SpecialOne, you and your family are in my prayers.
Stupid friends said they’d call me for dinner, but no call. Ah well. I’m curled up with the cat and watching season premieres. Cooool.
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I can so totally relate
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{{{SO and family }}}
GT
Did something happen with Special One’s mom while I was gone? Oh, dear! I’m so sorry, Special One. You and your family are in my prayers.
Home and beerveraging. Work went well, nothing crashed, nothing broke, everybody showed up.
taxi, I’m not a hugger. Heck, I sleep fully clothed( I picked up the habit in a dorm with a very sensitive fire alarm).
FCM, so I take it you don’t know where Jimmy Hoffa is? I hope FCD feels better soon.
Ditto you too, gotti
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{{{Lunch}}}, I’m glad to hear that your mom is no longer suffering, but now I’m sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
{{{{{Special1}}}}}. Prayers headed out for you and your family.
Your family is in my prayers tonight, SpecialOne.
I’m so sorry Special One. You and your family are in my thoughts.
Continued good wishes to those that are recuperating, in pain, or just feeling icky.
Also, very happy, but belated birthday wishes to you Mindfield.
It’s been a hell of a day. I didn’t get home for good until just 30 minutes ago. I worked today, but after work drove to Mickey D’s for dinner, brought it home, wolfed it down, and then took the kids to the mall. We went to buy my sister’s wedding present, and the kids needed new, fancy duds for the wedding on Friday evening. I also wanted to buy myself a new dress.
As it turns out, we only managed to get a new dress for my daughter, slacks, dress shirt, tie, belt and shoes for my son. I couldn’t find a single friggin’ dress. They were either too frumpy, too ugly, or too formal. I just want a simple, cute dress that I can wear to a semi-formal event. I couldn’t even find a good, simple black dress. I mean, what the hell? It used to be relatively easy to find a dress.
Eh, my problems are miniscule compared to some others here. I guess I’ll quit my griping.
Sigh, so tomorrow after work, I will head to the BIGGER mall in Tacoma to pick up sister’s present, and hopefully, a dress for me.
After the trip to the mall, we were caught in traffic due to an accident (at 9:00 friggen’ o’clock at night). We got home slightly after nine, I dropped the kids off, then I headed back out to the grocery store. I didn’t get home until 10:00 pm.
I’ve just finished roasting/sauteeing sliced almonds in a little sugar. Next, I need to make a dressing with red wine vinegar, oil, sugar, salt, pepper, and a little garlic. I will put that aside in a container.
Then, I’ll need to rip up some red leaf and green leaf lettuce, chop up some celery, slice some green onions and some green peppers. I’ll toss all that together in a bowl with a lid. I need to put that next to the jar of mandarin oranges.
After that, I need to scrub, poke, oil, and wrap in foil six baking potatoes.
I’ll put the potatoes in the cooler I need to take to work tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll take the salad fixin’s, dressing, taters, and cooler to work.
At work, just before lunch, I’ll toss the salad greens again, toss in the mandarin orange sections, and then toss the salad with the dressing. I’ll sprinkle the almonds on top and toss a few in the salad too.
In the meantime, co-workers will take the taters I brought, along with all the taters they’re bringing, down to an oven somewhere in the hospital. They’ll cook them up, bring them back up in the cooler I’m supplying, and then we’ll set out fixings for a baked potato bar. We’re bringing in all the fixings to go with the taters too.
It’s year for the budget division, and it was my division’s turn to bring some goodies for lunch. They wanted a baked potato bar, so we’re obliging.
I guess I should get going now.
Sounds like my own Madre Frauca. She was one of the smallest nuns in size, even before shrinking due to age; they didn’t wear habits, but unlike some of the others, with this one there was no doubt that she was a nun. She always wore “nun clothes”, her hair was always perfectly cut, her cross in sight (still does). And somehow the notion of her saying in a perfectly level voice “you can do better” was more terrifying than anybody else yelling… We would have saluted her if we’d known how.
Actually, I think you could dress her in fuchsia stirrup pants, yellow stilettos and a shiny green top and she’d still manage to look dignified.
{{{{{{Very Special One}}}}}}
BigStrippedCatMom, I’m not sure how far in the story are you, but his parents went to the US for about a week since she’d been feeling well enough to travel; she started feeling badly, finally SDad caved in and called for help; for a moment there it was touch-and-go; she came back home but it’s basically been several days of counting the hours and dreading/hoping for the end.
The relief is not odd at all. Like anger, it’s one of those parts of the mourning process which aren’t mentioned but which are perfectly normal. Part of the problem of an unexpected death is that you don’t get this relief at not seeing your loved one suffer any more.
{{{Special1}}} your family and you are in my thoughts and prayers. I understand what you mean about the relief part. Sad though it is, you’re glad your mom is no longer suffering. That does not mean you aren’t feeling the loss or missing her, just glad she’s no longer dealing with the pain and suffering.
Now I know what to ask for on my birthday next year. 
Mornin’/Whatever Y’all. Up and caffienatin’ here. Soon I’ll purty up for another excitatin’ day at da brewry. Light blue pocket t and black jeans today. rigs I do indeed walk the line at work. Literally. A lot. Lately mostly Lines one and two with a smatterin’ of line 8.
Ok, off to begin another frabjous day!
Later Y’all!
Good morning, everyone! I’m awake, eating oatmeal, and finishing up the cleanup.
It’s my Friday! Yay!
Sending more prayers and good thoughts your way, SO.
GT
I’m so sorry for your loss SpecialOne. You and your family is in my prayers.
Up, caffeinated, and off to work. Today is my short day!
Socks are excellent.
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Caffeination under way.
BioRosie, I make my cite tonight. At least I know where the f*cking camera is at the moment.
I need to buy dog food on the way home tonight. Ambulance duty shift tomorrow night. I think there’s a football game involved. 
{{{{{SpecialOne & Family}}}}}
Off to have my blood tested - I’ll catch up later. Behave yourselves - no shoes on the furniture, and no eating in the drawing room!!
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