I’m wondering if HyperMom will refuse to feed her child any fruit or starch (both of which have and/or break down to sugar, after all). Of course, this could lead to serious malnutrition or outright starvation if she’s that fanatical about that EEEVIL sugar that the body is so awful as to NEED for fuel.
I’m lucky with my current cat, Allie, AKA Princess Razorfang Scissorpaws. If she ever does pass gas, I can’t smell it. She’s fastidious about using her box and thoroughly covering the results, and she’s only upchucked twice in over a year.
I’ve never had terbutaline as I’ve never been in labor; mebbe because I’m male. Maybe I should try some of the other stuff to know what you’re feeling. Have any you can share? :rolleyes:
I didn’t exactly save them, but they’re all upstairs in a bag in the waste basket, and I may revisit them. If I decide to do something, I’ll probably make a piece of jewelry.
I’m totally with you on the raisins in oatmeal cookies. Ick.
It’s a bronchodilator, and it’s on the World Anti-Doping Agency’s prohibited drug list, so it could interfere with your Olympic aspirations. Apes should take note of that, too, in case she was planning to run a marathon tomorrow or something.
All that I remember about the drivers test was scaring the shit out of a state cop, and my Dad haing the shit scared out of him when he spoke on the phone to our insurance guy.
Dang this has been a looooooooooooooong day. I did leave irk at one. I spent a couple of hours here at da cave and then headed over to the church house. I chunked up beef for the “Irish Stew” for tomorrow and got it all seasoned and floured and in da fridge. Then I assisted with decoratin’ up the place for tomorrow. Then I picked up the keg o’ green beer and thanks muchly to some young muscle got it into da fridge. Then when the corned beef got done and cooled down enough, that got wrapped up in foil and into da fridge. Then the broth got poured up and into da fridge. I’s tahrd!!! Of course there were several people around to do all this stuff but still that’s a lotta stuff to get done. There’s still tomorrow to go with all the stew and other preparations to get done. Thus, I shall spend tomorrow from around eightish in the a.m. until at the church house. Oh and our lovely Deacon Joy gave me a “Kiss Me I’m Irish” button to wear tomorrow.
Hugs, yays, boos, woohoos, congrats, trouts, chitlins, wedgies, how you doin’s all around as needed.
Thanks all. I am home and resting after coming home from the hospital, going to my husband’s taekwondo belt graduation, and eating out at the Chinese Buffet for my birthday. I am not going to let little ol’ contractions get in my way!!!
I’ve been spending too much time on the Prelinger Archives today. I’m going to fill up a hard drive with old educational films if someone doesn’t stop me.
I’ve got a hot date with my pillow now, see y’all tomorrow.
I just came to the noxious understanding about why the pooch got up & walked away - he offended himself! My eyes are watering from the green fog! :eek: :eek:
We have a sort of sub message board here, and I feel free to post this without fear of trolls.
As I’ve babbled about previously, Mrs. Plant v.3.0, AKA Hutch, and I dated from 82 to 85. We went our different ways, I found her three years ago on Facebook and we have been happy ever after.
Her parents are tied with Mrs. Plant v.1.0 for best in laws. As my friend Eddie once said, “Hell, Nobody likes you having sex with their daughter, no matter how many licenses you got.” Her parents have been dead for about three years.
But I digress.
I have a recurrent dream where I am trying to find Hutch, and can’t. I had it often during the Babylonian Captivity, when we were apart.
Thursday night I dreampt that I was searching for Hutch. I met her Father, in this house she inherited from them, and asked where she was. He had all his hair, as I knew him in the 80’s and was smoking. He was sitting on the couch where his Wife died.
“She’s not here,” he said, “She’s dead.”
I determined that she was still alive (she goes to work at 4:00 AM or so) without asking why, and hugged her and teared up when I got home this evening.
God hates me, or something.
Sometimes dreams are just the psyche throwing out the garbage. They don’t mean anything. God doesn’t hate you, but he did see you eat that cheeseburger that time.
Oh flytrap, I’m sorry about your dream. I know this is relatively minor in comparison but I’ve had a friend for over twenty years now and at the beginning there was a chance that we would be more than friends but it never worked out. Well, these days he’s happily married and not of interest to me in that way. But for some reason I keep having dreams about him several times a year that we are together. It’s frustrating to me.
We can’t control our dreams, though.
Well, I’m up this morning and getting ready for my day.
She’s the same nut case who had declared “Everyone is allergic to wheat!” I think she read it on the internet somewhere. :rolleyes: The kicker is, a bunch of the women in the office come to her for nutritional guidance. I expect it’s because she’s skinny, so she should know all about nutrition, right? :rolleyes: I swear, I believe the only reason she has a job is because her father was in the Navy with one of the company’s VPs.
Good morning!! I went to bed about 8:30 last night because I was falling asleep as I was knitting. I woke about 1:30 to pee, woke at 4:30 when the cat was jumping on the door trying to get out, and finally at 6:30 when I was done sleeping. The dog has been out and fed, the cat box is clean, and I’m feeling almost human. Yay!
**Pearl **- are b-day wishes in order?? (I usually rely on **swampy **to keep track of such things for his singing.)
It hasn’t started raining yet, but we’re promised a nasty day. The only reason that bums me out is that I’d hoped the fence installation would be finished today. Maybe if it holds off a few hours?? <fingers crossed>
Apes, good luck calming the impatient offspring. I can imagine mixed feelings - wanting to be done with the whole pregnancy thing vs wanting the best for the Apelette… of course, Apelette wins, as she will for many years to come. Rotten kids.
I don’t know if I should get a Diet Coke or not. I’m sure **FCD **will want to go out for breakfast when he gets up, and I don’t want to over-caffeinate if we do. On the other hand, I could drink water with breakfast… hmmmmmm
**flytrap **- some years back, my husband suddenly sat bolt upright in bed in the middle of the night and said “My dad is dead!” Obviously, he’d had a terrible dream and it really hit him. I managed to calm him down, but I don’t know if he ever really went back to sleep. He called his dad in the morning, and all was well, as it continues to be. His dad will be 83 next Firday.
I had an opposite sort of dream once - that I’d given birth to a daughter. This was years before I’d met **FCD **and when I wasn’t even dating anyone, so there’s no (normal) way I could have been pregnant. Still, the dream was so vivid that when I woke up and didn’t have a baby, I was grieving till I was part way thru my day. Dreams can really mess with you!
Nuts, the idea of a Marmite cocktail is both interesting and unnerving! When they launched the limited edition Marmite Gold, the Langham Hotel in London made the Marmite Gold Rush cocktail for the month of December. As far as I can remember, it was a vodka-based cocktail with grapefruit juice and sugar cane syrup served in a glass with the rim coated in Marmite Gold, and accompanied by a pot of Marmite-flavoured steam. Steam? I ask you!
I’ve also heard of one called Marmageddon (equila, fresh lime juice, agave syrup, beer. And Marmite) which looks worth a try.
Janis - the tomato soup cake is in the oven, doesn’t smell too bad and it’s not too alarmingly orange either. It’s a “normal” cake recipe with flour, sugar, spices, melted butter and eggs, and three quarters of a tin of soup. It’s got to cool off and then it will have a coating of cream cheese mixed with sugar and then some jelly sweets on top.
I’ll have to trim the top to make it level enough for the frosting, so I will get to taste the mysterious creation later. And tomorrow I might well be making coca-cola cake.
I know this is relatively minor in comparison but I’ve had a friend for over twenty years now and at the beginning there was a chance that we would be more than friends but it never worked out. Well, these days he’s happily married and not of interest to me in that way. But for some reason I keep having dreams about him several times a year that we are together. It’s frustrating to me.