I ain’t skeered of no bug. I just don’t like the icky things in my space. My rule is, they live in their space and I live in mine. If a bug insists on being in my space well, that will not be. Just like it is with the wasps. Fine if they hang around outside (except all visible wasp nests are sprayed at sundown) but if a wasp gets on my back porch, then the wasp must die. It’s a rule.
And in other very exciting news:
My Dell notebook will be here tomorrow!!! I checked my home phone messages a little bit ago and there was a message from UPS saying it would be delivered tomorrow. Also, I checked my home email and Dell says it’s been shipped. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
It was so hard when my great-grandmother was near the end after multiple strokes. Since the majority of my family just keels over when it’s time, that made it even more difficult.
rebo, I like your tree. Plus, after the holidays, you have rosemary. It’s a win-win.
New Girl is out sick again for the second day in a row. Uh-oh.
I had my own kerfluffle when I came in this morning. I had submitted a request to the SOB with the clear instructions: Return to me when completed. But no, he sent it off to someone who left the firm six months ago, which started a cascade of emails, ending with “Please send Jahdra the correct instructions for this procedure.” Grrr. I followed procedure, he’s the one that didn’t. Gah. Now I remember why I hated working for him. He used to do that to me all the time.
Puggy, sending good thoughts to you and the family. I hope Grumpus finds peace and comfort soon. We’re all here to vent to. We have GREAT BIG shoulders. I’d say our shoulders are nation-sized.
Thanks everyone for the well-wishes for the moms. This is such a nice place to be.
canine servant, not even close. There will be no hints from me.
I’m another voice reminding you not to feel guilty for wishing him free from pain. I was the hardest thing in the world - and it took years - for me to admit I was glad when my mom died. I was not glad she was gone; I was glad she was finally free from pain. It is not bad to wish that for someone you love who cannot get better. I frequently comment that we treat our pets better than we do our elderly and terminally ill. My husband has instructions that if I am ever terminally ill, do not take me to a doctor. Take me to Animal Control where the staff will do what is needful and do it with with kind words and a scritch behind my ears.
Mr. SCL just called from the cabin - I was in the bathroom and didn’t get to the phone. Now he’s not answering the phone and the answering machine there is wonky. He needs to be here and dressed for dinner by 6 because I have a cat feeding assignment before the hockey dinner.
I have another tree, too! A real pine tree, it’s just tiny. I’ll post a pic after I’m through decorating it. I liked the rosemary 'cuz it’s alive and I will plant it outside in the spring, where I can use it all the time! I love rosemary.
Hey, I decorate my rosemary too! But it doesn’t look anywhere near as nice as yours does. How do you keep yours in a Christmas-tree-like shape? Mine’s all long spindley branches, not a nice cone shape. But it does look snazzy with red bows in it.
Thoughts and prayers for you and your family, Puggy. And Taters and family too.
Sigh. Co-dependent co-worker has returned from disability after 6 months. She has been calling me all morning with this and that. She just found out she didn’t get a raise this year. Well, not in so many words, because that’s not The Way We Do Things around here. She’ll find that out on Thursday. She’s having a fit, because she earned a lot of bonuses before she went out on disability, so how can she not have received a raise? The only thing I can think of is that she was already at the top of the tier. If not, well, they do punish you for being out on disability around here. The longer you’re out, the worse it is. Not that you can prove anything, but it’s true, no matter how much they pat themselves on the back for working with people with disabilities. What are you supposed to do, document every bit of nastiness? That’s very difficult, especially when they won’t put anything in writing, it’s all verbal. The emails and such are all nicey-nice. It’s over the phone and in person that they blast you to hell and gone. And deny they ever said anything afterwards.
I bought it like that at Home Depot! I imagine if you trim it all year long, it will keep it’s shape… I trimmed it up a bit before I decorated it, too.
Big hugs and positive thoughts for you, Puggy, and for Grampus - you have nothing to feel guilty about. You’ve done everything possible for him and you’re giving him the means to leave you with peace and dignity…it’s more than a lot of other people ever had. My father passed away after a very sudden illness, he died just as he was being wheeled into hospital - my mother was there with him but she said it was unfair that none of us ever got to say goodbye to him. Instead, every year the funeral parlour sends us each a card to write whatever we want on, and they hang it on their memorial tree. I got two cards today from my mother, one is for my dad and the other for my uncle and aunt.
Rebo, I do like your tree! I had a live tree once, it was only about a metre high but once it had served once as a Christmas tree, I left it outside until it died and then painted it black. Now it comes out every year as my Hallowe’en tree!
Mophandles? Swampy, do you have a spare one? I feel the need to introduce it to 'im indoors, preferably head first. Grrrrr!
Jahdra, your co-workers don’t sound like much fun. I have a little box of Bailey’s Truffles going spare if they might help? I’ll just push them through the CD drive but don’t let swampy see, 'cos he had to go and buy his own choccies earlier…
Doggone, this thread seems to be over-caffeinated! Page four on Tuesday?? **Rue ** would be so proud, if he ever deigned to visit us again…
Anyway, mega-hugs to **Puggy ** and Taters and their respective families. There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said…
It was in the mid-20s this morning, which would explain why a certain feline walked across my head about 3AM and demanded to be let under the covers. So I’ve been up since then. Stoopit cat!
**FCD ** got off work almost on time, but he’s got to stop at the dentist on his way home. His temporary filling is way too temporary - it keeps falling out, and his follow-up appointment isn’t till Dec 19. I figger a glop of super-glue will fix him right up.
In other news, 8 more work days till vacation. Yay.
And speaking of polkas, did I ever tell you my one and only accordion joke? It’s about the all-girl topless accordion band. Their music is great but you can hardly hear it above the screams… :eek:
Hugs to Puggy and Grampus. My dad died a lingering death from Parkinson’s; it was truly a blessing when he finally died. He hung on until he literally didn’t have the strength to take one more breath. It was so sad to watch him fade away so badly, but it was a really powerful moment being there with him looking in his eyes as he died. He was in the care of amazing hospice people who treated him with such terrific care and kept him so comfortable, and I know that helped all of us as well as him, knowing he was in such good hands. I hope Grampus is comfortable and at peace.
As I feared, I’ve gotten nearly nothing done today thus far. Right now I’m contemplating a nap. Of course, I also just drank a cup of coffee, so that probably lets the nap out, eh? I wish my get up and go would come back; it got up and went yesterday and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of it today.
Booooo! to your polka joke, FCM!
Okay. Back to something resembling work. Or something.
A couple Beerverages later and I feel so much better!
As most of y’all know, I watched my dad go downhill with Alzheimer’s. Though it was sad to see him go, it was a relief to know he was finally rid of that horrible disease. Puggy there’s no shame in feeling like that. Of course you will miss him something awful, but there’s a relief in knowing somebody you love if finally free of pain and misery. {{{Puggy}}} All of us cool kids and a slew of other dopers are here for you.
Sean this was a case of idiocy, pure and simple. However, I was nice. Ever so nice. So much so, in fact, I have been promised delivery by Friday. I did consider doin’ a Bobbio and demand a pound of butt for the screw up.
Off now to make supper. ACBG is coming by to eat and for a snuggle before he has to delve into yet more paperwork, poor thing. Supper will be little brown and serve link sausages (or as we call 'em snausages), scrambled eggs, grits, biscuits and some of my mom’s homeade strawberry/fig preserves (::drool::).
FCM, I literally flinched when I realized the punchline of the accordian joke. :eek:
Revisions sucks. But thankfully my paper isn’t as bad as I was afraid it was. Hopefully my professor will agree. Just one more to finish, and then I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Oh, and Tupug, my thoughts are with your family. I’ve never experienced anything like what you’re going through but I can imagine how difficult it must be.
BTW, what would y’all recommend for flu medicine? Thermaflu or Nyquil?
puggy and taters - know that your extended, quasi-dysfuntional family here in the MMP is next to you, and ready to listen.
I’m home since about noon today, and slowly starting to boil over. I took an afternoon off to wait for a furniture delivery “between 1pm and 5 pm”, and they’re about 50 minutes away from a seriously pissed off phone call from me.
