No, massage won’t help - his problem isn’t muscular, it’s skeletal and neurological. He’s got a disk that’s squashed, causing a vertebra to impinge the nerve bundles that run down his legs. So while the problem is in his back, the reason he can’t walk is because of the pain shooting down his legs. It’s really sad - he’s 55 and he walks like he’s 95, poor baby… 
I hate to disappoint y’all but the closet thing I have to drapes are curtains in the bedroom that would, at best, make a knee length cocktail dress. 
Fiddle Dee Dee!
I am in possession of a Mennonite pound cake! Yeah, like another dessert substance is needed, I know. Still, Mennonite pound cake is teh nummy! It might also become another “forgotten” dessert Thursday. Hmmm… maybe I should hide the chawklit pee-can pie and the pound cake in my closet. I could hide 'em behind the extra sheets on the top shelf. Nobody would ever look there! 
Except the ants Swampy, those devils would find them in the closet. Also, by the way you’re now wearing something Audrey Hepburnish made out of your curtains. A neat little sheath dress, gloves, and an up-do.
Waiting for the UPS guy to take these tea kettles away. Then a trip to Staples and then that’s it. Guess I’ll box up a few more things and clean the cat’s bathroom. Life slows down nearing a holiday if you’re not having people over or traveling.
Poor FCD, I had my fingers crossed! Now I’ll just re-cross them for his next visit to the doc’s.
What makes a pound cake Mennonite?
I envy you so, FCM. I still can’t figure out how to fix mistakes in earlier rows.
When I was learning to knit, I brought a project with me to the parents’ one Christmas visit. It was a feather and fan pattern shawl, and it was making me insane. I spent hours sitting on the couch, cursing, because I’d get two rows in, have to rip one row, then another three rows, rip a row, rinse, repeat. Every time, I’d mutter curses under my breath.
Finally, phoukaMom asked me why I was working on something that made me so angry, and I shouted “BECAUSE IT’S RELAXING!”
She didn’t believe me.
Mennonite pound cakes aren’t as strict as Amish pound cakes when it comes to modern technology…
Just got a call from **FCD **- he’s having an xray done today, and tomorrow we meet with his surgeon in Baltimore…
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] you have no idea of the hours of toil it takes to get a buzz cut into an updo!
Soapy a cake is Mennonite if it’s made by Mennonite ladies who no doubt grew the wheat and ground the flour, raised the chikins who layed the aigs, milked the cows (which they also raised) and churned the butter, raised and ground the sugar cane, raised and harvested the vanilla beans, and forged the very oven (wood burnin’ no doubt, so they also chopped the wood) and pans used to bake said cake. Very self-sufficient and resourceful are those Mennonite ladies.
I want cake. Wait, I have cake. Hmmm… to eat cake or to have cake.
That’s why you always buy two!
I hate to rain on your parade, Swampster, but my Mennonite granny used a store-bought electric stove just like everyone else, and even the slacker Amish here in southern MerryLande get their groceries at Wally*World.
Fiddle dee dee. 
Oh my! I am now disillusioned and must eat cake to console myself! 
Because it doesn’t believe in violence or infant baptism.
Rosie that is just so genious! No wonder you’re in Mensa!
Afternoon!
Thanksgiving is supposed to be spent at my in-laws but as I woke up sick this morning I am not sure if I am going to get to go. I have the sore throat from hell and earache.
Whatever bug I have I don’t want to give it to my mother-in-law who is recovering from her last bout of chemo. Urgh.
Menu and associated respbsible party is to include:
Deep Fried turkey - special request from mr ems sister. He does it really well and as he hasn’t been home for TG in a couple years she requested it.
Gravy - Sis-in-law is taking care of it I have no idea how with out the drippings from the roast.
Cornbread dressing/stuffing - Me!
Twice baked taters - Me!
Squash Casserole - Me!
Mamaw’s green beens - Sis-in-law. This involves bacon, onions, nutmeg and heavy whupping cream and is the best thing ever!
Assorted pies - Sis-in-law. I know there will be apple and pecan at least
I am not feeling up to doing my part at all and I will see how I feel tomorrow as to if I make the trip.
What I am thankful for…
mr ems
all the fambly
All y’all
After a very very stressful year incl mom-in-law cancer diagnosis, moving across country, a short sale on a house, surgery, couple of other family medical emergencies, mr ems son from a previous marriage receiving a felony conviction :mad: and many other things it looks like the worst is over for now
and soapy :eek: I had that happen when I bought the house in CA as soon as I but the heat on for the first time the headeaches hit. Take care!
Right I have yet another presentation I need to get going on before I leave today!
Gnarr! I knew I shouldn’t have said anything about nothing much to do! The property manager just came by and it seems my water heater needs replacing. I thought the extra water on the balcony was from the rain, but no such luck.
It’s not nearly as bad as the last water-related fiasco a couple of Christmases ago. It was at my old apartment and the toilet overflowed (clean water thank goodness) all night long. My downstairs neighbor was gone for the holidays so it wasn’t until water was spilling over the landing that anybody knew there was anything wrong.
So Christmas was cold, wet and noisy from repairs and fans to dry the place out.
I lost about a hundred books, a bookcase, and a few odds and ends. Good thing none of my furniture sits on the floor! This time it’s nothing; I can almost laugh!
Srsly, I’ve upset a water deity. That makes no sense because I conserve, appreciate, and respect-- it’s a desert-kid thing! Gonna have to research an appeasement erm… thingy or, well, something.
But I thought you were already out of the closet? 
hee! Good catch, Rebo!!
I woke up early, made hot chocolate and morning buns, did various chores and then went back to bed for a nap. Yawn. My landlord came by or I think I would have slept all day. He graciously told me I looked tired.
I need to go buy the tofurky roast and some other items for Thursday, plus pick up some light colored yarn. I want to take the Master Knitter course from TKGA, but I’m starting with the prep course, Basics. I figure that either it will be easy and I’ll know I’m ready for the Master’s or it won’t and I’m not, and I can start the Master’s in a year or two. Both knitting and writing are required, with lots of research. Your knitting & writing are graded, and if they are not correct, you get them back to try again, as many times as it takes. Most people who finish, finish within 10 years. The actual range is 1 - 10 years, with most people finishing within a couple of years. It’s a lot of work, but I think it will be worth it for me.
Went to the eye doctor today to see if they could fix my glasses (since Sweetie stepped on them). They were able to straighten things out but said they could break at any time from the stress that’s been put on them. I took the opportunity to be fitted for contacts (again). I finally found an eye doctor who found me a pair that doesn’t feel uncomfortable in my right eye!! YAY!! However, I’m under doctor’s orders to use Blink rewetting drops a couple times a day and to wear polarized sunglasses even when it’s cloudy. Apparently my mom’s history of detaching retinas and my own -7 prescription, coupled with my blue eyes, puts me at greater risk for problems. Yay. :rolleyes:
Oh well. I’ll get new glasses that I can actually see out of when I have a spare $500. For now I’ll alternate between the contacts and old glasses (until they break).
Now I have to call the insurance people to find out if they actually have my information yet so the dermatologist can be paid.
Got my flu shot today. Is that mundane enough?
I’m beginning to think up ways to outsmart the doctor’s staff. If I leave a message, I should give the number I’m *NOT **at, so they’ll call a different number - probably the number I’m actually at. So far, if I leave my home number, they leave a message on my cell phone. If I’m at work, and give that number, they’ll call the house. 
Counting down the days that DH is able to eat normal foods and working through a bucket list of sorts. I think his itch for Ding Dongs, cheese popcorn, KFC Crispy and apple pie has been scratched. Today’s itch is prime rib and bloomin’ onions. Works for me.
Not sure how we’ll handle next week, when he starts the dreaded all-liquid diet. I may have to leave the house to eat dinner for a while as a self-preservation tactic. Guessing he’ll be a bit cranky after a month of chicken broth, beef broth and protein shakes, and if I cook up something tasty for myself, I may find myself stuffed into the toaster. :eek:
- This is nothing to do with potatos or taters.