I don't think this is the whip and handcuff forum, Kiki. DH got a birthday coming up?
I don't want fudge. I am a vacuum. I am a black hole .. or did Steven Hawking disprove me? What's really hard about posting is that I'm trying to be positve in my thinking and .... gosh .... I sure do like corned beef.
DS is going camping this weekend. Things are a bit tense between us. He doesn't want to talk to me and I feel frustrated.
My cat, one of them, is really sweet. The other one is so annoying I squirted him with water and locked him in a cat carrier last night. DS let him out.
I still have a headache. I seem to get migraines now that just don't turn into terrible migraines, but they hang on for days. And so does the nausea, so I have to keep a little something in my tummy. anyway that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
I called the carpet cleaning guy 3 weeks ago. He was on his mobile and he said "I think I have your info from last time. I can be there on Aug. 6th." No time, no call back to confirm that he actually did have my address, etc. So I got busy and didn't call him back to confirm. He showed up this morning as I was heading out the door. I was not prepared. He can't clean the area that DS has all his stuff that he cleaned out of his storage container.
DH decided yesterday evening that we are leaving for the weekend this afternoon after work. I'm supposed to have the motorhome ready and stocked with food. I have to work today. I have no idea when all this preparation is supposed to take place. and I have a headache.
The guy who works on my puter doesn't believe anyone would really want games so we don't have freecell. However, when DS gets his laptop for school, I will solve it. In five minutes.
Wabbo whatcha doin fer them migraines? I got some this week of no work and went to the bed. I loved being in bed with a good excuse not to get up. Do you think that's what sickness is for?
Lord, Wabbit, you need to abdicate. Write up a list of the things that need to be done before you can go away and hand them to DH when he gets home. Tell him to wake you when he's done. Yeah, that'll work, right? I made my DH go over the packing list (we have a standard sailboat packing list) and tell me what I needed to bring today. One less thing I had to do.
you are right kiki---there is no maple syrup in that fudge---it just tastes like maple [someone said]-THANKS FOR POSTING THE PICS,NOT THAT ANYONE CARRRRRRRRRRES!!!!!! WABBY I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD START SALIVATING!!!----peachers----the boy is a boy and even the ten year old boy only talks when HE wants to---and if i want or need to know something '"sensitive" he "doesn't want to talk about it!!!!"-----------not looking forward to teen antics=====i am getting too old and them girls wore me out.---KIKI----i would be so crabby if dd didn't call from somewhere but i have had it happen so many times i am used to it---i like when my dd went off with friends i had never met {at one am} in the dark ,up the moose highway to someone's farm {who was too far away for good cell coverage} and didn't call until the next evening----that was a fun one.
Wabby-- I think it was after my 2nd cesarean that I learned I could only go SO fast... and no matter how much stuff someone wanted me to do, I went my slow, steady pace. Amazingly, other people who cared about deadlines pitched in and helped. I am so sorry about your headaches... We are full of ozone and smog here... is it air quality there? Have you tried bio-feedback?
Imagine a lovely massage at the base of your neck.... :-)
I'm going to do Freecell 1941. I LOVE FREECELL!!!!! And the USA Today Crossword puzzle.
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Here is the saddest part of my freecell story. Now that 1941 is solved, I am not happy doing the usual freecell games. Freecell was a happy part of my life, now it is ruined because I know there are hard games out there. Sob.
I got a lovely post from a tanned person in the Northwest. I wish I were tanned.
I just spent 3 hours on the phone with my cousin. My ear hurts. bye
I am up in the middle of the night and surely could have found something more uplifting than freecell 1941 is no longer a challenge. Specificially, I mean that I can not solve it when DS gets a puter and then come and BRAG ABOUT IT> How fair is that?
For those of you who don't know my current whining project, my mom passed away Saturday. In a nutshell, here's the situation: She was schizophrenic, very paranoid, diagnosed while I was in college. But she was always paranoid and a lot of that was directed at me from birth probably. I never felt loved by her but tried, well into adulthood, to make her love her. Everyone longs for their mother.
She was so agitated and mean when i was around her that I learned she was happier if I didn't show up so I stayed away from her. Meanwhile, a set of three cousins stepped in and did things that she needed. When their mom died, she had been kind to them and they felt the need to repay her in this way. They were there when I was not and I know she was also abusive to them but I believe it was a smaller scale.
When I learned she had died, I was told by a hospice nurse to make arrangements for her burial so i called the funeral home and was told "Yes,I'm very familiar with the file."
What file, I asked? I had called him a week before to set up prearrangements but had not gone in. The day before she died, one of my cousins went in to get it started. No one informed me. He told me to come at 2 p.m. to meet and get things started. I did and in walked the cousin. I assumed it was a coincidence. I did not know the three of them were regularly calling the funeral home to see that things were being handled as they thought they should be.
The three of them said they knew what dress she wanted to be buried in and I was to go fetch it. The dress, at that time, was already in the funeral home because the aide who cared for my mom, sent it with her body. Again, no one told me. Frustrating and somewhat demeaning to be out of the loop on your own mom's death.
She had said that she wanted to be buried in Georgia with my father but again, I didn't know that. I'm sure I was told at some point but didn't remember. I had asked a hospice social worker to ask her what she wanted and she told the social worker that she wouldn't mind being buried in Georgia but she thought she'd rather be buried down her close to her daughter. Honestly, that meant something to me. My whole life I have wished my mom wanted to be around me and here was a final gesture. It felt comforting and healing. So I told the funeral director that she wanted to be buried here and the cousins, all three of them, called him over and over to stop it. They finally threatened him saying he was breaking a contract (she had set up pre arrangements a few years ago and ... no one told me). He had his lawyer look into it and told me that I'd have to get a court order to bury her here.
At the very end of this journey of life, my mother is being taken away from me by people who had a bond with her but who could not possibly have ever loved her like I did.
Peachie, I'm so sorry you are still having to suffer all this crap when you should be able to just mourn your mom's passing. If it weren't for the fact that these cousins seem determine to make things hard for you, I would have said they were just trying to take the burden of the arrangements off your hands. Because, really, letting other people help out with all this wouldn't be a bad thing at all. But unfortunately they aren't trying to work with you. I don't know what their problem is. I hope things get better and you can put the bad crap behind you and say goodbye to your mom in your own way. DS will be home today, right? Don't hesitate to tell him what you want out of him, eh?
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like when my dd went off with friends i had never met {at one am} in the dark ,up the moose highway to someone's farm {who was too far away for good cell coverage} and didn't call until the next evening----that was a fun one.
Yeah, that's exactly how I felt most of the week. While we were on the sailboat, I wasn't even able to call our voice mail at home; for some reason my cellphone wasn't dialing out. Fortunately the friends who went with us had one, which did work there, and I was able to get a message DD left on Saturday afternoon. Of course she claimed she'd "been trying and trying" to call but at least I knew she was okay. She called again last night and we hung on the phone for a good long time. She had a good week, but almost everyone in the dorm left after that week, while she was staying for the next week as well. She had a whole day with nothing much to do, and had been calling everyone she knew. Thank goodness for cheap phone cards! She's spent most of her money, so I sent out some more today so she could buy the cd of her performance later this week. I believe that was my first (of many) "send money" phone calls
I think the fudge looks luscious. Right after I get started on my new Am. Heart Assoc. diet I'm going to make some. It's heart healthy, right?
Yeah, I have gotten my lab results back from the Dr. and I guess I'm going to actually do something about my cholesterol. I mean, besides thumb my nose at it and pretend it will improve by itself. So I'm checking out the AHA website. Maybe I'll even get an appt. with a dietitian, although I challenge her to come up with a real diet that I can eat because of all my fruit and vegetable allergies. As I pointed out to my skinny dietitian friend this weekend, I'm not allergic to butter.
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I won it once, but now I can't do it again.
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NEWS FLASH: Solved it at first go tonight!
Sheesh, I could swear I've tried every possible way. Must try it again.
Gotta go eat something. Some butter, maybe. Just kidding.
Trying times for our Peach-cow. Lush can give you good advice about how this will free you. All those family obligations will be gone. After this week you won't have to see the cousins unless you want to. Even so, I know this will be hard for you. Just mourning the loss of the chance of having a normal mother/daughter relationship will be hard. So know we're all thinking of you.
I survived the weekend and even had fun. We went with 2 couples, who are the son's (and wives) of our very good friends. They are all late 20's, so we were the geezers of the group. Both these boys (I guess they're men now) are so nice and such good daddies too. They each had their daughters with them. A one yr old and a 3 yr old. Very busy little girls. The weather was perfect, we all ate too much, drank just the right amount, and relaxed. Of course I'm totally wiped out this morning.
It's supposed to be 99 degrees today. Everything around here is scorched. Somebody came by our shop on the weekend and broke over all my geraniums. Kids don't seem to have enough to do. Heathens.
Kiwi, my niece used to make (and eat!) what she called "butter soup". It consisted of a cube of butter, microwaved and eaten with a spoon.
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Yuck on the butter soup...that's disgusting.
What I am free of isn't only the obligation..though that is a drag. What I'm really free of is the vibe that there never was and never will be any way to fulfill that obligation because everything I do is wrong and I am a fundamentally flawed person.
My carpal tunnel is back due to repeatedly playing freecell.
I just talked to my sis and she told me my dad spent the weekend in the hospital due to chest pain. They don't think he had a heart attack, but they do think that he did have one in the past, that he was never treated for. Once again the question - do I call or stay stubborn?
I'm thinking an email saying I'm sorry he's ill, and I'd like to quit being estranged but that I need something, a sign, anything, that he's sorry or at least that it matters to him if he has contact with me or not. I'm waiting for input before I do anything. Input, please.
Yeah, that'll work, right? I made my DH go over the packing list (we have a standard sailboat packing list) and tell me what I needed to bring today. One less thing I had to do.
Yeah, that's exactly how I felt most of the week. While we were on the sailboat, I wasn't even able to call our voice mail at home; for some reason my cellphone wasn't dialing out. Fortunately the friends who went with us had one, which did work there, and I was able to get a message DD left on Saturday afternoon. Of course she claimed she'd "been trying and trying" to call 
but at least I knew she was okay. She called again last night and we hung on the phone for a good long time. She had a good week, but almost everyone in the dorm left after that week, while she was staying for the next week as well. She had a whole day with nothing much to do, and had been calling everyone she knew. Thank goodness for cheap phone cards! She's spent most of her money, so I sent out some more today so she could buy the cd of her performance later this week. I believe that was my first (of many) "send money" phone calls 
I'm going to make some. It's heart healthy, right? 
