Lush-- good to hear from you. Glad that DD feels up to "moving on." I think that having something cool in the future is one of the best ways to get over/through/around depression. What are you NOT looking forward to that's making you depressed? We care... and will listen attentively to most any story... but just up to 3 times! :lol:

I think DD and DH and I are going to Kerrville for Thanksgiving... DD arrives Thanksgiving day, so we can feast and digest... then drive to the Texas Hill Country with their quaint little CUTE shops rather than get dinged and frustrated in the mall parking lots (or over indulge infront of 48 hours of football!)

I rather liked the S. Rushdie remarks.

Our cat is confined to the indoors and so far NO FLEAS. thank goodness. I remember having them in my apartment many years back. Not only was the cat always chewing some disrespectable part of her anatomy, but they bit my ankles, too.

I think I need new walking shoes.

The dentist fixed my tooth in under 1/2 hour. Sure enough, some enamal that should have been going north and south had bent itself and was going east and west. He ground it down, added glue and some polish. My tongue is no longer shredding itself.

Good Night and Good Luck.

The Great Schatzarina has returned from the grave... I shan't bore you with the details of the malevolent maladies I fought valiantly to recover from . Unfortunately, laying in bed has not been good for any weight loss..but I'm just glad that FAT has memory, and returned to its original areas.. as I simply could not tolerate any more back, arse or hip blubber--lest I would have to wear a sign on my butt stating: "CAUTION MAKES WIDE TURNS" or "WIDELOAD" . Much to do as I lost a week of time .However, I did catch up on my Nancy Drew PC mystery games.. a crack detective that nancy!.. today, off to get some healthy foods back in the cupboards and getting my hair hi/lo lighted.. . (yes, Part 42 of the ungoing hair saga for those that have followed my "follicle follies"..) ... must catch up on all the posts... scanned quickly and see that the much loved lush has returned from her wanderings..welcome back ya old joisey broad! Now stay with this cattle drive...
must go and ready my hair for Gomer Pyle to hilite in between his brake changes and tune ups.

I've returned from Petticoat Junction..I think I shall change my name to Charla Mae...Whaddaya think? Well Gomer did lighten up my hair and it looks okay.. it is now in a state prior to me cutting it with hedge clippers, and coloring so that I looked like a Fat morticia. P.S I WAS NOT KIDDING about working on his manifold in between and before my appointment. .
Lushness, Peachie, Paintessa,wabbina, Bagitta, Kiwieble, and Sug my leetle leebling, I hereby award you each A DAY OF BEAUTY coupon:, treat yourself to a massage, Facial, new Dooo, and a movie. (Please charge it to Mr Lush, Master Peach, Mr Paint, Mr Wabbo, Mr Bag, Mr Sugardaddy,and Mr Kiwi, on my authorization.)

I still have yet to read the preceding posts...I'll git to it...but must first unbag the groceries, and weed the garden.

Latah my lovely Shamooos

Hi Schatzi -- glad to see you are back in the pink as they say. I watched Martha Stewart get a facial; does that count as my day of beauty?

Texas Hill Country sounds much more fun than the alternatives, Painty.

I am thrilled to hear about your flea circus, Peaches. I hope you are not allergic to cat scratches.

I get a kiss goodnight every night from my fave performer. Ha Ha.

DH departed the scene this morning for a couple of very cold days on the sailboat. He took books and a guitar and lots of warm clothes. I think he just wants to get away from the furry alligator.

DD had no school today so she and the squeeze took my car and drove the long way to the Big City for a movie. Eek.

There is silence in the house. I'd better go find out what the little monster is doing. I signed her up for Puppy Kindergarten, so she can meet some new chew toys.

Kiwi

Well, I can't remember what I was going to write, it was so long ago that I hit the reply button. Sad, but true.

So Hi!!

Kiwi

Ya know, yesterday I posted a long rambling post about how I really had nothing to say. Then when I hit the "submit reply" button, my computer ate it. Apparently when you have nothing to say, the internet gods believe you and your post disappears into cyberspace.

Wabbo, it ain't true. The internet is a man and men do not listen.

I am reallly p*ss*d. I am soooh depressed. I want a support group made up entirely of people who are out of work so they will understand what I say. I feel very understood. And LUSHLULU has the nerve to say she's depressed!! Why the h*ll isn't she here then helping me vent????

I feel like I've been going the motions and now I see behind here all these motions amounting to nothing and I don't even want to motion anymore.

Plus .. as I deleted ... yesterday I went to see this counsellor. I know here. I think she's wonderful, a lovely person. But do I feel better???? NoOOO. I feel unbetter. I feel that she made observations of me and thennnnnn wanting to show how smart she is she shared them with me. So what? What do I do with "fact" that she is so impressed with that I tend to act like things that hurt me are unimportant????/ What h*ll good does that knowledge do me???? You know I don't necessarily agree or disagree with her. It's just meaningless. It has nothing to do with the stuff I'm facing. Oh. I just feel lousier than before.

I am going to go email Bagz now and make her straighten out my life.

where's my email???? OKAY EVERYONE THIS IS SERIOUS----WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN BACK ON TRACK----LET'S DO SOME SERIOUS BRAINSTORMING!!!!---

:lol:

Judging by the person around here who is out of work, I do not think a support group would help. DH is happy that he's out of work, even though it is just an awesome stress on me and even on DD. He has a very fatalistic attitude and no motivation to speak of. Every so often he talks about an idea for a business, which I usually try to encourage, if it's not too horrifying sounding, but I don't think he means to do anything until after his unemployment runs out. I'm the one who's depressed.

Here is a story that will at least divert you:

Our little puppy went through her first big trauma today. We went for a walk this morning (before I had breakfast, I would like to point out) and we were having a nice time, up on a trail that is used for x-c skiing in the winter. On our way back, Jet smelled something interesting beside the trail and started digging. Then yelping and screaming and leaping around and screaming -- she got caught in a trap! I'm talking a heavy duty steel trap attached to a chain in the ground! I didn't even believe that this was really happening for a moment, it was just too horrifying to believe. I tried to help her get her foot out, which resulted in her sinking her little needle-teeth into my hand, my arm, my clothes. And I couldn't even figure out how the thing would open at all, let alone do anything about. So I sat there bleeding, trying to calm her down for a bit. Then I tied her leash to a tree and left my (bloody) jacket there, just in case some moron (like maybe the a**hole who put a trap right beside a frequently used trail) heard her screaming and decided to come and shoot his "catch", at least he'd have no excuse for not knowing she was a pet. Honestly, this is how I was thinking.

Then I ran back down the trail, listening to her scream. Believe me, this was most horrible part of the whole experience, having to leave her there like that. I was only about 1/4 mile from home, so I (about died running) got home and called 911. They got an animal control officer from town to call me back. He sounded worse than clueless -- he didn't seem to have any idea of the trail I was talking about, although he certainly sounded like a typical old guy from the area, all of whom would know this place -- and he wanted to know what kind of trap it was -- coyote? bear? EXCUSE ME HOW THE **** WOULD I KNOW OR CARE? Then he said, "Well, some of those traps are illegal!", like this was his solution to the problem! I told him I didn't care about the trap, I just wanted to get my puppy out of it! "Oh." Honestly. Anyway, he said he would come out and see what he could do, but he didn't really know blahblahblah. So I called the police station back and got them to put me in touch with the state police, who said they would have the game warden call me. In the meantime, I had to call the school and have DD paged and sent home because she had my car (and DH was down on the coast).

So I cleaned up my wounds, and gathered up a towel, a pair of leather gloves and a nylon muzzle. Thank goodness for those, I must say. When DD got home, I had her call the vet and wait for the game warden to call, and I took the car and headed back up to Jet. She was pretty calm, considering, and let me pet her and put the muzzle on her. I tried to open the trap, but I really couldn't figure out how and every time I moved it, she would scream, so I just sat there with her for a while. I had a long wait for the animal control office, during which I finally figured out how to open the thing, but I really couldn't do it myself. Finally the guy showed up and we got the trap off pretty quick. Incredibly, Jet was not bleeding and she even put some weight on her foot on the way back to the car. So the ACO was useful after all, I don't know why he talked as if he couldn't do a thing.

I learned quite a bit from the game warden, who called just as I got back to the house after freeing Jet from the trap. This was a coyote trap, no teeth in it fortunately, and they are perfectly legal. They don't even have to be marked so that you can tell where they are. They're like frigging land mines! He said he gives classes on safe trapping, and one of the things he stresses is that they should never set a trap near where unsuspecting people are likely to go by. (Duh) So he got the info from me of where this trap was and he's going to go look at it and have a talk with the owner. He also wanted to know just where on the leg it trapped her, because it is supposed to be made so that an animal can't be seriously injured if they're caught in it. It caught her just above the paw, which he said was exactly what it should do and it probably wouldn't do any harm. It was rather nice to talk to someone who knew what they were talking about (apparently I've been living in this town too long; I tend to think everyone is an idiot after a while).

So the upshot is, I took puppy to the vet and she's fine, nothing broken, just some swelling. She was pretty fearful when we got there (which is unusual), but after getting loved on by every single person there, she was back to her bouncy self. Me, I am punctured and sore but very glad this is over.

There now, if you actually got through all that, you forgot about whatever was bothering you for a few minutes, didn't you?

Any time, dears. Long-winded is my middle name.

Kiwi

Just to further divert you: this is my arm. isn't that the happiest wound you ever saw? :)

Did the vet look at YOUR wound????? This is alarming. At least in Dogpatch, I've never run across a trap. But then again, they'd probably all trap their cousins. I'm surprised you had a muzzle. I've never had a muzzle or a trap. I'm beginning to feel deprived.

My email isn't working.

To see the second cutest dog in the world, look at dogoftheday dot com for Oct. 20. Looks like something out of a coloring book.

KIWI!!!! What a Horror Story!!!!!! Your arm looks like it hurts like a Motha.. and thank the GAWDS that Jett is not wounded..but I'm sure she is "Tramalized"...I hope she has recovered emotionally! AND WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THESE TRAPS!!!!!!Good LAWD Woman you DO live in the wilderness! I have this pic in my head right outta Northern Exposure.

Now then COWPERNIA, I too am still unemployed.. Now then, have you put your resume out there? Networking outside of Church? And about this counsellor... did anything she say ring true with you..have you reflected on it in a somewhat objective way... and if "you can see her point" , do you want to change the 'behaviour", if not or if it's bullcrap, then just forget it. No sense dwelling or pouting bout it. doing that just adds to your feelings of Oh Woe and depression darlink... What is it that we can do to help you?? ..I'm having a brain cramp.

Painty: As an ex Dental Assistant, you had me cracking up about bended enamel.. Darlink, Enamel doesn't bend... LOL, Anyway... dental humor.. you wouldn't get it if ya weren't in the "biz"... my most favoritest job was as a dental assistant.. L O V E D IT! Too bad it doesn't pay real well.

WABBY: Did you realllllllly know the KING????? I'm duly impressed, didja eat fried banana/PB sammiches???? DH and I were married by Elvis at the Viva Las Vegas Chapel.. Perfectly cheesy and tacky. That Cinitopia sounds divine! wish we had something like that here...I would love to do a Horror movie marathon... but none are playing in Podunk.

Bagz: That quote is PRICELESS!!!! I use Advantage and Frontline on my furbabies...never had a problem.. Where we use to live I would take them for long walks and pull many ticks off of them.. When I started to use Advantage/ Frontline.. never had a problem with ticks or fleas.

Sug: I'm sure you will look loverly whilst meeting your new foreign friends...

Painty: 1) I survived my childhood and came out quazi normal...
2) I can take care of myself, 3) I still love my DH

LUSH? Please return to earth- You have many messages waiting.

Cherry Cow: Happy Birthday yesterday ..I hope it was moovalas!



Today I continue to work on my scarecrow goard... and finish my latest Nancy Drew Mystery game.. It's touted for kids 10 and UP... Jeez, these things are HARD! It doesn't make me feel like a rocket scientist thinking Kids age 10 and up can get through these things!... Do Toads migrate...or maybe hibernate? They seem to have disappeared for the most part...Now there is this beautiful black cat with white mittens that tease and terrorize Darby and Casey..heh hehe... I went out to the deck yesterday to see all the furniture covered in muddy cat paw prints..BRAZEN BROAD! I continue to pray to Our Lady of Perpetual Dieting: FATima, but alas, my scale aint budging.. I think I shall eat some chocolate for breakfast.

Shots, thank you for reminding me you're still unemployed. I have been trying EVERYWHERE. Just sinking into hopelessness. What the counsellor said rang true just like if you spill your dinner on your p.j.'s it'll stain. True but not significant.

Kiwi, my gmail won't load. I fear there's too much unopened mail in it. I want YOU to fix it. I would tell you my password but I can't email it to you. Can you fix it anyhow?

Kiwi, I was freaking just reading the tale of your poor puppy. That was absolutely horrifying, I'm so glad to hear that she's not seriously injured. There are ppl around here that trap coyotes too, because they're a serious problem w/ livestock, but I'd think that a trail frequented by humans would be the last place someone would set a trap. Good lord.

Schatz, no I didn't really know THAT King, just a guy who was really good at impersonating him after he'd have a few drinks. :lol: Actually, I'm kind of mad at him right now - he was the one who sold DH the Harley. Which, by the way he has kept parked in the barn since he bought it. He doesn't have a motorcycle licence endorsement yet, so it stays parked until he does. I'm hoping by that time he'll have lost interest and sold it.

I think the reason Peach is getting a little freaked about being unemployed is that in her household she is the sole provider, right Peach? I can understand that would be much scarier. Did you tell the counsellor what you wanted to accomplish by seeing her? Maybe she assumed you wanted to work on some big issues, when what you needed was some reassurance that you can hold it together during this tough time in your life. Have you considered possibly broadening your job search beyond Dogpatch, or do you feel like that is where your roots are?

Today is our wedding anniversary. It was so long ago neither DH or I can remember which one. 27? 28? Geez I'm old. We don't have anything planned for it, in fact I think DH had forgotten until I told him "happy anniversary" this morning. He had that deer in the headlights look. ;)

Birthday greetings are in order for Cherry?

Right, Wabby. Sole provider and not providing. Can't go far beyond Dogpatch because fuel prices will eat up earnings. I did tell the counsellor to the best of my ability. Maybe I'm just in a negative mood but I feel disappointed in her. Learning that my mom was paranoid schizophrenic and that I told my Sunday School classmates not to ask me if I got a job (constant reminder) she asked if I often feel people are talking about me and taking notes about me. Huh. Not too veiled of a question there.