Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
That is scary!
Kinda wish my hubs would 'gear up' to protect the homefront, if ever.
But then again, I don't know.....
Same as last year.....
How many were there, where'd they go?
The spooks, I mean.
I think the chips in those little bags taste different than the ones in a big bag.
HOWEVER SOMEONE PULLED INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND KNOCKED LOUDLY ON THE DOOR.
Did not answer it and after a while they drove off. Did not call hubby because he would have appeared with a loaded shot gun.
He heard a whistle the other night and got geared up because he thought it was a signal from gang members.
We live in a fairly up scale subdivision with houses on five acres and so far no trouble plus we do have a security system. Our small town does and has had a drug problem and recently the police have been busting mostly meth labs in town.
There could be just about a n y t h i n g in those little candies!
Cwillie? Are you there?
"In the end, the earth will freeze over".
Yeah, it's just frozen rain, and I'm sticking to that.
NFD.
There was a wet street this morning as the great big rainmaker in the sky must have wanted to spread a little cheer here too.
And of course there were the legal issues they faced in and out of the courtroom, defending their clients.
I just LOVED that show.
I use to watch a lot of TV, but too many of the really good shows weren't renewed after the first season. I loved "Forever" about a doctor who never aged and was now over 100 years old but looked 40... he was solving current crimes by remembering situations back in the 1800's that he had witnessed.
The reason, is the protrayal of Dr. Shawn Murphy on that day showed he was incompetent to handle the requirements of being a doctor. (Stress not handled, and lack of sleep, lack of judgment.)
My hubs explains the writers are on rotation, so the good ones obviously didn't write this episode. imo.
To wit, a day without an Amazon delivery is like a day without sunshine
The eco-friendly bamboo fibre running vest for Daughter 1, who's taken up fitness again and should be encouraged. The Japanese tempered steel knives that Son spoke approvingly of (albeit fourteen years ago, and he was choosing one for me, at my request, as a Big Birthday present). The Peruvian embroidered velvet that's just perfect for Daughter 2.
Items are catching my eye and I find myself *thinking* *up* reasons to get them. I know where this is going. I will end up with penguin clock radios and clip-on LED reading lights stockpiled in the wardrobe. This is a nightmare.
Is there a shopping and/or hoarding gene identified yet, does anyone know? I know about the 'all women become like their mothers' chestnut, yes yes very funny but only half true. What I don't understand is how, given my long-running campaign against it, I'm still so drawn to mail order and have to use so many mental weapons to make my arm put all this crap in the recycling bin; and I wonder if I'm battling not only unsatisfactory self-discipline but in fact the whole of heredity, and therefore not giving myself enough support.
E.g.
Self: "Ooo. Those boots are really quite nice..."
Better Self: "Yes, they are. You know why you think so? Because they are remarkably similar to the boots that you already have, and which, by the way, you have yet to polish like you promised yourself you would when you bought them. At some expense. Not so many months ago."
Pause.
Better Self: "You do not need two pairs of very similar boots. Put the catalogue in the bin. Put it in the bin. No, not later. No, you don't want to see what else they're selling. Do it now. Now! Do it!"
Bloody hell. All I wanted was a quiet ten minutes with the Saturday newspaper and a coffee.
One hoca resident's son complained his father was left facing the wall
D*mn nursing homes!!!