How about a mobile? or windchimes?

forget the switch -get them a ClapOnClapOff-TheClapper
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Sorry I am the emotional wreck cow this week. My poor DH has been going through the "normal" post cardiac depression/anger/moodswings. I've been walking on egg shells, and whatever I say or do is wrong... and he feels worthless and helpless and doesnt know why he was brought back or survived.. To keep my mental health I have been walking miles to nowhere and back.. I'm emotionally exhausted and physchologically bruised ... must go nap.

Some of these ideas are wonderful. I once gave a hostess (Bagz) boiled peanuts and she PUT THEM IN HER COMPOST PILEEEEEE!!!!

Bats sound nice. Kiwi has some to spare. Are they cute ones?

Kiwi's ideas are normal and lovely but Ds has decided to give the hostess hand knitted socks. Guess who's knitting.

You are a carp. Carps are hot. Do you feel bad other than hot?

Wabby, as Cow Queen, can you get me a new culvert or anything?

Poor Schatzi - Hopefully this will be just a stage and y'all can get back to normal soon. Must be SO hard.


Anyway - The reason I feel carpy is that Doc Friedrich now officially says I have severe iron deficiency anemia and made me go buy some giant iron supplement pills. I chose the more expensive kind since they dissolve in the intestine (I don't really like to think about my intestines all that much) rather than the stomach and therefore don't make you so nauseated. WRONG-0!!! Who are they kidding? Talk about "gastrointestinal distress" - I have been lying on the sofa all day feeling unbelievably barfy. Anyone taken these before? Do you eventually get used to it? Which is worse - barfy or pale and exhausted?

Yeah. wind chimes. Or a coffee table book with purdy pictures of the Sunshine State. Something cute and artsy and totally useless. People go for that.

What do boiled peanuts taste like? We have a peanut plant growing outside. Maybe I can make my own.

So sorry things are so difficult with DH, Schatzi. I can imagine. I've seen other men go through that psychological wreckage after heart problems; it's scary. I think you're doing the right thing, getting out of the house when you need to. Hope things get better soon.

Hope you feel better too, Sug. I thought taking iron was supposed to make you feel better; how annoying.

Peachie, Here's a lovely photo of one of the bats. I thought I had posted this before, but I couldn't find it, so let me know if you'd like a few. I know where they live.

I have one more PT session and then I'm on my own. I think what I need is an ice bath twice a day. Or my own private masseuse.

If I heard this right, at DD's school, they were giving free massages to relax people during exam period. I shoulda gone to that school. Oh, that's right, I did. I don't remember any free massages. They always came with strings attached....

Kiwi

1. Kiwi coulda just said NO NOT CUTE>

2. Why can't Sugar eat red meat and black strap molasses and be cured?

3. Re: boiled peanuts. Yummy.

4. Today one of the teachers was reading from a book on bugs and such. Real pictures. Non fiction. One boy said he ate slugs. UHHGGH said the teacher. She named other things and he said he ate them. She said UGHHH every time. Then she showed a peanut worm which looks like a peanut but has a scretchy neck and live in riverbanks. Little girls said, "I don't eat peanut worms. I'm allergic to them."

5. So sorry Shotsy. You need an affirmation maybe. You are good and loved and strong and all that. Say it.

sugar---make him tell you why you are anemic and fix THAT problem!!!! i think you need to see Dr. House---i hate iron pills-i was supposed to take them when pregnant---they made me sick so i didn't---then i need two blood transfusions when i had dd----to bring the iron level back up---and then ten years later they called me and anyone who had had a transfusion in the mid-eighties in for blood tests to see if they had give us AIDS---now that was fun-----i was fine but alot of people had been infected that way---how scary was that!---------------what is causing the anemia???

I've never had a bat in my house so that's probably why I think that one is adorable. Outside is just fine. We saw one flying around the other night. I saw a thing on TV about this huge palace in Saudia Arabia somewhere where a manservant (is that a PC word?) was swinging some kind of incense stuff on a plate to ward off the bats.

It's the Monthly Great Flood, my dear. I guess the blood loss/iron loss thing must have started after I went off the pill several years ago and has now reached its limit. Don't know how much they can do about that but I have to go the ob/gyn soon for a checkup anyway so I'll see. Last time I mentioned it he said it was normal. Apparently my iron is so low that I have no reserves left and diet won't help at this point. They'll check again in three months and then I can probably keep it under control. Not feeling so barfy today thanks to some delicious ginger tea.

I saw a kid eat a slug (well, HALF a slug) once and it wasn't pretty. Things I have eaten: fried ants, fried grasshoppers. No peanut worms.

HeeHee I love little kids. Speaking of kids, DD's high school band teacher is pregnant. We are all very excited. She's so nice. Her husband is covered with tattoos and piercings. But also nice. Just a little off the wall. You know how they used to say that the country tilted and all the kooks rolled to California? Well, there's something about this area here that brings in odd couples. Many people move here for some job reason and bring along strange and interesting spouses. I'm not sure why. The local Congregational church has a woman minister who's been here 5 or 6 years whose husband's name is Milton Bradley. And that's not nearly the oddest thing about him. They are an interracial couple: she is a red-haired, pale, plump middle-aged woman; he is a big black man with 2 foot long dreadlocks and a grizzly beard. They are both just lovely. But a little off the wall. Something about the air around here.

Well, theoretically I'm not opposed to them outdoors. Although if I see one swooping around the yard when I drive in the driveway, I freak and have to put something over my head to get in the door. I'm glad you think they are adorable; if I catch any live, I'll send them to you. They are fuzzy and have fascinating paper-thin leathery wings. I hate that we have to kill them usually in order to catch them in the house, but the swooping and hanging from the wall and stuff is just unbearable. Also the poop. I have to wash DD's BF's car today because it has bat poo on it.

Here is how my SAAB looks today:

Oh Bagzie, a girl I knew in high school's child had a blood transfusion in the 80's and died of AIDS because of it. So sad.

Kiwi, I love off the wall. You'd never know by looking at me b/c I'm white bread. Maybe I should move to Maine.

My joke of the day -
What do you get if you play a country western song backward?

You get your dog back, you get your truck back, you get your girl back, you get ....

Sob sob for the SAAB... (corny aint I)... Well darlinks, DH went to the docs yesterday... they cant believe how well he is doing... we talked about the depression which is very common... and if it persists we will seek professional care... I 'll relay more in an email... but so far things are looking good. And I am getting a grip emotionally but I am still all hivey and have loverly cold sores now.
I couldnt take Iron either... burp, and metally taste and ripped me stomach up... I hope you find something Sug to help you feel better...its carpy feeling crappy all the time.

Holy Bat Guano Kiwonk! Bats in the Belfry again!!! This is a yearly thing!! We must figgure out how to bat proof the house!!!! How about putting a bat house up in the yard??or is that inviting more trouble???? I love bats...but I would draw the line at having them as houseguests..... SLUGS on the other hand I detest!!! Naked Snails!!! Slimey!!!! GA-----Ross!!!!
Lets, see I got a partial perm and had my hair cut...Mr Lyn musta been on drugs, as it looked like someone hacked at my hair with a machete... soo.... I stop in the salon today to see if he could fix it and his Chair and station are GONE!!! He up and QUIT!!!!! Its a soap opera at the Village salon... and I'm not surprised that he left... so I had Cute H try to fix the cut... I said H look at this !!! She stared and I said What was wrong with him!!! She stared and said "If ya cant say somethin nice...." and 20 bucks later.. I have a half decent doo....

Ok thats all thats new from Gary Gnu

Hey, Schatzi - good to see you posting again! I can only imagine what you've been through. Men are lousy in general at convalescing. My father, who, bless his heart, would be 104 if he were alive today, had bypass surgery when they were just in the pioneering stages with it. He got a lot of mileage out of having had the same surgeon as Dwight Eisenhower and Milton Berle. After his surgery - which was horribly traumatic for all of us: he was 59, I was barely out of my teens, and I had never, ever known my father to be anything other than a big, robust man, perpetually suntanned, who spent all of his spare time traipsing through the woods around his & my mother's house - clearing brush, creating lawn space, making gardens... By profession, he was an engineer; was one of the men who conceived and built the Winsor-Quabbin Dam project in western Mass which provides the major part of Boston's water supply. Anyway, he seemed to go overnight from this big, robust man to a small, pale and horribly ill one - hooked up to all sorts of machines and paraphernalia in the hospital. When he was ready to go home, the doctors advised him to "rest" and not overexert himself. (I think now they actually prefer to see patients get moving again). Anyway, he said if he had to spend his days just "sitting around" as my mother, who was a nurse, wanted him to do, he might as well be dead. I'll never forget the day I drove into their yard (I was in college and living away from home then) and saw all sorts of construction and earth-moving equipment busily working on the hill up in the woods behind my parent's house. My father was nowhere to be seen, and I asked my mother what the devil was going on. She shook her head and said, "Oh your father. The man has lost his mind. He says he's always wanted to learn to ski, never did, and now, by God, he's going to while he still has the time. He's having a ski tow installed! He's up there supervising, of course!" (Back then, they were all rope tows). From that point on, my father's bypass surgery was no longer an acceptable topic for discussion. He even reacted to someone saying "How are you today?" with suspicion. He spent the next ten years happily skiing that slope up in the back acreage.
Men!
Well, hopefully, your DH won't come up with anything quite so dramatic to reassure himself that he's regained his what - masculinity? Stamina? Manly strength? I don't know, but men seem to especially hate this stuff - or at least have less capacity to deal with it than women. Poor guys, eh?
In the meantime, please look out for your own health. It's so nice to have you back!

Best,

Ella

Wow. I would have liked him. My grandfather was that kind of man, always building something cool. He built an inground swimming pool back in the 50s or thereabouts, complete with wading pool/footbath, patio, and later, a "cabana" with changing rooms. He also built a one-hole golf course,

mykeyboardjust diedgoodbye

I got my keyboard back. Jet keeps diving under my desk, where there's really no room for her, and as she comes out she often takes one of the cords with her. Luckily I know how to type without a keyboard....but it is very time consuming.

My DD is home!! She and the BF and my SUV got home last night. I don't know where they put his stuff (he unloaded it at his house before they arrived here): the car looked totally full with hers. My little dear needs a LOT of stuff... I had to give back the sporty little red car, more's the pity, but the roads are probably safer with me behind the wheel of a big box than tooling around like a teenager anyway...

DD is out pounding the pavement looking for her summer job. At least I think she is. Maybe she's just shmoozing with the home crowd.

I'm going to go make dough in my bread maker. I hope it comes out. Ta

Kiwi

I would have liked Ellas Dad and Kiwinis gpa fer sure...Quite the manly men... I've never been one for those "sensitive types" that seemed to come in vogue in the 90s ...

Thank Gawd ya edited that note on the pizza kiwi.ya had me thinnin you were wearin an apron, had yer hair up in a bun and wearing high heels in the kitchen! Glad the kiwiette is home safe and sound -- has it been the first year over already??? I bet she did fantastic and didnt even gain that freshman 15!...

Ella my dh waited all of 2 days before getting behind the wheel I just need to to get him to exercise now... he did come for about a mile walk with the furkids so thats a start... his spirits seem better ... so that s good too. thanks fer your concern darlin how is your DD doing?

Cowhide, is DS home for the summer or is he in meheco or spain or where??? and Lcp --is she exploring the congo on some grant??

Bagz is DD home from the land of thumbalina and cheese?

As a result of this health scare, I;ve gone to the Dentist to learn I have about 2000 worth of work to do... I wanted to hit him since he said "when you get around your age the issue is periodontal disease, but you are fine" hmmpfh "my age in deed!" I just have a bunch of old leaky fillings that need to be replaced... and another crown.. I swear all my teeth will be capped before im 60. -- and I went to the eye doc... my vision hasnt changed in 10 years but I couldnt use my contacts because I was having trouble seeing close up-- and had to wear my glasses..so they were on my nose to see afar, and on my head for close up On off On off onoffonoff... and I swore NOT to be one wears them low on the nose and peer over them like an old gma...or buy some hippydippy chain to hand from (no offense to anyone who does) -- well, they make these lenses now that are bifocals... they are MAGIC!!! I love them!!! Lets see... I also had my cartoid check for plaque and stroke stuff.. the guy says my carotids look clear..Look see the Red..this is the oxygenated blood going to the brain and the blue is the jugular with the used blodd returning.. I said my husband would disagree with you--he swears no oxygen gets to my brain heeheee... and I got checked for peripheral artery disease and abdominal aneyurism ..and osteoporos...bone density! All fine... next is a check up and then a gyno exam and I hope that will bethat !!! DEAR GAWD I AM TAWKIN LIKE IM ** 88 years old but...thats what I be doin the last weeks.