Was having a great time (Beware, long rambling:-)
Posted By: desperado on 2007-12-09
In Reply to: Nice snow face! He's been rootin' for something! - Hayseed
while I was scooping the back so thought I'd try to get a couple of pics for DH, who is gone for the next 10 days for work. He's a labradoodle that we got last summer at 4 months old and before anyone jumps in here and says they're overpriced mutts (which they are  ) we got him from a shelter in another city. All of the dogs I have had have been from shelters and would never pay hundreds or thousands when there are so many dogs that need homes. We saw a brown one last summer that DH fell in love with, so I did some searching and this shelter had several. The others had been picked up as strays, a couple of older dogs and several puppies, which I guess all but a couple died from parvo. Jake was turned in by a family who thought he was too energetic for their 2-year-old. He had kennel cough, we discovered, when we got him home and was sick for a few weeks, but not too bad a case, had some snotty nose and coughing, was really worried about pneumonia, but the vet said to go ahead and give him the vaccine and sometimes that helps them get over it a little easier. He's got a nice combination of lab and poodle coat, needs to be raked once a week or so, but he doesn't shed. He's a little pill for sure but I think is going to be a great dog with a little more work. He's still pretty ~boisterous~ you might say on walks. I'm a Dog Whisperer fan, just love that show and Cesar Millan, so we ordered the collar that he uses on that show, and it really is making a huge difference. Also, I was really impressed when we got it. How many things do you find these days that are made in the US? His packaging on the collar had ~~we proudly support our country, made in the USA~~!! Even more of a fan now!
I have been checking out boxer rescues and if we can afford a home of our own, hopefully next year sometime, I'd like to get a pal for him. I'm actually a big boxer fan from way back, have a pic mom took of me as a baby in diapers sitting in the middle of a litter of boxer puppies with them crawling all over me! a wonder any of us grew up, huh  , with all the things we came in contact with like that, she'd probalby get hauled away for child abuse these days. Dad found the mamma boxer wandering the country roads one hot summer day when he was hail adjusting. She was struggling, pregnant, really hot and thirsty, so he brought her home, no one ever claimed her, so Duchess became a part of our family. I had a boxer some years ago that I adopted from a puppy mill raid, where I helped take care of some of the dogs that were rescued, 200 and some of all varieties and ages, mostly all sick, filthy, malnourished, etc. in the the middle of January, below zero, snow, and a lot of them kept outside with no shelter, was a horrible mess, but people in that town really stepped up to the plate, donated all kinds of food, leashes, collars, bedding, vets donated their services, and all but a few of the dogs (too sick and had to be put down) were adopted. Duke was a very sick pup at first and didn't know if he'd make it, but he was a wonderful dog with my kids when they were young!
Anyway, just sitting here browsing the board and rambling on...By the way Hayseed, I visited your website the other day because I wanted to see your web cam (really cool!) and saw you had an RIP pic for Arf, sorry for your loss. I remember you said awhile back you thought it wouldn't be long but must have missed when he passed and crossed the bridge.
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I just need to VENT and see what you all think...Beware...this is long...sm
I have tried twice to tell this story but deleted it both times because the story is just too long so I will be as short as I can.
I have a bunch of ROTTEN TO THE CORE sisters. My sisters are just about the worst people I have ever met in my whole 43 years on this planet. There is one who is especially bad and I just told my other sister that if she ever dies, to please not call me as I won't come to any wake or funeral for her because I HATE her guts. I come from a very large family with 5 sisters and 1 brother with my brother being the oldest. He is not involved. He sort of "left" the family years ago because he couldn't take the bulls**t of my sisters anymore. They did terrible things to him after his divorce. We rarely see him now. I am considered a scumbag and a loser because my husband and I don't make a lot of money. We don't own a home. We don't have gorgeous cars. We can't give our 3 children everything they want and we can only give them small amounts of what they actually need, but we do try. We love our children with everything in our souls. They have made fun of me and my husband and insulted us to our faces. My husband and I have a difficult marriage as he is tough to get along with so they hate my husband's guts. My sisters have all gone out to dinner without inviting me. I have found out because of someone's slip of the tongue. They have made threats and sent rumors flying throughout the family, without me knowing, about calling DCYF on me. I heard that one too from a slip of the tongue. I cried for 2 hours in the shower that day. They talk about everyone and I mean everyone badly. They have a well known reputation in a couple of our towns here for being mean horrible girls. They are about as fake and phony as a person can get. Sweet and all smiles to your face and when you turn around, they stick that knife in as far as they can get it in. They have what they have in their lives because of what someone has given them. My sister had her property given to her by her in-laws. It is worth about $1,000,000. My other sister had land given to her by her husband's family so they could build their house and then his parents used to come over with BIG fat checks "to lessen their mortage burden" so now they owe almost nothing on their $500,000 house. They think they are fabulous people. They think they are the cat's meow. In the past years when we were all talking and I would be invited to a holiday, I was not spoken to at all the whole time I was there. I am a venter and I always have been so if my husband and I are fighting, I will always go to my older sister (one up from me) and vent and vent until I can't talk anymore because I just get so angry. She gets on the phone the second I leave and tells every person in my family what is going on. They in turn judge me and my husband, make their threats, and so on. This is also happening to my oldest sister and her partner (she is in a gay relationship but was always dating a man and was married twice) and my sister's daughter and her family. The three of us, me, my sister and her partner, and my sister's daughter and her family, talk. We get along well. We are happy with each other. We don't judge each other. Whatever happens in each other lives, we just accept it and don't judge each other because we realize that each other has their own life and they will deal with whatever comes on their own with their own family in their own way. I now attend holidays at my sister's daughter's home. I don't leave her house after a holiday feeling lonely or sad or angry because no one would speak to me. I don't feel judged. The sisters (I like to call them the Witches of Eastwick) all attend holidays with each other up at my sister's husband's family's cabin in the mountains. The three of us are not invited. My older sister has a son. Several yeas ago, my sister and her partner had a terrible fight with him. He went to the witches and told them a bunch of lies and now they have pretty much shunned her and her daughter and me too because we still talk to her. I have a sister, who is involved in all of this, that I speak to on a regular basis. She is close to my kids or at least my oldest son. She pretty much ignores my other two children and they tell me, It's alright mommy, we know Aunty Becky hates us." She is the one who has spread rumors about me in the family trying to get everyone to call DCYF on me. I heard this too by a slip of the tongue from another sister a few years back. I tend to be a forgiving person so I quietly forgave her for this without her ever knowing that I knew what she was trying to do. Now that they are all inviited to the holidays up to my sister's cabin up north, this rotten sister of mine (the one closest to my son) has 3 cats that are fed twice a day. They are extremely fat just like her. These holiday trips up north are usually kept quiet and I only know about it the day before they are leaving to go, which is when she inevitably asks me to come feed her f******g cats. This is how I know that a big party is going on up at the cabin and once again only the chosen selected few are going. This is usually for 3 or 4 days and they get fed twice a day so I have to go to her house twice a day. Sometimes I have to give them medication and the last time she asked me, I even had to soak her sick cat's feet in medicine. She lives about 20 minutes away from me. This girl would NEVER, NEVER, EVER do this for me. My husband and I took our children on a cruise 3 years ago and we have a cat and I never asked her to do this for me as I know she would have laughed in my face. I have been feeding her cats for years now when she goes away. Keep in mind though that she was in the select chosen few to be invited up to the cabin. I was not as I am considered trash in the family. I am SICK AND TIRED of feeding this girl's cats so SHE can go up north to have fun with the family on the holidays. My sister who invites everyone to go is a mean, horrible, sadistic, vicious, backstabbing wretched b***h. No one will say anything to her like, "Gee Pat, where is everyone else? Didn't you invite this one, and this one, and this one?" They could care less. All they know is that THEY were invited.
Anyway, I am sorry this is so long. I can't take my sisters anymore. I have been thinking of this all day all weekend long. I am really to the point where I just don't want to see them ever again. I am going to tell my fat a** b***h sister to fnd another way to get her cats fed because I'm not doing it anymore!! She is just using me and believe me when I tell you, she enjoys it. She is very diabolical. She loves it that I am not invited and she and her husband are. She even questions me and counts the cat food cans to make sure that I came on all of the days they were gone. These people have balls of brass and I have had ENOUGH. I am just sitting and waiting patiently for the next time she says, "Oh, we're going up north for a few days. Can you come and feed the cats?" I just can't wait to see the look on her face when I simply say, "No. I can't. I will never feed your cats again! Find some other sucker to do it!"
I believe that they are severely narcissistic people and this is nothing to take lightly. These types of people are very destructive. Do any of you have family members like this and what do you do about them? How do you stop them from making you feel sad, lonely, excluded and less than you are or deserve? I think it is time for me to cut all ties with them. I just can't take their crap anymore and I do think I would be much, much happier and calmer.
Well, now it's my turn to tell my story...(Beware..this is long)
Well, I just don't know where to begin. I was 26 years old when I met and married my husband. It will be 14 years ago this August. I was a platinum blond, Swedish, 26-year-old, voluptuous virgin waiting for my prince to come. I had never dated because I was too fearful and shy. My mother always told me that my prince was coming. She just didn't tell me he was going to be the prince of darkness. It has been a nightmare, although he says it has been great with only a few bumps along the way. He is abusive in every way including verbally, mentally, emotionally, some physical although very little (not an excuse, just telling it the way it is), what I feel is sexual abuse with me but not the children, but the worst by far is his financial abuse. He has told me many, many times, "Who do you think YOU are? What do you think...that you're _____ is golden? I can find a dozen more women like you." I have three children, now ages 14, 13, and 11. 14-year-old has ADHD and oppositional defiant disorder. My husband is just like this although he has never been diagnosed and never would be because in his own words, "I am perfect just like God made me. There is nothing wrong with me. The problem here is you." My credit is down the toilet. Credit score is about 500. His is 800. Through the years, when the children were babies I had to feed them dry cereal with a cup of water because he wouldn't buy any milk or any groceries. One very hot night in the summer, I had to feed them generic hot dogs and pink beans, which were some kind of bean that slithered out of the can in a gelatinous material. The kids were were dry heaving at the table. One day when I was about 8 months pregnant with my last child, he came up to me and said, "Well, I've made a decision." I said what's your decision. He said (very matter of fact), "I'm not going to pay for you anymore. I won't help you pay your bills, I won't buy you clothes, I won't buy you anything. If you want something, get off your f______fat a__ and get a job." I had a 6-month-old and a 1 1/2-year-old and 8 months pregnant with the third one. What!! Get a job!! Are you crazy?? He said, "Oh well." Famous last words. That is all I ever hear. He has ripped out phone lines, denied us food and clothing. We have two cars. He used to hide the car I would drive around the neighborhood so I couldn't have access to a car. He would even take the carseats. One time when I was pregnant, I had no money so my girlfriend needed a babysitter a few hours a week. She lives in Connecticut, which is about 45 minutes from my home. She could only pay $45 a week but I would drive up there four days a week to watch those kids just to get that measly $45. One day when I was leaving to go, I wanted $2 for an ice cream cone (I was pregnant at the time and that was my thing during that pregnancy). I asked him for $2 and he said no. I reached into his wallet and took $2 anyway. So he came after me. I took out the butcher knife but he ran outside to get to the car first so I couldn't get in. I put away the knife and ran out the back door to try to get to the car first but he got there before me. I reached in to try to grab the car keys out of the ignition when he rolled the window up as hard as he could. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I thought he was going to break my arm. I was able to backhand him and he unrolled the window. A little while later I ran to the neighbors to call the police because he ripped the phone lines out. I was there for about 15-20 minutes calling the police, family, and my friends to come and help. When I got back to the house, he had taken both cars (hid one in the neighborhood) and went to work. He left my 9-month-old and 1 1/2-year-old children all by themselves (and at the time I lived on a very busy street where cars would drive by at 50 mph). When I walked in, they were sitting on the living room floor screaming at the top of their lungs. The next morning I was in the shower and I lifted up my arms to wash my hair when out of the corner of my eye I saw something on the underside of my arm. It was a jet black bruise about four to five inches long by about two inches wide. It was literally jet black. I was stunned. When I called the police, I told them what was going on with his abuse. I told them I was pregnant with two little ones at home. I told them I had no food. I told them and showed them the bruise and I told them I wanted to press assault charges. They said, "He did that to you?" I said yes. I said, "I want him arrested for assault." I told them where he worked. They turned around and told me that because the incident happened the day before that there was nothing they would do and that they weren't going to go get him and arrest him. They told me to just let him lie low for a while. This happened in 1996. We are not talking the 50s here. This was just before they handed me a pamphlet on battered women and battered women's shelters. The pamphlet said there does not have to be any sign of physical abuse. If you are in a situation where you simply fear for your safety, the person can be arrested. And I am sitting there pregnant with a huge, jet black bruise underneath my arm from where he rolled my arm up in the window. This is just a few tidbits of the life I have had with him. There have been some good times and good vacations but mostly bad. We have fought so bad for years and years that I know the toll it has taken on the kids. The guilt I have is insurmountable. If he buys groceries, I have to pay him back. If he pays the phone bill, I have to pay him back. If he buys me anything or gives me a $10 or $20 bill, I have to pay him back. Most of the time, I am not allowed to go into a store with him. I went with him once to Wal-Mart and I put a $2 box of sweetener into the carriage. That was it. I am now not allowed to go into a store with him. He screams at us that he pays the rent, therefore, it is his house and we have to learn to live the way he wants us to and we should be catering to him. If we don't, he will take away things. He has told me for years that he is a king and that the house is his castle and that he has allowed us to live with him because he is kind, loving, and gracious. He will only buy one Christmas gift for his kids and no stocking stuffers or tape or wrapping paper or anything like that. I have to do that with what I get paid to do MT work. He doesn't buy them summer clothes, school clothes, winter clothes, NOTHING and never has. When they were little, I would tell him that the children needed some cool clothes for summer. He would take their little pants and cut them off and then take their turtleneck shirts and cut off the turtle neck and cut off the sleeves and say, "There you go. There's their summer clothes." Or he would just tell me, "Go ask your sister to buy them some clothes." He has threatened to kill me and the children if I leave. He has told me that he would kill me and the children before I would ever see child support. He has a sex fettish where he wants it all the time, every day multiple times in a day if he could get it (not that he does, mind you. I stopped that crazy crap a long time ago), and I am just supposed to stop all that I am doing and fulfill his needs (even though sex for me offers virtually nothing other than soreness, swelling, and boredom and has always been like this). If I don't, over a few days he will get very nasty and vindictive. I am very overweight, I smoke like a chimney, my credit is destroyed, I don't even own my own car or my home (we rent). I have less now 14 years later than I did before I married him. At least before I married him I had my own very nice car and some clothes. I don't even have that. My clothes are tattered, stained, and worn. And...I had dreams of what my life was going to be like when I got married. But it certainly was not a life like this. My kids are older now and they are seeing their father for who he is. He blames me and tells me it is all the bad stuff I am telling the children. I keep telling him it is what they have seen for 14 years. They beg me to divorce him. My youngest, who is 11, was diagnosed last year with severe ulcerative colitis. He has had a flare now for the past six weeks with at least ten bouts of diarrhea with blood every day. He talks about depression a lot and always asking me what it is. When I got the call last year from his pediatrician telling me to take him to the hospital for a possible blood transfusion (this was when we got his diagnosis), I almost fell on the floor from fear. I called my husband at work to tell him he needed to come home. He said, "I can't come home. I have to work." He said, "Don't you all think this is a bit overkill?" His red blood cell count had dropped to 7.2 from a normal of 12 because of his bleeding. He came to the hospital when he got out of work. He showed up at 6:00 p.m. We went outside and talked for a bit and then about 20 minutes after he showed up, he said, "Well, I have to go home to eat and shower. I'm tired." When I got angry, he said" Hey, I'm tired. I need to rest. Besides, there's nothing I can do here and it looks like they've got everything under control." We still didn't know what was wrong with him. I didn't know if it was cancer or what it was. I was scared to death. But he had to go home to eat and shower and rest!!!! I think that was the beginning of the end for me. I once read something on these boards that someone posted saying "Marriage is not supposed to be a good deal for one and misery for the other." That is what my life has been. My marriage was a great deal for him...kids that he never has to pay for (I mean nothing...not school projects and believe me there are a ton of them, not clothes, not shoes, notebooks, backpacks, nothing), free sex, and a wife that he doesn't have to take care of or pay for. I believe in my soul that my marriage was a good business deal for him. If you knew my husband, you would laugh at that statement because he is extremely uneducated and talks like a mentally retarded person. People in the past have actually asked me if he was mentally retarded. He thinks that if my son would drink lots and lots of water, that that will cure his ulcerative colitis and makes fun of me and insults me and everyone else. I tell him he is a moron and he doesn't know what he is talking about. His abusive mother made them drink nothing but water. She would not buy them anything or strive for a better life. They lived in a nightmare life. So now he gets very angry when we won't drink tons of water to "cure" everything. He tells us that he is trying to show us how to "live right" but we just won't listen. He tells this to other people too including our landlord. He has the most disgusting habits. He picks scabs and eats them, he has eczema and psoriasis so he is one huge flake, which he enjoys picking off chunks and dropping them in a pile on the floor, he passes unbearable gas (like every two or three minutes that has such a horrid stench it makes all of us nauseous) and then flips out if we spray a room spray. He will actually grab the can and scream that this is his house and we are all just disgusting to live with and just impossible to live with. He just had a fight with my 12-year-old daughter tonight because he was passing tons and tons of gas and she sprayed a room spray. He got up in her face screaming at the top of his lungs at 11:00 at night that this is his house. He will pass gas all he wants and that he won't tolerate room spray being sprayed and then called her a god d___n bitch. She was crying and begging me to divorce him. She kept saying," You said it would be better for the family if you stayed married to him but it's not better. It won't ever be better!" Well, I could go on and on. It has been 14 years of this but I think you get the picture. I have no money. I don't even own my own car. I have a son who is going to need ongoing frequent medical care and I am afraid he will cancel the insurance if I do anything to get rid of him. I have a great fear for our safety. He has major problems with having to give up his money so to have to pay child support will send him over the edge. He is a pathological liar so you can't believe anything he says even when he says he won't show up to court (which would be a dream come true). He told me, "I would never allow anyone to judge me like that. You can tell the judge to kiss my balls." He seems to expect the absolute highest standards from the children and I but he doesn't have to live up to anything, virtually nothing. Never has and never will but will shove it down my throat when he doesn't get what he wants from me. Well, any advice. I really am looking for legal advice for anyone else who has been through this. I know I need to get rid of him...for the kids sake. They need to see that life is not like this and not all men do this and that you don't tolerate abuse in any way, shape, or form. My daughter, who just turned 13, says to me she hates men with a passion. I told my niece that I felt like I was dying. I never, never, never, never leave my house except to go to Dunkin Donuts up the street to get a coffee. I haven't been out of my house for more than 3 hours in probably ten years. And that is three hours probably once every two months. I am lonely, isolated, and ragingly angry. I want to go back to school but when I talk about that, he poo poos it saying I should go back in five or ten years or 15 years when my bills are paid and I can afford it. HELLO????? I am going to be 43 in October. Maybe I should just wait to go back to school until I'm retired. Well you get the picture. If you've been through this and have any legal advice or any other advice, I would appreciate it. By the way, when I bring up any of his abuse to him, he tells me "I don't remember any of that." Funny, he always remembers every time I swear at him though. Has never forgotten a single time.
I had it during my pregnancy a long, long time ago. Husband
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Yes, I do...what were you rambling about? (nm)
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You are very rambling and sounds like you really need
some help yourself.
For a long time
when I had a "real job" as my husband would say, I skipped breakfast every morning. I am just NOT a morning person and could not get up early enough for it no matter how hard I tried. it was coffee and out the door! I think coffee is an appetite suppressant because once I stopped it I had to have breakfast every morning.
My husband is still in the coffee only work routine without breakfast. Then he wonders why he is hungry before bed and wants another meal.
a very long time ago
When Dr. Green died, I was done.
A long time ago, when
they apparently had a man come in with a misplaced mustard bottle. You have to understand her twisted humor, because she tells the story and says he was just "spreading a little sunshine," (a reference to an old ad campaign).
It was a great time - I just hate the time we are in now
I liked your post. Thanks for replying It's nice to know other people were raised like me. We seem to appreciate the things we have. Oh I should've also said we didn't have A/C growing up. My parents idea of A/C was having my sister and I wave a piece of cardboard in front of them. HA HA HA.
I just couldn't stand the 90s and 2000s are even worse. I hate all the politics going on today, the world events, the bleak future. The degenerates running around, listening to kids talk back to their parents, girls gone wild, etc, etc. I'm grateful my grandparents and mom are not alive anymore to have to go through this with us.
I love watching old movies and the music of the 40s/50s. If I was alive back then I would've been doing the jitterbug and all those other fun dances. Life seemed simpler and cleaner (even though I've got a mouth like a sailer - guess I got that from my Army days).
I wouldn't mind the turn of the century either. I love the clothing and the simple life. Those are the times when the husband took care of the wife. If I could be transported back to the 1800s I surely would in a second.
My prescription ran out a long time SM
ago (for ADD), but I may go back to the doctor after the New Year for a refill. My life's been utter chaos since I ran out of medication a year ago. It helps me focus/stay on task--i.e., make my lines--,stay better organized, etc. (a nice side effect is the help it gives me in staying awake during the day). I was diagnosed a couple of years ago and although I've felt a little awkward about the whole situation (with doc and with pharmacist), it really does help me. I only jokingly suggested Ritalin to the OP. I know that's a medication that should not be taken lightly.
It's almost 2 a.m.! I better get to sleep as I start work in a few hours! (See? That's more than likely a major contributing factor to my symptoms...poor sleep hygiene!)
Goodnight and sweet dreams!
Chickadee
3 years is a long time. Don't you think
What if the carpet store does not have the same carpet after 3 years. Also, carpet repairs are not cheap. You have to pay labor and the cost of materials. It would probably be easier just to get the whole room replaced or simple as it sounds, put a throw rug over it and call it a day.
As a long-time cat servant...
and LOTS of training supplied by furs over the last 24 years....I would have to say you have it covered!! Mine have done well with these measures although I have 2 who do 'punish' me when we return by either ignoring my requests for kitty love or not letting me close a door (but then cat servants usually learn that going to the bathroom alone is a thing of the past). Have fun and don't worry!
I gave up a long time ago........sm
I gave up a long time ago trying to enlighten those not in the teaching profession what goes into this career. Most people who "poo poo", saying the pay is more than adequate, do not have a clue what goes into this profession. True, some teachers in much better communities have it pretty good and they will tell you they are perfectly content with their pay and time off; however, every teacher does not have that wonderful classroom, full of kids that learn and parents that support. Instead, they get the bottom of the barrel so to speak and it's darn hard, the frustration level is much higher, and they feel like they are fighting a losing battle some days, but they push on. They could find another job paying better, but most teachers that stick with it truly care for the kids and want to try to get that lightbulb to go off, somehow.
LOL! Blake should have gone a long time ago.
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It should be on there a long time. It takes
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Six years is a long time; I'd probably go with 100.00
gift certificate to a nice restaurant or a spa/massage.
First traditional 4th in a long time
My son is 20 now so we haven't gone and watched fireworks or anything like that in a while. But a couple of months ago, one of my half-brothers got in touch with me (we had lost touch for about 5 years). Turns out he lives less than a hundred miles from me, he is now married and has three children (ages 7, 5 and 2). He has a house on 10 acres way out in the country. So we are going there for a good old-fashioned barbecue (just hot dogs and hamburgers, with guests bringing some of the trimmings - my recipe below). And since it's not within city limits, we get to pop firecrackers! Hooray!
I am taking fruit with dip. And before you start groaning about "healthy" dishes - let me tell you how I make the dip. Take two containers of smooth cream cheese with pineapple and mix it with an 8 oz container of Cool Whip. Chill, then let it set at room temperature for 30 minutes to an hour to soften it before serving. Believe me, it is absolutely addicting!!
Old, old story - been around a long time -
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I've had it a long time
I've had IBS since I was little and I'm now 30. I have many different symptoms including diarrhea, gas, bloating, heartburn, and upper and lower abdominal pain. I used to have constipation alternating with diarrhea, but I haven't had a problem with constipation in a few years. Anyway, stress is the major triggering factor for me and I also have panic attacks/anxiety so it's a vicious cycle. When I get anxious I get an IBS attack and when I get an IBS attack, I panic. So, my doc placed me on Bentyl for the IBS and I take something for the anxiety as well. Hope you find what works for you. It's not fun living with IBS but at least there are ways to manage it and make life more peaceful.
a long time ago I had a cat who pulled out fur
clear down to leaving an oozing sore that had to be surgically sewn up - vet then said it was an allergy.
I would have divorced a long time ago....sm
when my husband had a drug problem. I didn't because my son told me he would not come with me but that he would choose to stay with his dad. He was around 7 years old at the time. I couldn't leave my son. So I didn't leave. He is so close to his daddy. He would pick his dad drugs and all over me any day of the week and that hurt me very bad because I have always been a good mom. So I stayed. I guess God helped me though because my husband quit using drugs miraculously later and we are doing pretty good now.
I think there's been specultation for a long time, but
who cares! Gay or not I've been a fan forever and always will be. I could care less.
I agree with Daiseymae, let them grieve in peace. I cannot even imagine what they are going through.
It took a long time and was a neuro that dxd her sm
It also took a couple of months to find a surgeon who had heard of it and was willing to do the surgery. As far as being picked up on x-ray, I don't think it was. She had gone to orthopedists, GYN (thinking endometriosis), and I don't know who else before being seen by this neurologist, and it wasn't even a neurologic problem. He just happened to have known about it and made the diagnosis based on clinical observation. First they put her on strict bedrest for 2 weeks to see if it helped, and while it did some good, it was not enough. That is when they went forward with the surgery. The surgery was done outpatient, and she had a resting period of a few days but felt immediate results. There are risks with the surgery as there are with any surgery that have to be weighed also. I don't know if this is how yours is, but they explained the pain as like having cracked ribs constantly. I hope you are able to get a diagnosis quickly, whatever it ends up being. Not knowing can be awful.
I did do that a long time ago for GI upset.
She liked it and I can't remember now what her poops were like so I guess they were probably more normal as I didn't notice it.
I'll try it again, I think. Thanks.
He did not add that part, it has been going around a long time (sm)
I got an email recently that was worded exactly like this. And have a sense of humor, Mr.Tech Support does, sheez louise!
It has been a long time since I had school age children--sm
but I just want to make a comment here that so far nobody else has suggested. Two of my children had been born with cleft palates and thus had many surgeries and speech difficulties. I had so many discussions with the school system, it still boggles my mind some 20 years later, but I did learn one thing during this time. Some school systems have special education classes that are funded from outside sources. In order to maintain those classes and the *funding*, they had to have a certain quota of children enrolled in them. If they were not going to meet their quota for any given school semester/year, the *teachers* would start to *recruit* somewhat borderline children, i.e. the ones that were slightly *slower* than the *norm*. Those were the children that they told the parents they did not have the *resources* to spend extra time with, etc. basically *forcing* them into the special education classes, and hence meeting their quotas, and retaining their funding. My children had very high IQs, but only had speech problems until all of their surgeries were done to correct their problems. Their teachers also attempted to keep my children in special education classes and even special schools, when they were just as *normal* as any other child. I can't tell you how difficult it is to argue with a *multidisciplinary team* to keep a child out of special education classes when you know in your heart it is not necessary, and all they want is their *funding*. I have very little use for the school systems of today and feel that all children would be better off being taught at home. If social interaction is the only draw back, children really do get enough of that through their neighborhoods, family, and friends. This is just my opinion and experiences, so I don't want to start any arguments here. Just keep in mind about the *funding* as they will never tell you this straight out. good luck to you.
Anyone with an LCD monitor that can tell me how long they last when used for working all the time.
Mine seems to be having problems after about 2 years but used hard every day.
2 years is a long time to be doing what you're doing.
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Please talk! Been divorced for a long time
now and I think ignoring things and lack of communication led him to other women and the rest of the story is not important. So many people I have talked to feel that just letting things go without talking let to terminal demise of their marriage. Do something before it escalates. This may have been a perfect opportunity to begin dialog.
Been cooking hams for a long time
Never took the rind off prior to it being almost cooked, then say for the last 35 minutes or so would take the rind off with a knife and fork, never tried removing prior to baking. I scored the ham (cut in zig-zag effect), stuck whole cloves in and put brown sugar on top of that (oh, remove the cloves prior to eating- my son told me years later he ate the cloves, thought he was supposed to.)
I have wanted a bengal for a long time
I want the snow leopard - pricey!
I had a patient's name a long time ago, Ima Piggee..nm
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I saw a demo of the software on TV long time ago. sm
there was a slate-like appendage that you could draw on with a pencil-like tool. and then the software did remarkable things, but this was some time ago.
goodle it, research. you're bound to find a site with a demo.
They've been radical for a long time!...
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e.r. jumped the shark a long time ago.
I was a HUGE fan for years and years. My eyebrows went up when Romano was killed by the helicopter. I thought they went into the deep water at that point. But about 3 years ago I was sure that they had jumped the shark, and I stopped watching. I watched a few of the last episodes on hulu.com last week and decided to watch the finale last night, but it was a snooze to me. It's a shame when good shows stay on the air too long.
my father was "written out" of the will a long time sm
ago due to issues between him and grandmother. My sister and I are the only grandchildren and the nephew and great-nephew are the only heirs. My grandmother had a will but I am afraid the nephew and attorney (who is the power of attorney) conspired to get her to change her will towards the end of things.
Married long time ago in church. SM
They don't care if you convert. You just have to sign paper stating the children will be brought up Catholic.
The bride and groom must also attend classes before the wedding.
I never heard of any of the other things mentioned. That must be some conservative church.
No, I've watched this gal for a long time on the boards &
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I just hugged my Golden for an extra long time
I'm so sad for this poor dog. I know it is at Rainbow Bridge and at peace but what a horrible way for it to die, and it sounds as if it's life wasn't too hot either.  I hope it's owners get the book thrown at them.
To poster below, I have seen on TV for heatstroke they put alcohol on the pads/paws which supposedly helps cool them, also cold water on the body, etc. (I watch Emergenc Vets on TV sometimes - love those docs).
Cool. So glad for them. Long time coming(nm)
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What's funny is that for a long time I did not realize it was all abuse (sm)
I knew the physical part was abuse. Other than that I thought he was a jerk, quirky ideas about things, a hard-nose, hard-headed, rude...but I never realized it was all abuse until I finally started reading up on it. Apparently in these situations we start to accept things little by little as being normal. Like slowly boiling before you realize you're done.
Finances were a real sore spot in our marriage for a long time
But my husband was in the military for 12 years, and he was away quite a bit, so I had to take over the finances. When he was home and he was paying the bills, he would get so upset because he felt there wasn't enough money and "where does all the money go?" "why don't we ever have any left?" was all I heard. I finally told him I was taking them back over because I was sick of hearing that every month. I put everything on MS Money, categorize it, subcategorize it, and add memos, so if he wants to know exactly where the money is going, all he has to do is look.
Funny....he really hasn't complained a whole lot since.
Gays march for their rights to be involved with their long-time partners
health care should a drastic decision be made. It is usually a family member...even though we are the ones who take care of our partners when they are sick or dying. We fight for the right not to be thrown out of a shared house by the partner's parents. We want to honor our partner's wishes when they die as we are the ones who have spent years with them - not the family. These are just a few examples.
As far as your comment that we influence young people - that is absurd. All we want is to live our life and as pxmt said, be able to walk down the street without abusive comments, being assaulted, ridiculed, etc.
The school system is not segregating gay children - they are making it "gay friendly and teaching tolerance". Suicide is very high in gay children because of the parents who teach their children that it is evil and it is okay to bash a gay child. These schools are just trying to save the lives of young children.
As far as your comment that Christian's homes and churches are burned, sorry but I cannot recall one incident that I have read or saw on the news. Temples yes. As far as being assaulted for your beliefs, could it be because you stand in front of abortion clinics and gun down the doctors and nurses that come out or go into the clinic? Could it be that you bully the 15 and 16-year-olds who have been raped and want an abortion?
Sorry to say this, at least we (gays) are not violent and just want to be left alone.
Nausea is a horrible thing to experience! 3 weeks is a long time to feel this way....
Anesthesia can take a little while to wear off, each person is different in the way that it affects them initially and afterward, however 3 weeks is quite a long time to feel this way. The nausea could be caused by a series of things...general side effect of medication/allergic reaction, maybe even an underlying infection of some sort. I would not hesitate to contact the primary care physician, the surgeon, or any physician on call. It would be in the best interest of your mother to seek medical attention as quickly as possible. Also, consider any medications that she is taking for pain or even just her regular meds- sometimes this type of reaction can be caused by a combination of medications. Just a thought.
I hope that she gets feeling better really soon. Nausea is horrible, especially when you have it 9 months through an entire pregnancy! :)
Please keep us posted!
If you're asking and the love is long gone, it's time. Make copies of all important papers,
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Have a Great Time
Even though I'm not a country music lover, I love Tim. Relax and have fun.
While it is a great time to buy...
the banks are very picky now who they are lending money to. DH and I just this morning refinanced our mortgage to 4.8% but our lender (Countrywide) let us know the type of person they are looking for. We have been with them for 15 years, have a great pay history, never late, always pay extra on the principal each month, have a credit score of 805 and no debt but our home. They told us the rates are high for anyone not at 700 or above credit score, anyone with any unmanageable debt (including car payments) and now MUST prove income (which is great compared to how anyone could get a loan not too long ago). Make a few calls and see what rate you can get. We were also offered a 3.75% for 15 years, which is fabulous. We only owe 160,000 on our home, so we jumped at the chance to just drop a full point down to 4.8% on a 30 year and may even take the 15 year. Good luck.
This time of year can be great but
Dealing with in-laws is awful sometimes. I just need to vent so whoever does not want to hear it you mine as well stop reading now. My father-in-law is crazy and I mean he is bipolar. He thinks he is so innocent and people are out to get him when he stirs up trouble constantly. This is the first time we have seen him at Christmas in 3 years. He has caused trouble with my BIL and SIL and they have wrote him off yet again. My hubbie says he does not want to do that because of the fact of what if something happens to him, he would regret it. He wants to be forgiving which I understand it is his dad, but oh my gosh he stood in our living room last night and told us a bunch of lies which I am know for a fact are lies and then starts preaching to us about people and unforgiveness. I was getting so mad I wanted to cry right there and I could not go to sleep last night I was so frustrated. AAAHHHAAHHH!!
Anyways just wanted to vent. I do love this time of the year with the decorations and Christmas music just could do with a little less of the drama. I wish people did not have to be dumb sometimes. Okay I am done, Thanks for letting me vent!!  
Yippy! Have a great time. Now you
can do a little shopping, LOL.
I'd have a ball in Yellowstone. Just be careful around the beautiful scalding lakes!
If you have time, you might want to use Google Earth and see what you can see from there.
Congrats, have a great time!........nm
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Ribs would be great cos you can do them ahead of time
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