You're gonna stuff a squid??? How, um, interesting and....scary! I don't want to think about what that's going to look like...
Thank you! Of course, the $2.99 items were only the Golden books; the beautiful kitty was about $15. My niece must have these things, you know, I cannot possibly resist. But I didn't feel like I overspent, anyway.
Lived closer anyway. I had the impression some of her relatives were Pennsylvania Dutch. You know, the ones that make shoofly pie.
Crack, of course.
Don't worry, there's a method to this madness.... Congrats on becoming a PMP!!! Will you have to recruit HOs now? You know, Human Organisms....

Gotta go to Physical Torture. Later cowsies

I'm pining away for Lushy! You guys make me miss her so much!!! Remember when she had the affair with her cpa? something to do with a spinach pie?

Thanks for the 's -------

DD is in CA again, as her BF's dad died suddenly of a heart attack, and they are there for the funeral. Too much sadness in our world.

Schatzi, congrats on the PMP!!! It sounds a little obscene, but I'm sure it's a perfectly respectable thing to be.

Kiwi, your DD weekend sounded divine. Good food. Good cheap food. I like.

Sugar, this is the first year ever that I haven't dug one bit in the dirt. Not one little shovel full. All my containers have the dead remains of last year. I suppose I'd better get it together soon if DD is getting married in the back yard in June. I think I'm going to call my friend's service - Amigo's Landscape Maintenance --- besides, I figure I could use a few amigos.

Sugar had the 3 kidneys and I still have extra long eyelashes. Sugar, you do still have the extra kidney, right? I hear they're worth some big $$$'s on the black market.

Hi to the resta youz cows, too. I gotsta get some work done.

I went back and read 2001 cow blurbs. It was like a time capsule. Now I'm all nostalgic and kinda sad. I read one entry when I'd gone to the beach w/ DH and 4 teenagey kidlets. It sounded like a really nice time. Wish I was there.

that happened to me too wabby--- i was sad when i read of your dh entrys and i also felt nostalgic for my younger babies---TIME EFFIN FLYS FOR SURE---i wish i could wheel ds down to timmy's with his pluggy in his mouth and his plastic shopping buggy in his lap..........................

Ahh, nostalgia.

Funny, I was having the opposite stream of thought on my way home last night. Never a good idea to be alone in a car for too long, I'm finding. Started remembering how much money I wasted on therapy for depression which never accomplished anything positive (it did accomplish negative things). Made me want to sue the doctor for taking my money on false pretenses. I think I could have paid for a year of DD's college with what I paid that man to tell me stories about his family.

Sorry, little snuck in there today... I had been thinking about something Dooce said on her blog recently, looking back to when she was struggling with post-partum depression -- she said she wished she could go back and tell her self at that time that everything was going to be all right, because it would have really made a difference. Nice sentiment, not sure it really works, though. Can you tell yourself everything will be all right and believe it?

If so, I want everyone to know that everything will be all right.

Eww, I just took a sip of coffee and there was a chunk in it. I spit it back. Serves me right for heating up another cup at 7 PM.

Well, now that I've horrified each and every one of you, tata!

Kiwi

I could tell myself that everything will be all right and believe it if I went back in time with that message and knew that I'd been in the future and had knowledge thereof. Isn't that what she was saying? Everything turned out all right and she wished she hadn't been all worried about nothing.

DS drove from St. Pete to Gainesville today and called to let me know he was doing so. That's impressive for him. When he got to Gainesville, he would've called me but forgot. By the way, I learned that some people don't know what you're talking about if you say St. Petersburg. One of the nurses at DS's hospital didn't get it and when it dawned she said, "Oh,St. Pete." And she GREW UP in Gainesville.

I didn't see those beach entries. Once I found the kidney story, I got no further. Speaking of kidney beans, a kid at school shoved one into his nose. It lodged, took in moisture, swelled and he had to have outpatient surgery to get it removed. He's one of the bright ones, too. He was copying another kid who put a split pea into his own nose.

It's an interesting meditation exercise. I've done it, actually. I was SO miserable so many times during my first marriage, and when I heard about this concept, I thought it might be helpful if I could somehow go back - perhaps in the dream state(?) and reassure the "young me" that her life will, in fact get much, much better. I think the *belief* comes about because from where you are now, everything IS alright...everything DID turn out well. It's not like those visualization exercises where you're supposed to visualize what you want to have happen (or how you want to look): you are simply passing on the truth of what HAS happened in your present that is unknown to you in your past.
Was it helpful? Well, at the risk of sounding looney or "new-agey", I'd have to say that it did. During meditation, I actually could recall little "rays of sunshine & hope", I guess you could call them that I felt once or twice as a young wife overwhelmed by the demands and insecurities of a narcissistic husband who demanded that "everything had to be about him" up to and inclusing resentment at the time I spent with my babies. Just little glimmerings of hope, you understand...nothing terribly concrete; just enough, I guess, to keep me "keeping on" and believing that life might somehow get better some day. Were those glimmerings of hope the result of a message of some kind from the future me? Well, quantum physics certainly says it's possible.

Not looking for a debate, here, Cowp - this is just a personal opinion, and will not lead to any mention of Hitler. Also not offering it on an authoritative level. Really.

Chunks in your cawfee, Kiwi? Oh,

We are re-doing one of the bathrooms. It had that oh, so ugally ceramic tile with the black trim around it (fifties, is it?) and we've debated tearing it all out or just decorating around it and living with it (it's sort of a secondary bathroom). So, I did my best to decorate around it, but it's been an annoyance to me ever since we moved in. FINALLY, I found, online, a method for painting over ceramic tile that actually works - if you follow the steps religiously, the result ends up with a perfectly shiny-enamel surface just like the original, but <sigh of relief> a different color. So in between bike riding, tutoring my SIL for his certification test in English (He's already certified in Math and teaches math, so I have no idea why this additional certification is neccessary), grocery shopping, exchanging birthday gifts and blah-blah and so on, I've been painting tile.

My daughter's appt. in Boston yesterday resulted in a FOURTH opinion that she needs a hysterectomy, so she's finally accepted the neccessity, and is going to go ahead and schedule the surgery. On top of the MS, she has a mass of fibroid tumors in her uterus that have been draining her system of iron - she's badly anemic - and now, they're coming out for good, which should improve how she feels a great deal.

Have a great day, all -

Ella

I don't know about this going back in time stuff. If I could have seen my future I don't think I could have lived my life. I suppose I wish I could go back and appreciate the ordinariness of my days. It's those ordinary days you miss, not the big deal days. ---------- and telling myself everything will be all right is what I do now, and I really have no faith in it. I know that nothing will be all right. Never again. Things will just be and I'll have to get used to it.

Kiwi, depression is such a thief, it steals your life and perpetuates itself because when you're depressed you're unable to make those changes that could chase the depression away. The old Catch-22. Wish I was around to give you a when you feel that way.

We need Lushy here to lighten us up. She'd say forget the , you need a

I'm going to this http://www.wings-seminars.com/semina...sonal/pes.html, and when I do, I'm staying here - http://www.ovaldoor.com/about.shtml
I need to do something and I may spend the entire time sobbing in the corner, but at least it will be a change of scene and it may even help me a little. Why doesn't everyone meet me there?

Wow. She must be a blissful person...

You have a male sister-in-law?

The Oval Door looks like a lovely place, not too expensive either. I will wave my magic wand and join you! Boy, I could sure use a motivating seminar or two...

I have practically killed myself today going for a long walk with Jet and her rambunctious friends. My doggie friend asssured me we wouldn't overdo (I was quite wary because of my hip), but true to form, when I felt like turning back, she wanted to keep going. With friends like these...

DH went off this morning to do something, so it would be nice to accomplish something today -- so far I've put Rosie to work vacuuming the LR and den, run the d/w and done a load of laundry. What I really want is a nap.

Elle, I hope your dd has a very successful surgery that really makes her feel better..

I wish I had ugly tiles in my bathroom so I could paint them. What were they before? White?

Speaking of surgery, I wonder where my mom is; I haven't heard a word since I got back from Boston, and she moved rooms so I don't have the number. Sigh, must make phone calls and check in.

Later gators. I see Rosie's Power light has gone from green to yellow; she will be coming to a halt pretty soon.

Kiwi

SIL = son-in-law

Thanks, Wabby, for the clarification on son-in-law. For a minute there, I was wondering if I'd made a mistake??? I feel bettah, now.

Ummmm, think a sort of seafoam blue-ish/green-ish...very strange color, whatever it may be called...nothing whatsoever matches it. The tile is about 2/3rds of the way up the walls - more like 3/4ths of the way up behind the tub (which actually is nice & big & roomy, so I DO like that) - and THEN, Tah-dahhhhh!!!!! BLACK trim (narrower tiles) all around the top of the tile part, a narrow line of black tile running horizontally around about a foot from the top, and of course the towel bars, toothbrush holder, soap holder and toilet paper holder are all built-in black ceramic. If it were black and WHITE, I would've left it alone...could've used practically any color with it, yes? SOOOO, after months and months of looking, I found wallpaper (that cost a freaking fortune, so it's good that it's just a small bathroom) with a brown background, a kind of carmel-colored branch-thingie that repeats across it, and <be still my beating heart> the actual SAME (or extremely close) color blue-ish/green-ish branch thingies, too. SO, I'm painting over all the black tile *accents* in the same brown as the background in the wallpaper, and putting down floor tile that looks swirly-marbley with dark brown and a bue-ishy/green-ishy swirly thingamabob running through it. So, my towels can all be brown - because matching that blue...blah blah...color is downright impossible.

Hmmm. TMI??? Yeah, probably. You put me in front of a keyboard and I jes' keep typing until they put me in handcuffs and drag me away....

I hope your Mom is okay, Kiwi.

And that Oval Door place looks boffo, Wabby. Wish I could be there, too. I'll prolly be still painting tiles.

TTFN

Ella

Ah, silly me! I don't have one of those, so I didn't think of it. How inconvenient for them both to start with the same letter. Have you noticed that we rarely abbreviate mom and dad? Speaking of whom (for another awkward segue), I did get my mom's phone number and call her. She talked my ear off for a good long time; she was really glad to hear from me, which is always nice. I know all about more than I could possibly want to know about recovering from hip surgery. And hospital food. She's doing well, slashing through one post-op difficulty after another, and hoping to go home in a couple of days. Yeah, slashing -- or something...

I've got to get off this computer before I grow roots.

Kiwi

Just for the sake of truth in advertising, I must disclose that my new avatar is not a photo of me or anyone I know.

And speaking of avatars, I have not mentioned, Peachie, how much I like that pic you're using! Adorable.

Ta

Kiwi, your avatar is a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Little Lulu. Mine ... as you know .... is DS holding a lion.

Let's all decide we don't like Lush.

*sigh* remembering how Bagz didn't post for a little while and someone said they missed her and Lush said, "I don't care anything about Bagz. I have new ecru rugs." Something like that.

What's with this quotie thing?

One of my kids who is black wears her hair pulled up into a power puff on top of her head. One of my white kids was squirming around and not paying attention and nothing is ever their own fault so I when I told her to pay attention she said, "I can't see because of that fuzzy thing." Meaning the hair. I found it very cute and both kids are.

i remember when lush dissed me and said she didn't care---just for that i hope she can't get to the computer because she has three turkey carcASSES on her arse----and her brand new spanx that she bought to control them have ripped in four places-------