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All that china will just break. Buy them plastic things and feel good about it.
I am writing my story now and soon I will email pictures of DS. Buy-eye |
Peachie, I am a-prayin' and a-hoping that your new job is worthy of you and that it comes soon. I don't think any one of my kids has ever called me voluntarily when they were away. I am concerned that you like Bob Dylan. Does that mean that he calls his wife Mommy?
DD is 18 and we’re doing all this medical stuff. It’s fun. She will not put in the hours and hours of research it takes to make informed decisions about what these charlatans propose; but g*d forbid I should interject my two cents during the appt. You all may remember that her dr died so we’re hunting. This week, we saw an arrogant, rude, Harvard hotshot from HUP who seemed not to notice that her knee was attached to a body. When I questioned the wisdom of doing radiation on a knee tumor that is not cancerous and can not metastasize and will reoccur no matter what and will probably require a knee replacement down the line, he spoke to me like I was an idiot. Did you guys know that radiation does no harm to any other parts of the body and does not make bone or living tissue deteriorate? It was a surprise to me, too. After all of this, guess whom she was mad at? I said to her, would she rather I kept quiet and let this dick give her lymphoma? Ach. Another dr in the practice came in with a more reasonable approach but she is sticking with hotshot. I don’t like that kind of mother who thinks that everything their kids do is either to please or to spite her; but she is doing this to spite me. So, I made an end run and found a dr at NYU. You may remember this was her college of choice until dh and I put the k-bosh on it because she is too young to live in NYC and could not run from a mugger. Painty, I come out mostly American and 25% southern/20%Yankee. That’s just about right. Kiwi, I think it helps her that there is no one else from your school applying to her choices of colleges. They want geographic diversity, so if you come from a more remote region (or a dumb region) it is helpful. Wabby, everything that is wrong with us is hormonal. Forgetfulness is a biggie. Go to the health food store. Beg the expert for help. Cookie, your ds is going to a neurologist? Good luck. I hope all goes well. Sugar, where have you been? Does everyone know? Bagzie, does your store have a website? Someone should blather on and on about the south beach diet so I don’t have to buy another diet book. I’m off. bye |
Miss Lush I have noted in my diary that you are present in class today. If you would like pictures of DS, you will have to send me your email address.
Kids are stubborn. That is not reason for moms to be sweet, not b*tchy and let them make mistakes. That's my theory for the day. I can't get the DVD to play. We have this old TV and play DVDs through DS's playstation. We have a DVD player but he says it won't connect to the tv except for being able to record tv shows. He's gone and I can't watch anything. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
You're right, Lush, we live in both a remote and a dumb region. I wonder how much of a shock it will be when DD meets smart people in quantity.
How horrifying to have to make these decisions -- re: dd's knee, especially when you can't just decide for her, eh? Good luck. k |
Oh I did Leslie yesterday.
Well, that's not quite what I meant, now, is it? 2 miles. walking on carpet. |
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh lushie!!! {no website for store---barely able to run it in 3D} this problem with your dd's knee!!! no question that age "18" is a tough one---they feel so "ready" to run the show but if you can manage----try to make your best adult decision!!we all know who will be blamed regardless of the outcome,so you may as well engineer the whole thing as best you can!!!! peachie!!! can't do email right now but i saw your babie's pics---that HAIR-fabulous!!! and a sweet smile to go with it!!how TALL he is!!!! he must be towering over mama~~!!!---------i don't know how to work the dvd player yet,so i can't help! i have something in my eye---gotta go ouch!
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Sugar cleans something!
Just popping in to tell Lush how sorry I am about dd and to copy Kiwi's chicken stoooooo recipe that I will make on Tuesday because I have to "work" all afternoon and have no time to panic about dinner.
Ucky stuff I did this weekend that has left me too weak to post: scrubbed kitchen floor on my hands and knees, cleaned off 2 computer desks, weeded the garden, did a ton of laundry but didn't even make a dent, threw stuff out of ds9's room. We went in search of the May Pole today. In the paper it said they would be putting it up at a certain location but when we went there, there was no one in sight. Turns out they were all at the other location where our neighbour told us it was supposed to be but by the time we figured that out we didn't feel like going there. From now on I will believe the neighbour and not the paper. This town is out to get us, I tell ya. |
Hey Sugar when I was a bratlett in Germany, we had a maypole. Girls in our class outnumbered boys and for some reason (probably my mom's choice rather than do anything to dress me up) I had to dress like a boy, a cowboy I think, and weave in and out with the ribbons. I didn't get it. What was that all about? We didn't get any presents or cake.
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Holy crap Sugar! That's pretty impressive!
I did some stuff this weekend too. I actually sorted out a box of junk -- this was an embarrassing sort of box of junk. A few months ago I had to take my car to the dealership to fix some airbag part which was rather expensive, but I figured, why have airbags if they are missing parts, eh? I did a quick trash cleaning of the car floor, but what I didn't realize was that they were going to have to take both front seats completely out of the car and apart! Imagine my horror when I went to see how they were coming on this little project and I saw the seats out of the car and some poor guy picking up all the trash from under them and putting it all in a box where he'd already put everything from the seat-back pockets!! :yikes: I apologized profusedly to everyone several times, but there was nothing to be done. So then I drove around for a few weeks with this big cardboard box in the back of the car full of crumpled magazines, various pens, trash, umbrellas, flashlights, maps, a comb, a package of cups, a booklight, a hand-held Operation game, a box of kleenex, a few valuable bottlecaps (Buy One Get One Free!), and a hundred other sundry items of dubious value. I felt very little pressure to clean it out--if I needed something, I knew exactly where it was. :rolleyes: Then DD had to take her guitars and amp and some other stuff somewhere, so she put the box in the mudroom to make room in the back of the car. There is no room in the mudroom for more stuff, so I've been tripping over it for a month now. Today I cleaned it out. It took me almost as long to write about it as it did to clean it out. :shrug: Don't remember ever experiencing the maypole, but there is vague recollection tugging at me from early elementary school. Is it particularly German? My mother's family is all German, but I don't remember them doing anything with it. Around here, May Day is traditionally celebrated with May baskets. The only ones I've seen are made of crepe paper and look a bit like a closed up parasol. I suppose you're supposed to put flowers or candy in it, but I'm not sure. DH's aunt makes them and gives them to people. I'm in one of those irrational weepy moods. Brought on by DH going to visit his parents this afternoon, which I thought was an excellent idea, but he just laid around on the couch until about 3:30. I asked him once or twice about whether he was still going and he was vaguely affirmative. Then he went upstairs, and I figured he was getting ready to go - nope, he was playing the guitar. So when he came downstairs, I informed him that his parents would be eating dinner by the time he got there, which he ignored, and about 4:30 he finally left, announcing he would back "later." This really pisses me off because I was planning to roast a lamb shoulder for dinner and obviously he will be eating at his parents' even though he didn't say so. I guess I'll do it anyway because I won't be able to tomorrow, and DD and I will eat it. She will complain about it, which I would find easy enough to ignore if DH and I were enjoying it. So I've been trying not to snap at DD; it's not her fault. It's just very depressing. Knowing there is just no good way to deal with stuff like this - if I complain, I'm at fault for complaining; if I say nothing, I seethe and act hateful, so I'm at fault anyway. Life sucks sometimes. But I'll get over it. I'm going on a trip all by myself on Friday! Won't that be exciting! Taking an airplane and staying in a hotel just as if I were an adult! And I've shaved my legs and waxed my lip in anticipation. Not to worry, I will shave my legs again closer to the event. :lol: Kiwi |
Hi everyone sorry I haven't been around, it has been a hectic week. DS3 has been diagnosed the Essential Tremor and probable Asperger's Syndrome. Ironically the next day the school guidance counselor call to let me know he had qualified for occupational therapy. Plus they are going to do further testing.
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Ohhh, Cookie. I'm so sorry. How old is he? I'm not sure how many kids you have. Bad news about our kids is the worst possible news.
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Oh dear, Cookie, that doesn't sound very good. But at least you got a diagnosis and the promise of therapy. Let us know how things go.
My stew is stewing and it smells really good. Had to go all fancy and use some old shallots I found somewhere because my onions were yucky-looking. Have you tried freezing this, Kiweenie? Or is it so good that you have to eat it until it's gone? We thought we had a mouse in our furnace room. Turns out it was two. They must have been in there all winter eating spilled birdseed. Since we are merciful toward rodents and arachnids, we borrowed a humane trap from a friend and caught the first little nipper with half a marshmallow. He got released onto the field yesterday, and today there was a new mousie in the trap. He took his marshmallow with him when he found freedom. How much do you want to bet there's a whole family down there? Funnily enough, I am not afraid of mice. I'm afraid of just about everything else (people in particular), but mice don't phase me one bit. Quote:
Peachy, I was a May Pole dancer in 1971 when British Columbia had its centennial. I thought I was 6 but I must have been a few weeks short of 8 years old. White skirt, white blouse, white kneesocks. And we had to practice in the gym at lunchtime for days to get all those ribbon patterns right. PLEASE NOTE THAT I HAVE NOT LOST EVEN A SINGLE OUNCE OF FAT - in fact I weigh about three pounds more than my ticker but I'm pretending that it's water weight because my rings are tight this week. Life is an illusion, right? ;) |
Cookie, I don't know anything about these disorders, but I do know about having children, and when things go wrong with their health it's heart wrenching. I hope the Dr.'s can come up with an effective treatment.
Paintypants, I love getting advice. Advise away, dearie. I would love to get more sleep, but I sabotage myself on that too - I tend to go to sleep just fine, but around 3 am I wake up and mentally try to solve all the problems of the world. I've been getting some sunlight because I use a tanning bed every couple days, and the weather has actually been sunny around here lately. My self diagnosis of the problem is that I forget things at work because essentially I'm not interested in my job. Not interested is an understatement. I find it horribly tedious and boring. Unfortunately DH thinks I'm the only person on earth that can look after things, and I'm just too lazy to figure out how to change the situation. Lushy, age of consent should be changed to 25. I've often told my kids that I give my opinion because I love them more than anyone in the world could possibly love them, not because I'm the enemy. It takes them until about 25 to finally get that. I went to the Garden Fair both saturday and sunday, in between I cleaned house (6:30 am to 9:30 am saturday), worked in the yard, made a yummy dinner satuday evening, went grocery shopping, went to my niece's candle party (hate those things), worked in the yard some more, went to dinner w/ DH on Sunday, watched Desperate Housewives, and collapsed. I overdid on the gardening and now my lower back is killing me. My new plants are a beautiful white siberian iris, a hot pink monarda, a hardy fuschia, 24 oriental lilies that I've already planted 12 of, plus a bunch of coleus and annuals for my deck pots. I have tomorrow off work so I can get the rest of this stuff planted and also go for my pre-op appointments at the doctor. Surgery is 6 am on friday. Sugar, for some reason mice scare the bejezus outta me. They skitter. I'd be totally freaking out, which I did a couple years ago when a mice family moved into my laundry room wall. DH took care of it because he knew he was getting no clean clothes until he did. And yes, it's water. Kiwi, you should have tagged along and let your mil feed you too......I hate those wedding gift registries. Who came up with them? One of the world's worst ideas. Bagzie, your life has changed. Do you like it? Are you having fun? Tell us more. Peachy, how will you watch movies when DS goes away to school? OK time to work now. must. pay. attention. |
Say cheese!
Official Mouse Count: 3 - this is getting ridiculous. Dh says when we get up to ten he's getting out the hatchet. :o We go in and out of there all the time, how could we not notice the little darlings?
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