinking about getting some new flashers. :MrEEk: I wonder if The Diplomat will pose for the photos when he is here later this month? ....for my dd's graduation from high school/secondary school.....That thing she graduates from before heading off to a university.
You have to be careful with flashers - they can leave streaks.
So today I finished what will hopefully be my last parental notification. Blech.
Can't remember if I said anything on here, since I've been so out of it from this and the surgery. Anyhoo, Tuesday of last week, the Dervish blurted out during therapy that his 8yo classmate had said he was having sex with a 7yo classmate.
The 8yo was a victim of my nephew 2 years ago, and his parents refused to believe anything had happened. So, whether anything happened now or not, that does cast things in a very different light than being able to assume it was just kids talking.
There are many things about the whole handling of this that have left me rather irritated, though too much to go into right now.
Last night I was finally able to tell the mother of the 7yo, as well as the mother of the other boy involved in this conversation (who has spent the night back and forth with Nephew's victim and thus is at a very high risk if anything has been occurring).
I tried to get to the parents of the victim/possible abuser today, but their car was in and out of the parking lot so fast I didn't have time to walk up to it. I hoped they hadn't already heard something from someone else, but that is what Mom and Neaksis immediately thought, too.
So then I had to email the info, far less than ideal for something so sensitive, but it's that or wait till Monday, which is the next time I even have a chance to see them.
Now everybody else feels awful, but I feel oddly better. It was so hard to see them for the last 1 1/2 weeks and not say anything while the school went through their process. Grrr.
Neaksis and I had a yard sale today. We met a whole bunch of people who hadn't been to one of our sales before. For supper, Neaksis had toast with peanut butter, applesauce, and cinnamon, rolls with butter and jam, and cinnamon rolls for dessert.
We got rid of a few things, but so many more to go.
Hope you are getting REST, I'm sure YOU didn't lug things out for the yard sale because THAT would probably not be your docs orders would it
Sorry you have been dealing with some really emotional and stressful issues in regards to the possible abuse. That's not something I have had to get involved in. Thank God. But at least I know someone to ask now should that event ever happen.
Had some time last night at the old bank. After the gig I shared 2 bottles of wine, and had some Manoush - bit like a pizza, and O 'd on the hummus dip with Lebanese bread, garlic potato and shish with rice.
All the food was brought to us by my dear dear brother like friend Mahoud - son of Dad and Mums friend who own the Lebanese restaurant - and his OMG stunning looking fiancée Nadine who was talking like a mile a moment while feeding him little tid bits which was so cute like. (made note to self on that move lol)
Nadine said I was far too skinny to have babies - ever wanted to change the subject? and had brought along a HUGE GI-NORMOUS box of Lebanese sweets, heaven. Ok shoot me I'm slow to pick up and I LUV Baklawa. Baklawa with pistachio and cashew fillings, baked with butter and drenched in honey flavoured with rosewater, the best were the flower-shaped bokaj, squares of stuffed baked semolina called basma and the fried nut-stuffed kataifi rolls called burma. Oh yum - BURP - maybe JUST one more.
I waddled home about 10.00pm when Mum and Mikey strolled past - coincidence or what - with Mahouds mum Layla. WOW another 'coincidence'
Mahoud just looked at those three women and started laughing at me (the bast*** - I mean "MATE"). Aunty Layla 'just' happened to have a box of sweets to take home, ANOTHER coincidence I guess like?
I slept in to 11.00am, or it may have been Noon - something like that sort of.
I'm sure YOU didn't lug things out for the yard sale because THAT would probably not be your docs orders would it
Um, how could you even THINK such a thing???
Baklawa (usually spelled baklava here) is so yummy! It is pretty fattening, too. I am wondering if you should save it till your hubby comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah...
If you ever do have any questions about underage sex, please feel free to ask me. I will gladly answer without batting an eye. Just answering questions is easy! (Telling your friends that their 7yo's may have been having OS...not so easy.)
At the yard sa at Neaksis' house yesterday, she was sure having problems with her children. It must have been frustrating at times, but she handled it so beautifully it was still funny. My nephi-poo was going bonkers most of the day and finally got sent to bed early. Whereupon he started screeching, "NOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I WON'T GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sounds like a bad war slogan. Then muttering, "Prob'ly aren't gonna feed me anyway." The last I heard, he was about to get a nice long walk, since he was still too weak to go to his room.
My niecie-poo, manning the bake sale booth, around a lot of baked goods that day, had blanket permission to eat as many things as she wanted. (Presumably since she would have stolen like crazy anyway, and by giving permission took the fun out of it.) She kept wearing a pair of pants that had grown much too small. Neaksis kept telling her and telling her to go change. Always she would reappear in the same jeans. Finally, Neaksis said sternly, "If you want to take a nap, you can let me know by letting me see you in those jeans EVEN ONE MORE TIME!"
Niecie-poo showed up meekly wearing a pair of her own jeans a few minutes later. An hour or two passed before clever Neaksis, with her X-ray vision, discovered that the offending jeans were still in use, under the other pair. :crosseyedcrazy:
Just think, Neaksis gets to have barrels of monkeys worth of fun like this every day of the week!
I'd better go check on GP. He was mighty confused this morning to be told to get ready for church - but not in church clothes. I could almost see the smoke rising off his head. Hard to say what he might be doing now.
I was reading a mission story to the kids last night. It was set in Borneo, and the chief had earrings that stretched his earlobes down to his shoulders. The kids thought that was gross, so I Googled some of the other customs around the world that were even stranger so they could see pictures. I chose foot binding, Ubangi lips, and the Burmese neck rings. In the process of looking at foot binding, I found that they had some really interesting pictures. I'd never seen the feet unbound, and really don't remember seeing the shoes so plainly either. It had just been a theoretical concept, and the documentation was something else. They went to bed very glad to be Americans! My having the kids would ALSO explain why, in addition to my sudden interest in foot binding, Neak is able to be up and posting at this time of the morning...instead of her usual job of trying to herd cats!!
Oh, and as I reflect on it, I didn't really lift heavy stuff yesterday. Lots of little things. They said at the hospital that I wasn't on any lifting restrictions, but I have been so pathetically weak, lol, I have been my own restriction.
Neaksis did most of the setup Thurs nite while Mom and I took her kids up to the church and I talked to the poor parents. Yesterday I mostly sat around fanning myself and saying, "I am so tired!", Oh, and getting up when we had a customer to collect their money. (That was my favorite part.)
The whole waiting a week and a half to tell those parents was taking a serious toll on my system. Yesterday I was still tired from it, plus having one more notification to do. Today I feel the strongest and best I have since the surgery. I feel like I will recover much more quickly now.
And any time I might get tempted to think I'm fine, I have a steady bit of spotting to remind me otherwise. As long as it's there, I know something still needs to heal.
I don't want you to have to worry about me, oh dearest of singing doctors. I am officially on the mend, and will be very careful to see that I stay that way.
Oh, and GP was still in bed. Apparently the strain was too much for him.
I don't want you to have to worry about me, oh dearest of singing doctors. I am officially on the mend, and will be very careful to see that I stay that way.
Methinks I have heard the echo of that cry from one not here. Merry, have we already heard this tune? When was it played last? Hmm. Oh, I remember. Tis upon the sounding alarm of the Order of St John as they carried him from the field for was he not on the mend? Yea mightily did he quotetithe the verily same prose while yet was unmanned by the ill humours of the body and on his face did he lieith.
its 2.55am I'm drinking whiskey with my coffee and reading Shakespeare's Henry V :crosseyedcrazy: well a man-less girl has to do something to fill the night right?
And gentlemen in - well OTHER places - now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, well he better be.
so Neak DO take care you know the better you feel the more you do and - WHAM - you get sick again.
Mrs S make sure she sleeps and eats - just ground her lol
I think I'm going to bed but I'm not sure where it is , cuse me,
If you're reading Shakespeare, I'm surprised you aren't picking out tombstones for me.
I still remember the first time I saw anything of Shakespeare's on TV. Never before had I understood why they were "tragedies", until EVERYONE CROAKED!
Still, I'll be a good girl. Thanks to Mom and Neaksis, I got a nice nap today.
no tombstones, Lara Croft nicked it to pay for the wake
what about romance??? - From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
oh yes, the endings, well I always thought those two were losers
but do noo be a about a bit cat herdin awhiles. OR ELSE :twobyfour:
My modem died....the choice was order one for $40 from ATT and wait for it to arrive....or go to Best Buy and get one for $60 but not have to wait. I've been internet-less since Thursday - except for work.
I don't know if the deceased one might be resurrected....had no lights on.....none....seems all signs of life have gone out. It was 4 years old. I think it may be permanently fatal.
I sprained my wrist, scraped my leg and forehead, and wiped out my left hip and shoulder when I fell headfirst down the back stairs this morning--all 12 of them. I ended up with my head dangling out into the kitchen and both legs straight up the wall. i think my husband thought, initially, that I'd broken my stupid neck when I landed in a heap right next to him and breakfast! Certainly I hadn't heard that much alarm in his voice for years, if ever.There's a reason why you don't see many 61-year old stunt doubles...I don't feel too good right now! I'm thinking that I might not make it to church at all this week, since the more time that elapses from the crash, the worse I feel. I'm sure I won't be able to play the piano. Even typing is very painful, so I won't be writing much to anybody, either. The irony of it is that I was thinking, just as my foot slipped off the step, "Wouldn't it be nice to sleep at night even once, without so much pain?" So could you two help me out and let me take a pass on any responsibilities this week? Thanks, T&L
The casing is recyclable...as are many of the components.
Do you have curbside recycle?
Sort of....they take steel and aluminum cans, paper and cardboard, and types 1 and 2 plastics. Glass can be taken to a recycling center. That is all that is reasonably recyclable here.
Neak - do you sing the Raindrops/Lemondrops song to your kids?
It goes like this:
If all the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops Oh what a rain it would be Standing outside with my mouth open wide Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ahhhhh (sung with your tongue out and your mouth open) If all the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops Oh what a rain it would be
If all the snowflakes were chocolate bars and milkshakes Oh what a snow it would be! Standing outside with my mouth open wide Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ahhhhh (sung with your tongue out and your mouth open) If all the snowflakes were chocolate bars and milkshakes Oh what a snow it would be!
I need lines for orange and lime sherbert! Wouldn't that be fun for a summer part of the song? Or raspas (snowcones)...YUM! It's time for coconut raspas that make your tongue turn blue!
I sprained my wrist, scraped my leg and forehead, and wiped out my left hip and shoulder when I fell headfirst down the back stairs this morning--all 12 of them. I ended up with my head dangling out into the kitchen and both legs straight up the wall. i think my husband thought, initially, that I'd broken my stupid neck when I landed in a heap right next to him and breakfast! Certainly I hadn't heard that much alarm in his voice for years, if ever.There's a reason why you don't see many 61-year old stunt doubles...I don't feel too good right now! I'm thinking that I might not make it to church at all this week, since the more time that elapses from the crash, the worse I feel. I'm sure I won't be able to play the piano. Even typing is very painful, so I won't be writing much to anybody, either. The irony of it is that I was thinking, just as my foot slipped off the step, "Wouldn't it be nice to sleep at night even once, without so much pain?" So could you two help me out and let me take a pass on any responsibilities this week? Thanks, T&L
Neakie-poo < - - - Tattletale Extraordinaire
(Latin name: tattletalius extraordinarus)
YIKES
She should be seen by MD if she gets even a slight headache.
I haven't had any insurance for well over a year. Of course I didn't go to the hospital. I did, however, consult with a nurse (me! ) and an ex-Army medic with OPINIONS (The Clam). My health care professionals concluded that, except for the bruises, there were no breaks but only soft-tissue damage in my wrist, for which no medical intervention was possible except drugs and rest. So I took drugs...and went to town. I was going to drive myself, as I'd done right after the accident (I mean, like 3 minutes after the accident), to get into Lodi and take the car to the tire shop. I had fallen down on my way downstairs to the car, and had a deadline to meet, so once I was able to stand up I kept on going out the door. But I made the mistake of telling the girls that I'd had 2 episodes, since falling, of significant amounts of clear yellow "water" drain out of my right nostril, and they were bound and determined that I was leaking cerebro-spinal fluid from a traumatic hole somewhere deep in my skull...instead of the equally logical possibility that it's spring and I'm allergic to it. I finally agreed to let their dad drive me, just to shut them up. And much as I hate to admit it, that turned out to be a good idea, because by the time we got in there my hand hurt so badly that I was glad I wasn't expected to grab a steering wheel with fingers that wouldn't bend, attached to a wrist that wouldn't rotate.
I spent a perfectly MISERABLE evening until I hit on the idea of taking Motrin along with my two Tyl #3s, like the doctor told me to do after my foot surgery, when narcotics were insufficient to deal with the post-op pain. That brought the pain level down to just-tolerable levels. The girls came over and brought me flowers (pulled off my own bushes on the way into the house ), all the grandchildren (including the one who told everyone I had "brain juice" coming out of my nose! :crosseyedcrazy: ), and Neak's leftover Vicodin from her surgery. Unfortunately, I'd taken the T-3s just a little while before, so I had to wait until 10 last night to try them. They did NOT help much more than the T-3s, but I took them again at 2AM, along with a 2nd dose of Motrin 800mg, and was able to sleep reasonably well after that. I then went 8 hrs. without any pain meds until this morning when I took just the Motrin. So, all-in-all, I am feeling WAY better today than yesterday, and significantly better than I expected to feel. I removed the Ace bandage this morning, too, and am doing OK without it. The swelling is down some, and I think I'm finally showing a bruise on my hand. You have NO idea how offended I was to have that much pain in my immobilized hand, and not a single bruise to show for it!! It's very red today, and ought to have a nice rainbow hue by the weekend.
I can't say I feel terrific this morning, except by comparison to yesterday. My shoulder and hip bruises are coming along nicely, but the one on my forehead is covered by my hair. I've even progressed to the place I think I'll put some pants on again. Had to give that up yesterday when I couldn't get them up OR down! So really, I'm rocketing towards recovery just as fast as can be, although I will have to say that yesterday's incident has pretty well answered the question that has been rolling about in my mind later--about whether my dad should be moved into the upstairs or the downstairs when he comes to live with me in the next month or so!! I can't imagine that a fall like that would help him at all!!!
NEVER trust a nurse to self diagnose ! We are notorious for minimizing our symptoms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ from my standard advice file after closed head injury ~~~~~~~~~~~
A concussion is a kind of injury to the brain that occurs when the head receives a hard blow. The impact can jar or shake the brain against the skull, interrupting the brain's normal activities. Although you may have cuts or bruises on your head or face, you may have no other visible signs of a brain injury. In most cases, damage to the brain from a concussion cannot be seen in tests such as a CT or MRI scan.
For a few weeks, you may have low energy, dizziness, trouble sleeping, a headache, ringing in your ears, or nausea. You may also feel anxious, irritable, or depressed. You may have problems with memory and concentration. These symptoms are common after a concussion and should slowly improve over time, sometimes taking weeks or even months. Someone who lives with you should know how to care for you. Please share this and all information with a caregiver who will be available to help if needed.
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TL will be pissed off at me, I know, but I care not
Well, it really wasn't so much of a blow as a slide. The blow was to my hand and shoulder, when I reached out (most unsuccessfully, I might add) to break my fall. All I have on my head is some rug burn. Plus, I had a good share of those symptoms long before I fell down, go BOOM! I will say that if what I did to my head causes any real damage, it's a doggone miracle that any child on the planet ever survives to be an adult...because my old noggin didn't take any of the brunt of my landing. It just scraped the carpet on the way down. I feel FINE. I'm not confused at sdioufpeowqir 1eiudfi diekladf;lkew9i dasfikfdsi;fa;jsf sda.
I don't know what a "smurfy day" would be like. If it would be a "blue" day, my shoulder would be having one, as long as red and purple overtones are allowed.
tl I am SO sorry you had a fall and had clear brain fluid dripping out of your nose
and please do look after yourself... no silly things dear one!!
I wish I could have been here to console you however I was away in the south of the state ........ sitting in a restaurant ... drinking a glass of merlot .... with some fillets of King George Whiting drowned in a Bernaise sauce .... and then had cooked while I waited profiteroles with Kahlua custard .... but now I feel even more guilty then before.
But I felt guilty before as Mikey was sick and I had to leave him with Dr Liz .......... who by the way was looking tired worn and desperate when I got home tonight .... something about being up every 20 mins for 48 hours with a crying child who was 'ick' ....poor Mikey ...see feel even more GUILTY now.
Since I was playing the piano and there to practice every day, Mr. C was allowed to take part with the Princess, Dervish, and Val. Of course there were other kids too, but they were not nearly as important.
"Ahhhh, what a day to be a tree!" Young Dervish started the whole play off with rapturous exclamations of how wonderful it was to be a tree in the forest. He and "Chester" were adorable together.
The girls' solos were beautiful, and you would hardly have suspected the days of feuding that led up to their angelic little voices soaring above the orchestra.
Ah yes, we had a live orchestra. We'll come back to that in a moment. There was one teeny little phrase where Val disregarded the identical advice her mother and I had separately given to her, and it didn't sound like it worked out too well for her. Fortunately I am a big enough person that I didn't feel at all smug. (Ha - we all know better than that one, don't we?) But I am pleased to report that the second and third times she sang the tricky part, she did what we suggested and sounded lovely.
And Mr. C, aka The Woodcutter's Assistant, executed his part with flair, but thankfully minus the overacted hunk of ham he had started rehearsals with. Scene-stealing, ad libbing jokes over the lines of established characters... In the end he integrated himself seamlessly into the ensemble cast.
So the orchestra. The strings hadn't been able to make any practices at all, though I had practiced Thursday evening with the 2 guitars and 1 banjo. Oh, and the song where I played the tuba went great! No clue how the recording picked up the instruments, but live it was fantastic. Pizzicato strings, rousing banjo, and oom pah pahs.
When I practiced with the guitars, one of the songs they were supposed to play the second verse by themselves, as the only accompaniment for the soloist. It had been a hard page turn for me there, so I was glad to let them have it. And, since I wouldn't need those two pages anymore, I taped them together to make it easier to turn the page.
Not until I was playing the song did I really start having misgivings about whether or not I should have taped the pages together? What if the guitars forgot? No, no, they won't forget.
Just at the right time I paused to let them take over. Silence.
No way to untape it - I had used sturdy packing tape, having lots of that on hand just now. In for a penny, in for a pound. I plunged on by memory, not perfectly but not disgracefully, either. How grateful I was at that moment for the days of rehearsal.
Right after that song, it was time to take up the offering. I relaxed. This was going to be easy! The strings and guitars and everybody were going to play "Let All Things Now Living" (tune from "The Ash Grove"), while I just played a few arpeggios on the piano as a backdrop. I had even had a chance to practice a bit. What could be simpler?
Were the strings starting first? No, they were looking at me. Fine, fine. I plunked out an intro. It was rather puzzling, but they didn't join me the way I expected. I could hear the guitars playing softly, but no one had the melody. Fine, I wasn't expecting that, but I suppose I can play the melody myself till someone else joins me.
And then there is the play's director standing beside me, putting several more pages of music up for me. Very calmly, "Whenever it's a good time for you, could you please modulate into the key of D?" (I was in F.)
We played it together the second time through, the strings and I.
Neaksis said she knew something had happened by the way we were all grinning at each other afterwards, but didn't really know what was wrong.
It was the climax of the play, where each of the 3 trees learns how their dream really did come true. And then, the most touching moment of all, where Val came forward carrying a cross, to explain that her dream had come true....that now she would always point the way to heaven.
Except that her cross, a good 8 or 10 feet tall, tangled in the manzanita branches of Mrs. Silva, a large and wise old tree. So I am playing beautiful and touching background music to wring tears from every eye, and there is Val, caught in the branches, grunt, push, pull, tug, thwackety thwackety thwackety.
Thus the play came to a very memorable end.
Epilogue
Then the children went and ate lots of goodies, had a hyper evening, and keeled over at 10:30 pm, still twitching.
Well, Val wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble--if ANY--in maneuvering her cross if she hadn't paused to hiss a scowling "Shut UP!" at the Dervish (in response to some juvenile, idiotic, and doubtless provoking remark he made as she passed him in the front row), thus failing to watch where she was going just long enough to blunder into the easily-avoidable tree branches looming ahead.
Oddly enough, she didn't take well to my pointing this simple fact out to her. Warmly, yes, but not well... However, when she denied saying it, I simply pointed out that I was well able to read her lips, even from the back of the room.
A minute ago I was amazed to see "i love you mom!" written on my leg in permanent ink marker. The little rat, uh, rascal sneaked over and drew it on while I was talking on the phone to AJ, instead of being in bed WHERE HE BELONGED!!!
Does it bode well for my mommy abilities that I was able to decipher/understand that?
Nothin' worse then netls pokin' yer butt.
Speaking of, the bull nettles are blooming here. They are SO pretty...but God gave 'em some king heyall protection from little hands wanting to take home a pretty to mommy! I think they are worse'n poison oak!
Kimmy, next door has a snake and it absolutely stinks. Snake poo is so strong it smells like the boys toilets at school on a hot summers day. Luckily it doesn't poo everyday! So unless you have a shed for it outside - DON'T DO IT.
I have an interesting bit to add about that email. Neaksis and I were both very surprised to learn that the correct pronunciation for "netl" is NEE-tull. You know, as in a sewing netl.
Neak, make a photo of the leg....keep it to remind him, when he decides he doesn't love you, that he has already stated that he does love you.
I do not want a netl piercing my anything. I don't want video cameras in my innards, either. I've already had 3 of them since the first of November. I think I have another one due in early July.
Can you imagine the jewelry someone who has been pierced in that are might select? Would they choose studs? Hoops? Dangly jewelry? Hmmmm?
Just wear hiking boots and jeans and you'll be fine against that kind of snake. They have little mouths...I just didn't want to have my petite fingers anywhere near his little mouth.
Any o'y'all ever wish we could get together and just sit. No need for convo, we're too comfy for that...less someone's got somethin' on their mind. Just sit.
The sheriff just got there to talk to her and the kids.
Basically, her oldest has been getting worse and worse, cussing his teacher, refusing to do anything for school, refusing to participate in therapy, then even refusing to go to therapy and running off so she couldn't drag him along. Monday he ran away but came back shortly before the storm blew in. It's just been one thing after another.
Even with all that, and talking (this week alone) to the teacher, school administrator, therapist, old social worker from when the kids were still fostering, CPS twice and the sheriff's dpt a whole bunch of times, nothing was enough for them to do anything.
So today he refused to go to church and she stayed home the first half of the day. He also refused to get in the car and go up to the church for the social and party and stuff, so finally she left, house locked up tight and a sleeping bag and food left for him. He was out running the neighborhood.
When she came home he had locked her out of the house and left a knife on the front porch.
So at last, at long long last, a deputy is there to talk to her about it. If that's not enough to 5150 him I'm going to be furious. So I'll let you know when I hear back from her.
They did not 5150 him. It "wasn't enough". They took a report and filed him as an unruly minor. It sounds as if he'll have to go on probation.
It's not enough. It's nowhere near enough to make an impression on him the way he is right now. They just don't get it.
Hooray for another triumph of the system.
Thanks be to God that He's not limited by career bureaucrats and impotent officialdom. The system has totally let Neaksis down. He hasn't, and He never sleeps.
I could just not believe that Neak. That boy NEEDS that kind of penalty because nothing else seems to get his attention when he's RADing. It is not helping him at all by letting him off. I bet they think they are 'helping' him and being 'understanding'.... sneaking suspicion says too hard to deal with attitude.
But if I hadn't had it all explained to me I suppose I would think like those other public servants. I have spent years lernin' the public service...... Never make a decision if you can avoid it .... if you can't... get someone else to sign off on it .... if you cant do that... leave so many if's buts and howevers that no one really understands what you have said.
But seriously it was not a good decision... do they want a another young troubled young man involved in trouble making???? He needs real help and sometimes its going to be tough love help.
But as I am sure Neaksis would say ...its in Gods hands.
Of course it would be nice if we got a its ok I'm working on it from the man above wouldn't it?
Feel a bit like treading water here right now... making sure no one sinks below the surface. But Mikey is happy and keeps me wayyyyyyyyyyy too busy to think too much. Its only 7.20pm and he's asleep... daylight still outside.
Shhhhhhhhhhhh don't make any loud noises.
Hope all are doing well and that Halloween was not too traumatic with all those darlings high on sugar
A quick update on Neaksis: she has become involved in a shacking up of convenience. A male friend of the family (much older than she is) has moved in with her for a few days to keep the violence levels down. It has worked well - DS15 simmered down and accessed a functioning level of fakeness while he's there. He has to leave tomorrow, and Mom won't be home yet, so please continue in prayer anyway. It has given Neaksis a much-needed respite, even if she's caught quite a bit of good-natured teasing from us.
The Dervish just walked past me carrying a drawer of legos. "What are you doing with that, Dervish?"
"I'm going to make something magical while I go to the bathroom."
This is tl-too lazy to log out and log back in as myself. He's not THAT much older than she is, which could be why we haven't put an announcement about it in the church paper. He is WAY older than the RADdish, however, and considerably bigger. It's amazing how compliant a kid can be when he's outweighed, outgunned, and outmaneuvered! No, RADdish, don't thank me. Really! Setting this up to help out your wonderful mom was all your dear granny's extreme pleasure.
I THOUGHT I bought the farm once, but as it turned out, I just bought a lengthy hospital stay. Not sure which is best.
Mom is on her way to the house where she will be staying until she comes home again.
That's kind of like saying "It will last until it runs out." Or "I'm always happy unless I'm not."
I mean....... shucks.......... why is she staying there? How come she's not home NOW? Where does Mozart figure into this? What does the dervish think about virtual private networks?
Sorry FF, I only thought about it on the way home. I barely thought to email 2long the night before I left. Turns out he lives about 1.3 miles from where I was staying. About 5 minutes if you don't get lost. (it took me 20, and yes, I got lost.)
I was (like many men) concentrating on the task at hand. My W always said I had a one track mind. That's why I don't talk on the phone while I drive. <grin>
Maybe we can put together a group lunch, dinner or something next time I am there. You want to coordinate it?
And of course, I want to know how you are. Good? Bad? In between?
Because her home is here now, and that other place is just marking time till she gets to her real home. (Warning: the views expressed in this program may not be the views of tl.)
In its favor, the house where she is still staying in CA, is warmer and has no access for pigeons to get in and leave their castings all over the upstairs. Hey, it's a starter home, and the pigeons started there first.
Dad still has never actually said that he's moving here. Now that he's bought a house, he still doesn't have to say anything. That is the German way.
AJ is doing very well. His job is going great, but keeps him too busy to have many adventures. He is delighted to have us out there at last, and sad that today is his first day in several weeks to come home and have no mommy and daddy there. He loves them, and always hates to see them go.
(Very soon that will not be a problem!!!!!!!!!!!)
He is also so relieved to have my health difficulties resolved, and on their way to a permanent mend. And it's amazing who he runs into out here...last Friday evening he ran into a man he knew from his executive protection days in the Bay area. The man used to bring fuel in to the refinery where AJ did terrorist abatement stuff, and remembered him. He still works for the same company, but now locally out here.
Now he's on his way home, but drooling over the biscuits and gravy that are waiting for him. I'm pretty sure biscuits and gravy are a top EN for him.
Oh, and glad you liked the link - AJ loves the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and introduced it to us. He also is very jealous of people who put up the light shows with the TSO soundtrack.
Neak its so good to see that tl was so enthused by the idea of living near you that all that cold was just nothing to her.
I am about 230 km from Perth tonight in the south of the state all by my lonesome and far from all the drama. Liz is doing mummy service while I am working..... and drinking a glass of wine
Neak its so good to see that tl was so enthused by the idea of living near you that all that cold was just nothing to her.
Sounds like you're having a good time, though!
Got an email from Mom this morning...
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Well, we're up, dressed, and ready to hit the road at a remarkably early hour, in spite of a late stop. Why? Did anyone ask? Well, when your dad got up to pee at about 6AM, your GP was not in the room. I had seen a light shine briefly at an unknown time earlier in the night, but it looked like the bathroom door closing, and I was so tired I didn't get up to told his hand while he "went". I called the front desk, and sure enough, he was there--down 3 flights of stairs and in the lobby...with the desk clerk, wet pants, and a policeman who had been called after he arrived at 4AM and didn't know where he was or where he should go. I have a feeling that your dad, who was the one who went downstairs (being better dressed than I) did less explaining than I would've done. But the upshot is that we're starting out much earlier than we had expected, and will be leaving New Mexico soon, according to GP.
I think we'll have to barricade the door tonight. Slow him down!
poor tl .... she never got to explain it all too the nice policeman and desk clerk
but my Jacobs Creek sparkling Moscato is very nice indeedy. Had oysters which I am not particularly fond of but these were nice.. kilpatrick style... then a tender sliced rib steak with peppercorns..yummy... then rubbarb and Apple pie with icecream
fellow worker Julie had brushetta and fish & chips and then a choc tart with cream
we are so naughty .... diets are right out the window tonight
Maybe we can put together a group lunch, dinner or something next time I am there. You want to coordinate it?
And of course, I want to know how you are. Good? Bad? In between?
SS
I understand, SS it was a bit of a tease! I would LOVE to coordinate a lunch when you come out again. Just give me a shout out, I think you have my email. If you don't my throw away email addy is in my profile.
I am doing pretty well. I am up and down emotionally with all I have going on in my life. Never enough time to really do much about our R. Sometimes we do well and sometimes we just exist. Visitation with OC adds even more stress and less time for "us".
Kidding aside, they have plenty to do before they can move. I keep hoping they'll send Neaksis to me in the spring to get their house ready for them, except for the carpentry/repairs. She could use a vacation.
AW, any other day GP complains bitterly when dragged out of bed before a decent hour. (And a decent hour to him is pretty late.) But time just flies when you're in New Mexico.
We need to start an office pool how long it will take before Dad comes back out here with another load of stuff - his, this time.
He was so cute...every few minutes someone would ask a kid, "Where's your grandpa?" "Oh, he said he was going back over to his house again." Then he'd be back, and a couple minutes later he'd be gone again.
So my bet is for sometime between now and Christmas. Who's next?
Something interesting I got today from my uncle...
I love that this shows us the real meaning behind the words we learned as children and often recite mindlessly.
THE LORD'S PRAYER
Rather cleverly done.This is in two parts, the suppliant's prayer and GOD in response. It is very, very good.
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Suppliant-- Our Father Who Art In Heaven.
God-- Yes?
Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.
But -- you called ME!
Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven.
There -- you did it again!
Did what?
Called ME. You said, "Our Father who art in Heaven". Well, here I AM..What's on your mind?
But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good,kind of like fulfilling a duty.
Well, all right. Go on.
Okay, Hallowed be thy name.
Hold it right there. What do you mean by that?
By what?
By "Hallowed be thy name."
It means, it means . . good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the world should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?
It means honored, holy, wonderful.
Hey, that makes sense.. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.
Do you really mean that?
Sure, why not?
What are you doing about it?
Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control, of everything down here like you have up there. We're kinda in a mess down here you know.
Yes, I know; but, have I got control of you?
Well, I go to church.
That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money--all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read ?
Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those People at church!
Excuse ME.. I thought you were praying for my will to be done. If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you -- for example..
Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.
So could I.
I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.
Good. Now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together -- You and ME. I'm proud of You..
Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread.
You need to cut out the bread.. You're overweight as it is.
Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.
Praying is a dangerous thing. You just might get what you ask for. Remember, you called ME -- and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying. ( pause . . ) Well, go on.
I'm scared to.
Scared? Of what?
I know what you'll say.
Try ME.
Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.
What about Ann?
See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!
But -- your prayer --What about your prayer?
I didn't -- mean it..
Well, at least you're honest. But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness and resentment isn't it?
Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born.
No, you won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. You know how unhappy you are -- Well, I can change that.
You can? How?
Forgive Ann. Then, I'll forgive you; And the hate and the sin, will be Ann's problem -- not yours. You will have settled the problem as far as you are concerned.
Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge, I want to be right with You . . (sigh). All right, all right . . I forgive her. There now!
Wonderful! How do you feel?
Hmmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much rest, you know.
Yeah, I know. But, you're not through with your prayer, are you? Go on.
Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.
What do you mean by that?
You know what I mean.
Yeah. I know.
Okay. Go ahead. Finish your prayer.
For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.
Do you know what would bring me glory -- What would really make me happy?
No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a mess of things. I want to truly follow you.. I can see now how great that would be. So, tell me . . . How do I make you happy?
He's having a devil of a time at work (literally, the devil has corrupted most of the higher ups in the agency - and they make it h-e-double-hockey-sticks for those who don't follow their lead).
T&L have to say that was very good and I did have some smiles reading it.... as well as red cheeks... I think we all like to sometimes give lip service to prayer... pardon the pun... and not actually live it.
Not been around much.... frankly exhausted and living on worries with oldest son... but as my DD says nothing that a good surgeon won't be fixing. However I agree with the field nurse who informed all that he swears 'really well' and impressed her no end
he's doped up quite a bit of the time and tells us to F off a lot but we know its not him really... still a bit hard to take though. Of course not just the F word but so many others. I'm almost certain I didn't teach him any of those words
However we are learning some interesting tales. Doesn't pay to talk in your sleep with your mum around It took us a day or two to piece this together.... Seems there were these 3 young officers of which one was my son... and one who was dating a nurse at the base. The nurse got so drunk one night she gave the officer in charge of her such a bad time that she was arrested. She got 4 nights confinement after working the day shifts. They had no where to lock her up but in this very large room which was used a linen storage room. In went a camp bed and instant lock up.
So my sons mate woke him and another officer up at about midnight and told them to come help him break his girlfriend out. The room had bars on the windows secured by coach bolts so the three of them took a ladder from store... my son climbed up and undid the coach screws and his mate got his girlfriend out and ran back to his billet. He got them them up at 5am again and reversed the whole thing. Did it three nights running and no one was caught.
I think someone takes after his dad FAR too much if you ask me
DD has taken off to the bush with a girlfriend or two to attend one of her girlfriends birthday party in Katanning... a farming town down south. They were all "awhisper" about their friend turning .. oh my gosh .... 22!!!! why don't they just order the zimmer frame now and guide dog ....
sorry just going to press my bell for the home care worker to lead me to bed
Today I had the unique pleasure of waking up from one of my "I'm-not-26-anymore" tests and finding that my xh's niece (used to think of her as my niece) was my nurse. It was sort of nice to see her but I would rather have seen her in another setting.
Shhhhhh. Don't let them hear a word you're saying. It was designed to launch BB size plastic pellets, and they modified it to "shoot" golf balls and watch them roll lazily across the floor.
Still, it's only a matter of time before they look to build a larger model. I think I'm going to tell them, for the medieval history we're studying, that in the ancient days they took catapults "no larger than the one you're holding, and attacked large cities. It didn't work out too well for them."
Unfortunately, they've probably already studied enough not to believe me.
I'm not going to be hummy for eons now. As usual, the Wookie bought more food than could be consumed at once and we will have leftovers till 2012, I think.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away my Wookie was the King of Christmas lights.
Then, the King turned into a froggy Grinch for a few years. No lights at all.
Well, I'm happy and a little scared to announce that the last of the frog is gone!
You all are all invited to my house to see the lights this year. This year he went ape-poo crazy. We've got caroling snowmen and penguins on the roof, LED lights limning the roof, ginormous candy canes lining the sidewalk, lighted moving deer grazing in the lawn, lolipops and candy canes lining the lawn, and all the front windows and bushes lit.
It's all uber cool...but I just couldn't watch when he backed the pickup up to the house and put the ladder in the bed so it could reach the 2nd story.
You
Might
Be
A
Redneck
IF.........
No, I couldn't watch....I was busy inside calling our homeowners insurance to see what all it covered.
Men and their toys .... I made the mistake today of asking Aussie when he was going to set up Mikeys train set from last Christmas.... yes you guessed it .. he's been building it ever since .... then along comes Jonny who says I quote " wotcha doin old man" reply grunt ' 'ain ' .... the two of them are still at it ... its 7.30 at night ... Mikey is playing with 3 pieces of track and a engine ....... sure .. "Mikeys' train .. yeah right.
I popped on to see if Tiger Woods would be a HUGE topic of discussion.
I am glad to see he is not.
How have I been? GREAT!
I made a Green Lantern costume for Halloween. My DSs are all doing GREAT! I am no longer shackled to a dysfunctional individual - though she still sometimes calls for help.
I gotta tell ya. I REALLY wanted to work out my marriage when I was going through it. But 5? 6? years later? I am SO glad it ended. I don't think we would ever be equal partners.
For the 39-1/2 years that I have been married, I have always wanted to decorate the outside our our house with lights and stuff for Christmas. I don't care so much for the blow-up stuff, but I wanted our house to look classy and cheerful.
Lord Clueless is the ultimate Scrooge. He doesn't care about any kind of Christmas decor.
The most I've ever done is to hang lighted garlands with a wreat hanging on them across the two double windows facing the driveway, put the wreath on the door, and put a few lights on the bushes under the windows. Haven't done that for the past 7-8 years or so due to lack of time. Now, I'm not working and I WANT to put them up again, but with my arthritic hip and knee (and my propensity for falling nowadays), I'm kinda thinking that I might oughta stay off a ladder!
Since my son remarried 6 years ago, our family Christmas has been screwed up because my DiL only has an hour or two to spare from being over at HER folks, who live a whopping 3 miles from us. As a result, nobody except our son wants to sit down and eat Christmas supper with us because they are full from stuffing themselves full of junk at her mother's, and it's all about "hurry up and open the presents so we can leave". Compromise doesn't work, as everything has to be worked around what HER family's plans are.
Now, MY family holiday celebration is also changed, as my 93yo mom is now in assisted living, so no more Christmases at Big Mama's house. Instead, we're all going out to eat at a catfish place on Thursday night.
Ho, ho, ho.
I am SO not in the Christmas spirit! I only have a few gifts to wrap so far, and haven't even STARTED on the things I want to make.
Not to mention...I wanted to set up a tree with my Christmas village in it. This involves using a tree that can have every other layer of branches removed. I have my old tree that will work, only my H either lost or threw away the base and the bottom part of the pole to it! AAAARGH!
I will cook and my H, DD, maybe her son, and I will have Christmas dinner. Four of us, instead of the ten of us that it should be! I hope DGS#3 is up to making enough noise for the other 4 grandkids!
It's not going to end Neak. It's never going to end.
We went driving around looking at lights with the kids and one yard had a whole Precious Moments manger scene - all hand done. It was too cute and sweet for color tv.
The Wookie turned to me and said we can chuck the Santa's candy shop scene (that's what our yard is) and if I draw the templates and paint he'll do the wood work and lighting next year.
Before all of this *I* wanted a manger scene but got outvoted by the mini-majority and their Hairy Leader. Hairy Leader cajoled me saying that it's for the kids and when they move out (like that's one the horizon - pft) I can have what *I* want.
It's a cause for justifiable homicide, that's what it is.
NCW did you see the Punkin Chunkin on the Science Channel during Thanksgiving? Couldn't see the ad without thinking of you and your boys.
LadyC, there is actually a light up sign in our yard that says Scrooge Lives Here. My neighbor's kid pointed out that our yard was anything but Scroogey.
Anyway, there's pics on FB for those who want to see.
NCW and lady C good to hear from you... the Christmas cheer will appear I am sure.
SS it's good to know nothing.... you can come work for the public service .. we specialise in that
Kimmy you gotta let that man have some toys ... and a HUGE shed with lots of "things" in it.
Neak do your sheets freeze on the line? I know it's off Xmas subject but I always wondered. Anyway are you going to get a white Xmas do you think????
I woke up about 4 am today.. leap out of bed looking for my cricket bat .. some noise woke me... as my blurred mind cleared I realise it was this bloke next to me in bed .... Aussie was snoring not... badly but enough to disturb me ... he and Jonny have slight cold like nasal symptoms ... anyway I was up so I thought I'd go get a drink and then go back to bed ... poor dog was looking at me reproachfully .... coming from the other end of the house was another snoring chainsaw ... I'm sure the dog would have put it's paws over its ears if it could have. I went looking for those foam earplugs I wear to Liz's concerts ... so much better ... what did you say ?? what??? We actually slept in to 9am
then the tornado hit the room ... daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy ..plays with me.. NOW!! ,, Mummy... I'm 'ung-ry ... good to see he's clear on the service delivery aspect of the household
My Wookie snores so bad that when he's NOT there it keeps me up.
Do you guys have a nighttime med called TheraFlu there? It does WONDERS for snoring (but only if no one has been drinking...drinking snores are incurable I think).
Two of the houses last night had the machine hooked to their lights that twinkle the lights in time to MUSIC.
He says NEXT YEAR he's buying that gizmo - I'd talked him out of it this year.
Kimmy, I actually HAVE one of those machines, left over from when I closed my store in October. IF I get my garlands up (still debating whether to get up on a ladder or not) and get lights on my shrubbery on the end of the house, I might just hook 'em up to that machine. I gave one machine to my son, but I don't think he's put his lights up yet. However, given his desire to out-do the folks where he lives, I figure that he'll eventually get it up and going. One of his friends put up lights all over his house this year, so I'm sure DS will have to out-do him!
As for my blue funk that I have goin' on, I finally did what I always do when my blue funks get bad enough. I CUT OFF MY HAIR! I got it really SHORT, too!
I think I have turned into Scrooge, and I need to rein Scrooge in, cuz right now, Scrooge wants to tell a few people off! Which is, of course, a terrible idea and would accomplish exactly nothing!
I did see Punkin' Chunkin'. It's cool. But I think if I had the money to build something like that, I'd donate it to a worthy cause. My chunker is big enough to be fun, but small enough to be reasonable.
Watched it with mom, now SHE has the bug, so we plan on attending in 2010.
Personally, my light show is pretty reserved. We are all Halloween crazy at the Walker house. Having said that, mom promptly slaved me out to all the neighborhood women to put up THEIR lights. So decorations I OWN - meh. But decorations I DID - ROCK!
Yes, you're right. That particular aphorism IS off-topic. That's why I had to adapt it to fit the little nincompoop--I mean, my darling youngest grandson --and his current circumstances. It's very ironic, given his tendency to hassle the cat, that he got nailed while he was fast asleep just because the cat got scared by the dog and used the Dervish for a springboard to freedom.
You think I should be more sympathetic? Sorry, you must be thinking of some other Grandma...
Mom and Dad are on the way as I type this. This is the first time my dad will walk into our house since...well, since a long time ago. Am BERRY EXCITED...and the kids are too. They couldn't hop out of bed fast enough this morning.
It's going to be a FULL Christmas at our house. I'm so PSYCHED!
I know it's bad for me to be happy about this, but my SIL's well collapsed and they are all coming to Christmas Eve to spend Christmas with us (she ALWAYS hosts Christmas). They dropped off the first load of gifts at our house this weekend and showered and cleaned up and will be dropping more this week. It already looks like Santa's workshop threw up in my front room...
I
Love
It!
It's messy and colorful and wonderful and cool and I love it.
Its getting to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go .... well here anyway
torrential rains of up to 100mm with flooding while scorching heat is also expected from cyclone Laurence in the north... nice storm in the south.... 42 in Perth with high humidity ..... yep .....Christmas
AW, if you happen to see this here first, I have emailed an urgent info request for your young Dr. if she could spare a moment. I sent it to both of you so hopefully she would see it sooner.
I tired these recipes this year and they were so yummy and meat was so tender I had to check to make sure it me that cooked it!!!
Roast Pork 2 tablespoons fennel seeds 1 tablespoon sea or rock salt 2 fennel bulbs, trimmed and roughly chopped 4 medium carrots, peeled and roughly chopped 3 onions peeled and roughly chopped 1 bulb of garlic, cloves unpeeled and roughly smashed Bunch of fresh thyme 1 11�13 lb piece of pork shoulder on the bone, preferably free-range or organic, skin scored Olive oil 750ml bottle of white wine alc or non alc no matter 1 pint chicken or vegetable stock
1. Preheat your oven to maximum. 2. Smash the fennel seeds with the salt in a pestle and mortar until fine. 3. Put the roughly chopped vegetables, garlic, and thyme sprigs into a large roasting pan. 4. Pat the pork shoulder with olive oil and sit it on top of the vegetables. Now massage all the smashed fennel seeds into the skin of the pork, making sure you push them right into all the scores to maximise the flavour. 5. Put the pork in your preheated oven for 20 to 30 minutes or until it's beginning to colour, then turn your oven down to 121 C or 250 F and cook the pork for 9 to 12 hours, until the meat is soft and sticky and you can pull it apart easily with a fork. 6. Tip all the wine, non alco wine also works ok, into the roasting tray and let it cook for another hour to give you a perfect sauce. 7. Once the pork is out of the oven, let it rest for half an hour before removing it to a large board. I like to brush off any excess salt from the meat, then I mash up the veg in the pan using a potato masher. Add the stock to the roasting pan, put it on the heat and boil until you have a lovely intensely flavoured gravy (you can thicken it with a little sieved flour if you like but I prefer mine light). The pork is great served with some good beans, braised greens, your roast veg mash and tasty sauce.
Roast Turkey 4 tablespoons butter A sprig of fresh sage, leaves picked 12 strips of pancetta or thinly sliced bacon 1 bulb of garlic, broken into cloves 4 medium red onions, peeled 2 sticks of celery, trimmed and chopped A big handful of breadcrumbs A handful of dried apricots 10 � ounces ground pork Zest of 1 lemon A pinch of grated nutmeg 1 large free-range or organic egg Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper 12 small fresh rosemary sprigs, plus a few extra 9-10 lb turkey, preferably free-range or organic, all room temperature 2 carrots, peeled 1 large orange Olive oil 2 tablespoons plain flour 2 pints chicken or vegetable stock
Preheat the oven to maximum. Heat a saucepan until medium hot and drop in the butter, sage leaves and 6 of the pancetta or bacon strips. Peel and chop 2 garlic cloves and 1 onion. Add the garlic, celery and onion to the saucepan and fry everything gently until soft and golden brown. Take the pan off the heat, add the breadcrumbs and, while the mix is cooling down, add the pork,lemon zest , nutmeg, egg and lots of salt and pepper, and mix everything together well. Slice the remaining strips of pancetta or bacon in half and slice 1 peeled garlic clove into thin slivers. Place a rosemary sprig and a garlic sliver on one end of a halved strip of pancetta and roll it up tightly. Repeat with the other pieces of pancetta until you have 12 little rolls. Stab the thighs and drumsticks of the turkey in 6 places on each side. Push a little pancetta roll into each hole until it just peeps out. This�ll give your turkey thighs a fantastic flavour and will keep them moist while they cook. Chop the remaining onions in half and slice the carrots thickly. Give your turkey a good wipe, inside and out, with paper towels, and place it on a board, with the neck end towards you. Find the edge of the skin that�s covering the turkey�s breasts and gently peel it back. Work your fingers and then your hand under the skin, freeing it from the meat. If you�re careful you should be able to pull all of the skin away from the meat, keeping it attached at the sides. Go slowly and try not to make any holes! Lift the loose skin at the neck end and spoon the stuffing between the skin and the breast, tucking the flap of skin underneath to stop anything leaking out. Pop the orange in the microwave for 30 seconds to warm it up and stuff it into the cavity. Weigh the stuffed turkey and calculate the cooking time (about 20 minutes per pound). Place the bird on a large roasting pan, run it all over with olive oil and season well. Surround with the chopped carrots, onions, remaining garlic, cover with aluminium foil and place in the preheated oven. Turn the heat down right away to 177 C or 350 F, and roast for the calculated time, or until the juices run clear from the thigh if you pierce with a knife or skewer. Remove the aluminium foil for the last 45 minutes to brown the bird. Carefully lift the turkey out of the tray and rest on a board that�s covered loosely with foil for 20 minutes while you finish off the veg and the gravy. Skim the surface fat from the roasting pan and add the flour and stock. Place the tray on the stove top and bring to a boil on high heat. When the gravy starts to thicken, strain it into a bowl. Carve your turkey, serve with the gravy and dig in!
I didn't have to cook on Xmas day but did for Boxing day as above. Each meal was supposed to feed 12 people... HA!! I had no leftovers after 6 army types... incl husband... son and SIL...and my 3 "adopted" trooper sons ... and us 3 wife types and our 4 yr old. Anyone would have thought those men were starved.
oh and two large jars of cranberry sauce as well. I won't list the mens booze .. you havn't enough time in the day to read it all
with all the snoring I was waiting for the noise abatement order
I mean they don't snore in the field so why do they do it at home?? I think there are some deep dark psychological reasons for it you know driving us wives up the wall
However Dr L says it's the booze ... she gave me this long explanation why which I got lost on right after "well see mum it's the" .....
I think my explanation is far closer to the truth ... however after not being able to SLEEP for a day and a bit I may be.. just a bit ... prejudiced :MerryChristmas:
Wow. Lots of names I remember, and you all seem so close to each other now. That's wonderful, but it makes me want to ask a question...
Doesn't "this" (posting to each other, etc) keep what you went through at the forefront of your minds? I mean, I am back for a "visit" on the board, but I won't be staying long. I have a new life (and it's GREAT) but man did visiting drum up really bad memories.
And on to my second question:
What's the difference between a "tradition" and a "rut?" This year, I didn't put up a XMAS tree or really decorate. My youngest 2 DS were with their mom for XMAS, so I didn't really see the point.
Oldest was home, but he is in college now and "home" to him means "base of operations from which to work and visit friends" at this point in his life.
So I "broke tradition" in that I didn't get a tree and decorate it and used the 1.5 days saved to do better? different?, at least other, things.
And I am not feeling guilty at all!! It was actually liberating to not "have to" do what I didn't want to do. Don't get me wrong, we have "traditions" like a big pancake breakfast EVERY Saturday.
So I say, based on my current feeling, that XMAS isn't a tradition, it is a rut. *I* didn't come up with the idea of a XMAS tree, nor did my family. We (the NCW line) has been doing it because "that's just what people do..." Which has never in my life been high on my list for wanting to do something. Shouldn't a family tradition have some meaning rising from the family? Example: my grandfather who I loved very much loved the vegetable kohlrabi. So I grow it in MY garden as an homage to him. THAT has meaning, THAT to me is a tradition. And that kohlrabi that I grow means more to me than any XMAS tree ever has. Heck, putting a tree up is more like a chore.
Answer to question #1, no, it doesn't. Even posting to the occasional BS doesn't bother me at all. The very few things that still can trigger me (such as while packing the garage to move, finding motel receipts for 2 people, and I know I wasn't along) have nothing whatsoever to do with MB. We're coming up on 2 years since the last attempted C, and that's nice, too.
Question #2, any holiday is what you make of it, or don't. If you feel it's a rut, re-examine it and shake things up a bit. Get wild and crazy and think about other tradition vs. rut things you do for other special days.
If you have small kids around, a certain amount of rut can be a good thing because they look for that consistency, but when it's just you, YEEEHAWWWWWWWW live on the edge!
so good to hear from you and that you are doing well. I guess its been awhile for you hasn't it? a year or two???
I'm not on too often but read every now and then and jump in if I think I can help.
For me its not a bad thing to go back and and see the sort of pain I caused. Its not to beat myself with rather to acknowledge where I had been and know where I am now. It reminds me how privileged I am to be with my husband.. with my family..how lucky I am to have him and them in my life. No.. no more running away from problems and sadness and sad memories... better to deal with them face on.
But life HAS moved on... my daughter married her soldier boy.. my oldest son is an officer & gentleman these days ... yes hard to believe and our youngest Mikey 4 has been running me into the ground!! HAPPY oh yes very very very.
The Xmas tree is something I think is very ok to do away with when the young DS's are off to their mums. Our tree is for the children... you know .. Mikey.... my hubby... son in law and son
I'm convinced that when it comes to train sets men are really boys who have just got a bit older in years but no where else
Ever watched the Addams Family tv show? .... the one from the 60's I think..the original one ?? well ever see Gomez blow up his train ... well guess what ... no not joking ... men!
but Mikey is in 7th heaven with dad and his big bros around so I just leave them alone. except to check they haven't started a fire or something
I think if you make sure you keep the things you do with the kids as family tradition it will all work out ok.. try to get the oldest to at least turn up for Xmas dinner.. birthdays and the like ... even if it includes mates and girlfriends etc .....except maybe you don't need to blow up toy trains ... just a suggestion
May you find happiness and love NCW.. life is a wonderful gift and far too good to allow the past to control your enjoyment of it. May the good Lord bless and keep you.
Neat article Cinders. I'm in the automotive industry. We are told that America has to get back to being an economic powerhouse. Not going to happen. Why? We can't compete with these other countries and we are not going to be able to.
*GASP*
But there is a good reason. I have been to these plants around the world. And I have been to these cultures. Some of them are EXTREMELY repressive of the working class. We can't compete with that, they are willing to do things that we in this country (thankfully) are not. It's like trying to beat someone at a game with rules YOU have to follow that they DON'T.
Am I anti-American with this statement? No. In truth, I couldn't be prouder of America in that we have been able to stay in the game conducting ourselves with a good bit of dignity (relatively) in our corporate structure.
Oh, and to answer your question Cinders, she really has to have two... We can handle much greater deviation in size and shape. Not so much with actual count.
Hey AW - WOW. That was REALLY positive. And yes, I very much do have my equivalents of blowing up the trains. That's one of the reasons me and my mom moved in together. I wanted my children to enter college with all their fingers. That outcome would have been in doubt in an all male house.
Several years ago, my sister quit speaking to me. That necessitated a change in Christmas Eve plans since we had both been going, with our families, to our mom's on Christmas Eve.
My children and I began a new tradition. Now, they go to their dad's at noon on Christmas Day so our time to celebrate and relax is Christmas Eve. Presents and breakfast are all we have time for on Christmas Day.
Instead of a big fancy dinner, we have a fire in the fireplace and we roast hot dogs and have s'mores. Easy menu planning. Easy shopping. Easy prep. Easy clean up.
After dinner, we play games. Card games, board games, word games, whatever games we wish. Just the three of us...hanging out together.
Sometimes, my mom comes over. Sometimes she goes to my sister's.
Life is sweet. Hanging out around the fireplace. Sitting on the floor. Enjoying my children and some peace and calm we carve out just for ourselves.
Basically, you do a family POJA on the whole thing. My memories are of my mom slaving to make a nice XMAS dinner, which precluded her from participating in actual XMAS. I'd have rather had her heat up eggos on XMAS day and have fun with us...
I did that this year...but I didn't FEEL like I was slaving away. It was so much fun.
Eggos..pft...homemade cinnamon rolls stuffed with cherries, raisins and apples! NUM!
My poor SIL felt so displaced...usually Christmas is HER balliwick and because of the well caving, she was lost...I wanted so bad for her to have a nice time. She's such a good person.
But you said it d-d, it didn't feel like slaving. You wanted to do it. Now sometimes we have to "slave" because it's the right thing, but what if we are doing it because it's expected? A societal "rut" we fall in to, that isn't really right?
Irish Priest in Texas An Irish priest was transferred to Texas . Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. Much to his surprise he noticed there was a jacka$$ lying dead in the middle of his rectory's front lawn.
He promptly called the local police station, and the conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?"
"And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father Patrick O'Malley at St. Ann 'sCatholic Church. There's a jacka$$ lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o'yer lads over to take care of the matter?"
Sergeant Jones, one considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment... Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true, my lad; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."
I only made it to welcome the new year on CST. The kids stayed up all the way for MST, but then I got up to use the facility in the middle of the night and found Mr. C up at 0215. He tried playing dumb. "Huh? What time is it?"
Take him out for a brisk trot in the Arctic temperatures, feed him a big supper, and wrap him up warmly. I don't think an early bedtime will be a problem then.
Take him out for a brisk trot in the Arctic temperatures, feed him a big supper, and wrap him up warmly. I don't think an early bedtime will be a problem then.
Shortly after checking in to my hotel yesterday I went out for my first sightseeing sojourn. I don't think I'd gotten four blocks from my hotel when I heard some noise behind me and two nude men were running down the street (either modesty or the chilly Reykjavik temperature caused them to use a little modesty, employing a hand where the fig leaf would normally be).
What kind of place have I landed in, I wondered? Fortunately, it's been less "wild" since (although the fireworks at midnight last night were everything I'd been led to believe!).
Well, Fred, if YOU aren't in a country made-to-order for The Dervish (Neak's youngest son, age 8)! We'll spend the next 10 years trying to keep the existence of the place a secret from him...although if he keeps going out in wind chills of -30 degrees, he will already have frozen off all the protruding parts long before he reaches adulthood. Looks like his ear isn't going to fall off, after all, so I'm not sure he learned anything from his recent frostbite experience. I don't know why he has ears anyway. Goodness knows he doesn't use them for LISTENING!!
Sounds like you're having a good time, broadening your horizons , and all that stuff. That's good. You've certainly earned a break.
My mom and dad lived in N. Dakota when she got pg with me.
"Colder than a wooly booger," doesn't even begin to describe it they say(id).
SS - you and your lovely W need to check out The Pioneer Woman Cooks...I think you'll both love it! She also has a website: http://thepioneerwoman.com/
My menu for the next two weeks is almost ALL from the cookbook.
I mean.......... Thanks, that's very kind of you. I'll do my best to be on time.
We had a great holiday Kimmy. I gained 7 lbs. It doesn't bother me at all - I rather enjoyed it. Lost two of it so far, will work on the rest.
We'll check out the recipes.
I would probably be slim and trim if my W was a lousy cook, but she is a great cook. I'll just try to cope.
We got to go to Phoenix AZ over New Years and see our new Granddaughter. I like babies. We had a good time.
The weather is not too bad here this winter, but it was really nice in Phoenix. Quite a bit nicer than Montana.
When I lived in Alberta, I used to dream of the days when I lived in Hawaii. Not sure why. Coldest I was personally in was 54 below zero(F)or -47C. I never did quite get used to it. I lived in Alberta 2 years.
One of the things that I noticed was that the school kids didn't try to get by without proper cold weather clothing like they do here. (here some of them where shorts in the winter, in temps below freezing.) IN Alberta, they dressed for the cold. Hats, gloves, long underwear, scarves, etc. Of course, if you have any brains at all, and you get frostbite once, you tend to try to avoid it after that.
I was dressed warmly when I got my frostbite, but the 70 mph winds, and -30F temp conspired against me. I didn't make it back inside soon enough.
Ah, the days of plugging in my car every night. I don't miss that.
Happy new year to all of you. And God bless you with success, and a happy heart.
Mr Pep and I took a married couple (J & M) to dinner yesterday. Out treat. The only restaurant J likes is RED LOBSTER. So,we went there. We ate everything but the flatware, and today, I feel blimpish.
I went on a carb overload yesterday to compensate for feeling weepy...it really does NOT work cuz then I felt fat! Made up for it by skateboarding on my Wii Fit.
Everything but the flatware? Does that include napkins? Did you count them like surgical sponges?
"Um, Mr. Pep, we need to count again. We are two napkins short. Yes, I'm sure! We may have to open him up."
Hee hee, there was just a huge crash in the kitchen. The stupid cat got up on the counter and accidentally knocked off a kettle, several plates, a bunch of silverware, and a glass bowl. Fortunately, the glass bowl landed in the basket of clean laundry I had set on the floor, but everything else made a terrifying racket. I hope he scared his naughty self half to death.
The snow thingy explains alot. I joke sometimes that my breath, instead of steaming, shatters and falls to the ground, but I hadn't actually seen it happen before.
The snow thingy explains alot. I joke sometimes that my breath, instead of steaming, shatters and falls to the ground, but I hadn't actually seen it happen before.
The climate I grew up in, and that I live in now is similar to Las Vegas, NV. Mild winters, and hot summers.
Living in Alberta, Canada was an eye opener for me. They say you get used to it, but I never did in the two years I lived there.
Some Little Dervish stories just don't make it to the blog.
A few minutes ago he got ratted out stealing a bowl of ice cream. I told him to give it to me, intending that it should not go to waste, or down his gullet, either one.
Instead, he first put some in his mouth, spit it back out in the bowl, and stirred it around. Not content with that, he spat in it.
In the course of wrestling for the bowl, he said he was going to eat it.
Almost every thing you write about that boy reminds me of my youth. I wasn't the one that did the spitting though, It just reminded me of a story from my distant past. I narrowly avoided being sucked into the mists of time. That was close.
I did manage to meet up with FF and her H. They are nice folks. I could have talked a lot longer - but I realized it was getting late, and we let them go home.
Some Little Dervish stories just don't make it to the blog.
A few minutes ago he got ratted out stealing a bowl of ice cream. I told him to give it to me, intending that it should not go to waste, or down his gullet, either one.
Instead, he first put some in his mouth, spit it back out in the bowl, and stirred it around. Not content with that, he spat in it.
In the course of wrestling for the bowl, he said he was going to eat it.
One day, MANY moons ago, I ate a rollie pollie (sow bug) that our son put into the ice bin, as a joke. His little sister provided all the encouragement he needed. First off I must say, I cannot, nor ever will, recommend a rollie pollie as a condiment. They are bitter in the extreme. Even frozen solid.
The kids were near hysterics with laughter as I made efforts to get the bitter taste off my tongue. They managed to display their laughter from more than an arm's length, smart as they are.
Their giggling continued for far to long for my taste (pun).
I fixed both of the kids with my worst motherly evil eye (you know the one), and said:
"You won't know when. You won't know where. Never forget, I am the person who prepares YOUR MEALS."
Their giggling came to an abrupt halt. Their smiles turned to a sudden look of horror.
Methinks I'm going to have to go to Half Priced Books. I really like OSC.
Thanks Fred. Like I didn't already need to get more bookshelves. When the Wookie asks, I'm pointing fingers at YOU!
Pep, I once told my sister that if she didn't stop whatever it was she was doing (I can't remember now what it was), that I was going to sneak in her room at night and cut off all her hair. At the time, her hair was down to her hinder.
To this day, when the story is told, she gets all indignant and SWEARS she didn't sleep for weeks because of that.
Dayum straight. Don't pi$$ your sister or your mother off. Both of 'em know where you park it at night.
Almost every thing you write about that boy reminds me of my youth. I wasn't the one that did the spitting though, It just reminded me of a story from my distant past. I narrowly avoided being sucked into the mists of time. That was close.
I did manage to meet up with FF and her H. They are nice folks. I could have talked a lot longer - but I realized it was getting late, and we let them go home.
FF, I hope I wasn't too hard on your H.
SS
Sorry, SS I just now saw this! We had a wonderful time with you and your son. You are both very good men. I see you raised your "boy" quite well. Honestly, whatever you said went right over my H's head. As you can tell he is a talker and loves to be social.
The fly was looking for someone to roast him.... a fire .... a room heater .... kids with a magnifying glass ... perhaps Neak knitting it a small jacket
For those who don't really think I have to cook crocodile for Aussie and the boys well here is the recipe ....
1kg crocodile tenderloin ... myself I would ensure croc was a goner first but you guys do as you wish 24gr caster sugar 12gr table salt 6gr strawberry eucalypt leaves (the leaves have a strong aroma somewhat reminiscent of passion fruit or strawberries) 4gr tonka bean (you grate these like nutmeg they are supposed to taste a bit like vanilla and bitter almonds with hints of caramel pepper and cinnamon but I think they taste like tobacco)
Watercress and avocado salad
2 avocados 1 bunch watercress 1 lemon juiced 15ml olive oil salt and pepper
Orange dressing
3 golden shallots 25ml water 500ml orange juice 50gr sugar 1 orange rind 50ml grapeseed oil Salt and pepper
Clean the crocodile of all nerves (yours are probably gone by now). Grind spices and season the tenderloin. Allow to cure for at least 24 hours. (I would suggest 48 hours and then give it to the dog but suit yourself) Rinse, sear off and then cook through in an oven about 200c.
Dice avocados and dress with lemon juice, olive oil and seasoning. Pick watercress leaves leaving a tiny stem because those big brave heroes of mine whinge like toddlers if they have long stems on "that green stuff".
For the dressing sweat off dice shallots, add sugar and water and cook to a dark caramel. Deglaze with orange juice and reduce to 1/5. Emulsify with oil and adjust the seasoning to taste. The boys love LOTS of salt.
In a plate set the avocado in a ring in the center of the plate. Set the sliced crocodile on top. Garnish with watercress on top, and around the plate alternating with dots of orange dressing......
alternatively stand out of the way and let the boys grab whatever and pour sweet chilli sauce over it all and go make a nice cheese omelette for yourself and choose a tasty white wine to get the after taste/smell (shudder) of the croc out of your throat.
This will also work very well with Alligator I would guess...
very early in our M Aussie took me camping with some of the locals up North and cooked a big lizard on the camp fire that one of them had caught... I tasted some ... croc is better than that but not by much .... at least to me.
I had to read your sig line twice and start on it a third before I got it.
Bad Clancy got nailed by a skunk last night, and is still very offended that no one wants him. "Bad Clancy! Get offa there! Bad Clancy! Get offa there too! Bad Clancy! Go away!!!"
He's so schiz right now that his complex is developing a complex.
Oh no, it's never boring. It can be exciting, and still be great to get leaves. Especially fantastic for small boys who try to sneak off into the bushes with Wag Bags.
Son has been working pretty much from 9AM to midnight, and then has come back here on weekends.
So, he hasn't had much extra time.
I was there two weeks ago, but I worked the same hours. It doesn't make for much of a social life. But we did get a lot done. I think we may be able to open before the end of May.
He has found a place to live though, and will be moving over the next week or so. He'll be in Arcadia.
I would expect it will take a few months before he will want to do much besides get settled, and play with his kids. He hasn't had real weekends since January.
I am hoping we can come and visit without having to work the long hours, and that we can have another get together.
Oh! Arcadia is great! The school district is awesome. Good for him. I sure understand he will want down time with his family once they get here. He must really miss being around them full time. Yes, anytime give me a shout out and we will get together again. Both of us really enjoyed meeting you.
We are doing really well. We started Love Busters a few weeks ago. Haven't gotten too far yet but I am hopeful.
Oh! Arcadia is great! The school district is awesome. Good for him. I sure understand he will want down time with his family once they get here. He must really miss being around them full time. Yes, anytime give me a shout out and we will get together again. Both of us really enjoyed meeting you.
B said you guys were cool, and he ASKED ME if we were going to have dinner with you again. I said we could probably make it work. It's just the timing. I would love to have my W along too.
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We are doing really well. We started Love Busters a few weeks ago. Haven't gotten too far yet but I am hopeful.
That was more helpful for us than HNHN. Dr Harley not only gives names to the behaviors, he explains them so well that both of us knew what he meant, and why we needed to change. Now if we have a conversation where one of us gets off track, we just say "disrespectful judgment" or whatever it is, and the other knows exactly what they did, and why they need to back up and start over. I really liked that one.
The kids are well too? You have vacation plans for this summer?
We may just camp close to home this summer, it's cheaper.
Sorry about the vacation plans question, but I couldn't resist.
Well no to be honest. H does not like to take time off because he does not get paid. We do hope to go on a short trip alone at some point if we can get DS cared for. DD17 and I are planning a m/d trip to NYC in the fall.
Yes, kids are well. DD17 made varsity cheer. She will be a senior next year. sigh... DS is doing well except for flare ups of his asthma.
I should bring our twins (DD's) when we come. They will be seniors next year too. They turn 17 in May.
Asthma can be tough. They do seem to grow out of it some..... at least many kids seem to.
Our #3 son is a professional wild-lands fire fighter these days, and he had asthma so bad as a child that he had to carry an inhaler to school by doctors orders.
Well, THAT was a surprise to see this thread at the top 'o the heap!! Hi, SS, et al. Just wanted to say that wagbags are WAY too sophisticated for any juvenile male in this family. We should have Neak tell about her personal experience in this circumstance. Why not? We've told pretty much everything else!
Hi everyone! I'm still around, at least THIS thread.
About two months ago I sold the house, finally! that is the last thing to link me to WH except for our daughters. It took me a month to empty the house and then I moved into my mother's with my youngest daughter. It's not easy to live with my mother but I remind myself all the time that it is actually better for her since she is 86, living alone, had surgery last year for colon cancer which had already spread so she gets weaker every day. She's very stubborn and tries to carry on as though everything were fine but I think it is a relief for her to have us around.
So although I am looking for a place to buy I'm in no hurry. The sale has meant contact with WH, and even though it's been 5 years and nothing has changed with respect to his A, I still find it hard. I am as civil as I can be ... but I'm longing for all this to be over.
the twins moved into a rented apartment together and seem to be doing fine.
I'm still not divorced! seems WH is in no hurry, but the sale of the house must have reminded him that his new lawyer is not very efficient. the first one did nothing for a whole year and this second one has done nothing for 10 months now. WH has poor choice in the the people he surrounds himself with!
Other than that work is a bore ,,, no trips in view for the moment, at least not until I've moved into a place of my own and have my life on track again.
at least everyday is different and one never knows what might happen.
I'd love it if you all came! it's automn here and spring over there so you would do better to enjoy the good weather (especially neak and family) and come when it's winter over there and summer here!
No I did not regret leaving the house and everytime I have to go back to get things or get the mail etc I feel indifferent and lately I realize that I needed to get away from it. I love making plans about living in other places I see, but I had no plans about living in that house anymore. It's just part of the past. Remember also that WH's A started and thrived in that house because he had business there and OW was his secretary... On the other hand, as Dr., Harley has taught me, when you make many sacrifices you then feel rejection... I sacrificed a lot in and for that house so I suppose it's natural that I ahould now reject it.
I'm looking forward to having my very own place and I want to make sure that I really like it because I don't plan to move again in the near future.
as for work, one never knows...at least i have work. I'm not complaining....
I'm going to have to blog about it in a bit, but we have a new and hopefully temporary houseguest: a female sharp-tailed grouse. Something is wrong with its leg and wing, so the Dervish caught it and brought it home.
A young couple moved into a new neighbourhood The next morning while they were eating breakfast, The young woman saw her neighbour hanging the wash outside. 'That laundry is not very clean,' she said. 'She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.' Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbour would hang her wash to dry, The young woman would make the same comments. About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: 'Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.' The husband said, 'I got up early this morning and Cleaned our windows.'
And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the window through which we look.
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and so many pin pricks ... now I know what thimbals are for ... unfortunately ! 
Looks like some folks still have more money than sense! 
The hired hand was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for my grandmother--by then close to 50 years old and a very dignified woman--to finish fixing his supper. Their collie was sleeping in the middle of the kitchen floor and my grandma tripped over it, lost control of her sphincter, and passed what may or may not have been deadly, but 
And then there's the 2 kids besides! :crosseyedcrazy: What fun. Carry on... 
..... the nagging... I mean reinforcing ... shoes off the couch ... feet off the table .... what's the 'magic' word ??? ... 
anyway young James suffers from a slight mental disability ... mostly learning and is at times difficult for his mum to deal with with another 4 kids in the house. So I sort of help out and he stays a night or two with us. Mikey has a great time with him and he's so polite and gentle. 
I'm bringing along my bag of pretzels, that's what I'M doing! I guess Neakbro and I will be having bread, salad, and dessert. I'm going to make up for this today at the Japanese church potluck. You just watch me. My muumuu is big. It can take it.
They did not 5150 him. It "wasn't enough". They took a report and filed him as an unruly minor. It sounds as if he'll have to go on probation. 
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Hi, SS, et al. Just wanted to say that wagbags are WAY too sophisticated for any juvenile male in this family. ![[Linked Image from serve.mysmiley.net]](http://serve.mysmiley.net/happy/happy0158.gif)