Lager is definitely feeling better, his is currently in time out because he kept poking at koritza. I warned him, he just kept pushing.
I always say he is a wicked smart 2 year old. Just pushing the limits and getting into trouble. Absolutely adorable when he is sleeping and cuddling. It is just tooooo quiet when he is ill.
Details, please.
Thank you. Seven books; library has all but #6. I’ve put the first one on hold so I can look it over.
I’m the youngest of four, by nine and a half years. Last of the other three died in '08, at the age of 67.
My father suggested that he might have slipped the doctor a few bucks if it had been that close for me, to say it was before midnight. I was born at 10:16 PM.
My sister was born sometime between midnight and 12:30 on December 26th. As far as she, our (late) parents and anyone else is concerned, she was born on Christmas.
Excuse me, sir. Your Freudian slip is showing.
Although swampy might be glad…Now see what you did? You turned me into the Mona Sleaza.
FCM I’m sorry for all of you that you’re having another crisis.
The thing that frustrates me most about mental health is that it’s not something that you can ‘see.’ Also, even more personally frustrating is that I can tell you what is wrong with me, but somehow I can’t tell me how to stop doing whatever ‘it’ is. Intellectually I know that if my arm was broken that I wouldn’t be able to repair it without the help of medical attention, but I almost always expect myself to be able to fix my mental issues all alone. I suppose that’s the beauty of stigma having grown up ashamed to be who I was.
Ok, in brighter news, I think I have a new and more fun idea for a memorial tattoo! More on that later.
Swing & jazz? (I’m guessing.)
Probably a Cafe thread … but who’s got some good recommendations?
Smart lady.
My father was … we’ll say, less grumpy, after his cataract surgery. I think he had a whole one or two days of what passes for joy, in his grouch-tastic world.
He did say to me (and this counted for joy in his voice) that he hadn’t realized how much color in the world he’d been missing.
Literally and figuratively.
Pretty much, yup.
Ah, good, not just me.
No offence, and I hate to be a buzz-kill, but imported strawberries in the middle of winter are:
1a) usually pretty shitty tasting, at best
2b) expensive as fuck (hi, Valentines Day!)
3c) that’s what’s gonnna kill off a 2-wèek illness? Grocery midwinter strawberries.
I mean, good luck & best health and all … but your scant pennies might go better elsewhere.
Shove over. There isn’t enough room on the bench for all of us. (I may have brought my demons with me - they like to sit on my shoulder & yell into my brain.)
No, it won’t kill off the illness but they have proven to make me feel better. Certainly healthier than pringles I dare say.
OK, yes. Fresh fruit is almost always healthier than fried potato chips in a tower.
Ya got me there.
Go Irish! (Sorry it had to be your Dawgs, swampy)
I made a pan of popcorn for a snack this evening. I had picked up some nacho popcorn seasoning at the grocery outlet the last trip (I had picked up some of the ranch a while back that I liked) and it was surprisingly like the cheese flavor of Cheetos. metal mouse , you may enjoy this as a substitute for your cheese puff balls. Of course, Nelson got his own little portion that wasn’t seasoned.
That’s it exactly. Apparently this time it wasn’t an attempt but a threat to attempt. Somehow he got the front desk at the apartments involved. He’s going to get his ass kicked out of there and he’ll be out of luck because we’re not taking him in. The case worker is trying to figure something out, but the lack of facilities is the major issue. FCD is sitting here fretting about what to do. He wants to cut his brother out of his life, but he feels guilty about doing that. I understand why he’s conflicted - it’s just the way he is. I all but told him to let his brother go. I dunno…
On the plus side, BIL is the last family he’s got - well, except for us and some cousins in Indiana, but you know. But, yeah, it’s time for him to let go. The question is: will he?
um, WHAT??? I’m wondering if it’s because people are leaving due to the rent hike? Whatever - glad it bought you some time.
I bought the series on thriftbooks dot com because I couldn’t find ebooks and our county didn’t have any in its libraries. So maybe I’ll donate them when I’m done. We shall see.
Not only that - for far too long, it was seen as some sort of moral failure or laziness or something. Heck, that’s pretty much what I was told when I was growing up. It took a while to shake that belief and understand it does, in fact, have a physical cause, but it’s chemical and internal, or actual damage to the brain so that certain parts just don’t work. And I won’t go into the “health insurance” side of mental health.
We’ll watch the last 2 episodes of The Tudors tomorrow. Since he’s already married his 6th wife (and 3rd Catherine) I expect we’ll see his declining health to his ultimate demise as the series wraps up. Then we’ll need to find something else to watch. But I just subscribed to BritBox so there are many more possibilities!
It’s after 9 - OMG!! Past my bedtime!!! 
It’s weird - I left home in 1973 and no longer had to observe my mother’s designated kids’ bedtime, but to this day, I still feel like I should be in bed by 9. But if I go back, I’ll end up playing games on my tablet till almost 11 anyway! Take that, Mommy! 
OK, I do need sleep - tomorrow is laundry day!!!
DRAG QUEEN NAME!
Howdy Y’all! My DAWGS lost but I love ‘em anyway. They had a great season. We et Mexican comestibles for N.O.L. and OYKW got his big ass margaritas. He also got his DQ ice cream cake. He says thanks for the BD wishes. We also accomplished nappage and day drinkin’.
Taters sorry about your aunt. My parents and all my aunts and uncles are gone, so my sibs, cousins and me are the older generation.
{{{Sticky_Buns}}} no shame in quittin’ if that’s what is best for you.
MetalMouse don’t call me Shirley! That’s a line I cannot resist.
BooFae hope the heat situation at irk gets resolved soonest.
MOOOOOOM I emptied the dishwasher after we got back from feedin’ our faces. That’s why I needed nappage. Are folk in the book goin’ to fight the Germans? I am now invested and must know. Sorry about all the crap with BIL. Crushed to death by a chandelier? I may never go into my dinin’ room again! 
shoe catchy song. I sang along, but I hated it.
JohnT conga rats on the engagement and the book!
??? just think how warm and toasty you will be.
52 doggo must bark at the passersby. That’s the only thing that keeps them from murderin’ you!
Oopsie glad you feel better and can go have fun with friends.
Nellie yay for that bit of good news about your rent! Hopefully it buys you more time to figure out what you want to do. I did give OYKW an afternoon bday present. doggio and you can just use your imaginations to ponder what it might have been.
rocky yay for Lager feelin’ well enough to get into trouble!
I moved on to the next book which is when the US gets into the war, and a boy in the next generation (after to one who died under the chandelier) has just landed in England and is about to head to France, so yeah, it’s on!
OK, for reals, I need to head back. It’s after 10 and I’s tahred!!
Tonight I made Trader Joe’s Bacon Wrapped Scallops (8 count). I thought they’d be an appetiser, but I’d bought some surimi salad at the corner market and we had that with them. I also had some cottage cheese. That was plenty for both of us. The scallops were good, but I could barely taste them with the bacon.
Today is a holiday, as was yesterday. I’m taking PTO tomorrow.
Congratulations JohnT !
I must have mistyped something~my cataract surgery for my left (legally blind already) eye is January 16th, a Thursday. Not too worried about it, I’ve had surgery at this surgical hospital before and I’ve had this eye surgical group (different surgeon) operate on both my eyes before, it went well. The second surgery is two weeks later, Thursday January 30th, on my right eye. That’s the one that is giving me the heeber-jeebers. If something goes wrong there, with my only good eye, I’ll be blind. I’m hoping that if it goes smoothly on my so-what-not-much-to-lose eye, I be much calmer about the 30th of January.
When I was 65, I went to a Wynton Marsalis concert. Until then, I didn’t get jazz. Those two hours of Marsalis jazz changed my perceptions about life and what music can mean to both the performer and the listener.
Scooching over to make room. It’s a bench I’ve been anchoring since 1962. I wish none of us were here but since we are, I’m so glad to not be alone with it. Strength in numbers.
Oh, no. That’s too soon to be losing siblings. I’m sorry.
That was my experience. I asked the orderly who wheeled me into recovery if they’d put a brown stain in my non-operative eye because everything looked like it was tinged with smoke residue. He said nothing. It finally sank in that it was the cataract doing that. The operative eye was seeing things clearly–and the light was so bright! My students said they’d noticed I’d been calling blue things green. Anyway, I get it.
I’m thinking it’s because people aren’t moving IN. They started moving out in droves last spring when the new leases went into effect. I don’t know why the sudden change in the rent. I’m guessing maybe her boss said that given how slow it’s been here, if someone squawks enough, give 'em a break.
Oo! Yes! Maybe Moana Sleaza?
No, I probably missed it like I did oopsie’s Lincoln Memorial. Well, it doesn’t hurt anything to start sending good wishes early. I’m glad you have confidence in the docs!