Yeah Ethi we wanted you to model the boots, wearin’ full leather and holdin’ a ridin’ crop in a seductive manner. Or was that just me?
Midget are you payin’ attention in class? I didn’t think so! That diploma is not goin’ to earn itself you know! Now march your attention right back to whatever the heck that teacher is goin’ on and on about and quit readin’ this! Don’t give me that look! You want your face to freeze like that?!?!
Then again, if your grades are good, slack all ya want. Og knows I did all through twelve years of public education. Come to think of it, my high school diploma did sorta earn itself. Nevermind then, carry on.
N.O.L. was leftover pizza. Always a good choice.
I shall be takin’ twuck to Goodyear for new shoes. They have the tires I need on hold and will take care of it right then and there. YAY!!!
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I always craved these things called Wheat Nuts. Once I gave birth to her, just the smell of them made me retch. Never touched them again.
While pregnant with my son, I don’t remember any specific cravings. Oh, wait; while pregnant with both of my kids I always went to breakfast at the little cafe they had located in the hospital. They had their version of an egg McMuffin, but it was a lot better. I always, always wanted one of those.
After giving birth, never ate one of them again.
Today is the commitment ceremony of my Dad’s ashes at the veteran’s cemetery. I should have gone into work for a few hours, but that would have been a hell of a lot driving, and the cemetery is a good distance just from my house. My work is located 17 miles in the other direction from my house. Plus, throw in the crappy traffic we have around here, and it would have just been horrendous.
I’ll be leaving in 15 minutes or so.
We found out yesterday that my MiL is back in the hospital. She’s been vomiting for days and was weak and dehydrated. Plus her stomach has just been killing her. So, they ran more tests and still insist it’s just a bleeding ulcer. I really believe there is something more going on. Her color is grey. Every person I’ve ever known that had that color turned out to have cancer. Every. single.one. I really hope not, but my gut is telling me there is so much more going on. I don’t know when she’ll be released. The woman has lost over 60 pounds from last summer. She won’t listen to us about maybe going into assisted living or having someone one come in for home health care. My husband is becoming extremely irritated with her bull-headedness (is so a word), and is even more irritated with the half sisters and their families. He was in such a bad mood last night. The half sisters were irritated with my husband because he hasn’t been calling them to let them know what’s going on. These same family members didn’t even acknowledge my father’s death. We didn’t receive not one word from them. One of those sisters had my MiL drive her to a funeral in September even though she knew my MiL was extremely ill. They got to the funeral and ended up having to call 911 and my MiL was hospitalized. My husband was so angry at the half sister and still hasn’t really gotten over it.
It seems it’s always about them, their tragedies and their needs; but when something happens to one of us, there is never a single word. So, we’re kind of not feeling any familial love towards them right now.
Anyway, I suppose I should get going. I need to put gas in my rig before I drive up to the ceremony.
My dad had a bleeding ulcer. It bled so much it caused a heart attack (extreme case, obviously), but it was only a bleeding ulcer. Nothing else. It took him a long, long time to recover from it, though, because he lost so much blood.
In other news, GAH, it’s taking me absolutely freaking FOREVER to finish this final exam. I’m only half way through it and I need a nap!
I’ve not been pregnant, I just have perma-cravings for chocolate and salty crisps… mmmm.
Yet another mouse crisis appeared last night- after losing both the old ladies a week apart, one of the two young ones has suddenly developed total loss of balance. She’s creeping around with her head completely on one side, with one eye virtually pressed to the ground. Just got back from the vets, and the best case scenario is an inner ear infection, but it could be a brain tumour or stroke. Trying her on a few days of antibiotics just in case, but it’s not looking good, so I’m trying to get hold of the breeder to get another two- otherwise I’ll have one mouse all on her own, and they really aren’t happy solo.
She’s incredibly squirmy to get the drops into, takes two people to hold one little mousey still.
I have to go on a course for the Jobcentre starting tomorrow for two weeks- not looking forward to it, but it could be OK. I’ve been on a few, in my misspent youth, and most of them were pretty dire. This one apparently involves hypnotists…
Forbidden Spice the only problem with gettin’ rid of stuff is that your remainin’ stuff will start to look lonely so you’ll have to go buy new stuff to keep it company.
Home for a bit and soon off to my very last Vestry meetin’.
Hey, is there a name for that gesture where you clasp your hands under your chin and scrunch up your shoulders while tilting your head in delight? Because I’m doing that.
Meanwhile, can someone explain this alleged “Ultimate milkshake cup” to me? My MIL bought one for each of my kids, and I fail to see how it is especially conducive to milkshake consumption, or really, what it’s whole *deal *is at all. I also dread trying to clean milkshake out of those straws.
MILs don’t think about things like that, because they don’t have to deal with it. I would send the kiddos for a overnight with MIL and send those abominable cups with them and have her deal with the consequences
Good thoughts needed, please. My sister’s husband is in a pretty bad way. She had him in the hospital over the weekend for double pneumonia. They sent him home, but early today, he couldn’t walk, so she took him back. I don’t know all the details, but he had to be restrained. He was pulling out IVs and threatening to kill his wife. That is totally out of character for him - but the doctors think he had a stroke, which would explain things. My sister is freaking out, needless to say.
This BIL, besides being not one of my favorite people, is a chain smoker and a hard drinker, which probably has contributed to his medical issues. He’s younger than I, but he looks 20 years older - he’s been on a cane for over a year following a long-term illness and unemployment. Honestly, I’ll be surprised if he survives much longer… Anyway, my sis could use some extra-good thoughts about now.
And another sister twisted her foot really badly - it’s all purple and she ended up in the ER, with a follow-on orthopedic appointment tomorrow. My brother was sick for 3 days last week, and my youngest sister is just getting over some kind of bug. I’m thinking living around Baltimore isn’t healthy! :eek:
In spite of all the crap happening in my life this past little while, I managed to have a pretty good weekend. On Saturday night I went out to a bar with my friends and I brought candy and cookies and we had a great time! I stayed overnight at a friend’s place, and the next day I went to a Christmas music sing-along. I met one of my favourite radio show hosts there. Good times.
It’s good to be happy sometimes. It’s nice for me to feel some sort of emotion other than crushing sadness.
Jews pray for someone’s health not because we believe that ten guys will cause G-d to intervene, but to tell the person that they care about them and wish them the best.
Everyone on the Monday Morning Post feels for those of us that have bad things happen, and send positive waves your way.
The half sisters were irritated with my husband because he hasn’t been calling them to let them know what’s going on. These same family members didn’t even acknowledge my father’s death. We didn’t receive not one word from them. One of those sisters had my MiL drive her to a funeral in September even though she knew my MiL was extremely ill. They got to the funeral and ended up having to call 911 and my MiL was hospitalized. My husband was so angry at the half sister and still hasn’t really gotten over it.
:p:D
