That was really sweet, Wannie.

• Today's my Mom's birthday. What do you get for someone - Need ideas.
  • Hey, today's my moms 60th b-day, too. I got her a pair of khaki capri pants - sm
  • I made a card with a nice close-up photo of hers printed oblong-shaped with a red background, a huge - md-mt
  • But how about a photo album - Kind of late now
  • Maybe just a letter that tells her how much you - wannie
    • That was really sweet, Wannie. - Good advice.
  • Time. with. you. alone. nm - fg
    • I like this one. We have some family pictures, but - OP - original poster
  • If she reads get her a gift card for - Mom
  • How about a gift certificate for a - massage or favorite beauty salon?
    • Yikes-stiff fingers--meant day of - indulgence not say and LOL not Lol
  • Pictures - always a nice idea, get original with it
  • How about gift certificates to her favorite restaurant? ATT long-distance phone card so she can cal - justme
    • sorry, that is call out of town family and friends, nm - justme

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Wannie:  I did not mean to offend.  I clearly said the ones I have met....just the ones I have met and I certainly have not met all Born Agains. 

I would never condemn ALL of any belief.  Just my experience with those I have met, which are only a handful or two.

I'm for freedom for EVERYONE regardless of their beliefs or disbeliefs.

You too, have a nice day! 

28 years?  You're dreamin, sweetie!  Get thee to Al-Anon for Friends and Families of Alcoholics.  We tend to become, in these relationships, the enabler and the rescuer, and this is a very bad thing.  I went in 1978 and what I learned there stayed with me to this very day.

Best of luck, Wannie!

It's an exam check-off sheet and In the center column, two-thirds of the way down it has them listed as:

Overall Prognosis:
Good Fair Guarded Poor

http://www.n8soft.com/support-files/examdemo.pdf

I hope this helps ease your mind some...it seems it is not the worst.  I'm sorry for what you and your family are going through. 

I was actually so upset by the posters below that I broke out in hives!!!  Can you imagine??? 

I have been struggling to switch to Word from DQS and Word Perfect.  I have been reading Windows for Dummies.  I have been searching through the Word Help Index, etc., etc.  I have been struggling to make some kind of line count that adds up to over $7 an hour during this "learning" process.  I thought for sure I could post a quick question and get a short and quick answer to help me along but I guess not.  The last thing I needed today was someone trying to teach me to fish or trying to teach me how to do proper research.  I KNOW how to research, it was not working for me fast enough, and I just needed a quick short cut.

I do believe * what comes around..... * and I believe you two will get good things in short order. 

BTW, the short, to the point instructions JAM emailed me - i have been using over and over this evening and have been saved SO MUCH time  and aggravation, as opposed to Ctl-Delete for every word I want removed!   Blessings on her/him also.

Three of my grandkids were here to spend a week with us.  They are ages 9, 6, and 4.  I had forgotten how earnest they are at that age, how sweet & sincere.  They argued over who got to help me open the gate to our driveway when we went out (we live in the boonies).  We ended up taking turns.

A conversation with the 6 y/o:  "Grandma? This is funny, right? You know James? In my class? He brought Cheetos and I brought Fritos.  Get it? Cheetos & Fritos? That's funny, right?"

I am trying to enjoy them as much as I can before they get to that teenage, who-wants-to-go-to-grandma's phase. 

have been all my life.  I've been taking care of a dying grandmother and after her a dying mother and after her a father with Alzheimer's who finally passed away.  My friends disappeared and so did my siblings as they didn't feel like they had the time to give.  I have become isolated, have no outside contacts, and am just learning to take care of myself now.

I'm much better today, trying to bake and clean in preparation for Thanksgiving. 

I met my husband through a neighbor actually.  I used to think I'd never get married and I always said that "if I didn't meet somebody between my house and my car and my car and job, etc. that I'd never meet them" (always busy at work or school, no social life). 

Well, my neighbor used to babysit for my husband who was divorced and whose wife had hired my neighbor to babysit and he would come to pick up the kids when he got off work.  He says he saw me getting out of my car one day and going into my house from work and noticed me and he says he knew we would be together from that moment.  I myself recall noticing him in his car as I drove past him one day and I thought "who is that?!"  My defining moment would come later. 

After I met him through the neighbor, our children kept trying to play matchmaker and bugging each of us to ask the other out.  I refused and I heard through the kids (my son and his son and daughter) that he had said that he is too shy, yada yada yada, and I thought oh brother can't these kids give it a rest already this guy doesn't want to go out with me.  As time went on, we finally did meet (neighbor playing matchmaker) and spent an evening playing cards at the neighbor's house and I thought I'd probably like to go out with him as he seemed really nice and we had a lot in common but when he called to ask me out a week or so later to the movies I already had plans (with my mother to go shopping) and when I called him later to invite him to a Christmas party for my job he already had plans with his children so I started to think a date would never happen.  However, right after that, on New Year's Day I awoke to a pounding on my door.  Being Saturday, I didn't feel like getting up and answering the door.  Embarrassingly enough, I was going through some tough times as single parent financially and thought it was probably a bill collector or something and I didn't want to deal with it.  Later in the day, I left the house to run an errand and only when I returned I noticed a tag hanging on my porch railing.  It was from a florist.  So this is who had been knocking at the door...hmmm... I thought it was certainly from one of my sisters.  I called the florist and told them I was home so they could deliver and out of curiosity asked who the delivery was from.  I almost fell over when they said his name.  Here comes a dozen roses with a card that says "Wishing You a Happy New Year".  I called my sister and told her "I'm going to marry this man!"  I can't explain it well here obviously but I just felt overwhelmed by that gesture and somehow certain we would be together.  To make a long story short, we have been together for 7 years now and though only married for 3 we felt as though we were married from the very start.  I just felt talking to him that I had known him somehow from before...it was like he comprised all the best attributes and aspects from each man individually that I had ever seriously been involved with before and it was all rolled into 1 person (vs. 1 nice thing about this guy and 1 nice thing about that guy)...almost as if I could see looking back little bits of him in each of the guys I had dated before and I like to think that it was those things that reminded me of him (when I didn't even know him yet) that attracted me to those people in the first place but they weren't him and I had been searching for him all along if any of that makes any sense at all.  I am an old romantic.  He is the sweetest soul I've ever met and he is my best friend I can honestly say.  

I know this is boringly long but the bottom line is that I do believe in soul mates and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were meant to be together.  It is astonishing how many things had to fall into place for him and I to be in the right place at the right time for our paths to cross and I feel it was fate.  I truly did in a way find the man of my dreams in a sense between my house and my car (when I first noticed him and he noticed me )...God does have a sense of humor!!!

Ok - cyber daughter!!!  I just saw this post as I was not online yesterday (3/16).  GO HILL !!!!  *wink*  Have a GREAT weekend!!!!!

I believe that we are re-plagued again because of a lack of handwashing in this country.  Just my take as a mom....and I remember my grandmothers and my mother always making us wash our hands multiple times a day.  I do come from good genes, my father looked 20 years younger than he actually was, and people tell me I look 10 years younger than I am.  *love it*  *lol*

You take good care and thanks again for the great website which I have forwarded onto my daughter!! 

I do my own brand of  "redneck" venting...I go outside and split a few pieces of wood and do ESL impersonations...and yeah, it can be midnight or 6 a.m. or anytime in between when I do this.   My neighbors must think I'm on crack.     

Thanks for the very sweet offer though--it truly is appreciated!    

The pink liquid is Clavamox/Amoxicillin. They give it to dry, and when you get home you add water to it to mix it up.  It has a short shelf-life.  It also comes in pills.

I only had one UTI in my life, which was the pits.  I do know about Azo (I think that's what they call it).  I can't remember if it's similar to/same as the cranberry juice/pills.  While I know many women swear by these products, the cranberry thing was also mentioned in my research for cats. 

My vet is excellent, but he's very expensive (and oh, such a looker)!  It's nice to be on his "A-list.  Anyway, Lindsay totally freaks out when I try to use the syringe on her. She's a total piece of work, but so sweet.  At the moment, she appears to be acting better, but that's not good enough for me.  Y'all  obviously know all about that.  Of course, add the the QrazyQ "wages," as they call them, and it makes it even more stressful.  But having spent thousands in the good ole' days on my cardiomyopathy cat and even taking my "own" radiologist bud with me for her cardiac echo, $ was no issue.  I also used L-carnitine, Lasix, propranolol, and other stuff.  She lived at least 3 years longer from my protocol.

my vet told me last time that moist food is better, but I quit giving it to them a long time ago (3 cats chasing bowls, etc.).  I also read where dry food with sugar, etc. is also a no-no.

Actually, I found some Clavamox pills, but they're expired.  I think I'll try to give one to her, anyway.  It's 6 of one, half of the other, ya know.

Thanks for the kind words and suggestions.  I'll keep checking back here.  It really means a lot! 

The pink liquid is Clavamox/Amoxicillin. They give it to dry, and when you get home you add water to it to mix it up.  It has a short shelf-life.  It also comes in pills.

I only had one UTI in my life, which was the pits.  I do know about Azo (I think that's what they call it).  I can't remember if it's similar to/same as the cranberry juice/pills.  While I know many women swear by these products, the cranberry thing was also mentioned in my research for cats. 

My vet is excellent, but he's very expensive (and oh, such a looker)!  It's nice to be on his "A-list.  Anyway, Lindsay totally freaks out when I try to use the syringe on her. She's a total piece of work, but so sweet.  At the moment, she appears to be acting better, but that's not good enough for me.  Y'all  obviously know all about that.  Of course, add the the QrazyQ "wages," as they call them, and it makes it even more stressful.  But having spent thousands in the good ole' days on my cardiomyopathy cat and even taking my "own" radiologist bud with me for her cardiac echo, $ was no issue.  I also used L-carnitine, Lasix, propranolol, and other stuff.  She lived at least 3 years longer from my protocol.

my vet told me last time that moist food is better, but I quit giving it to them a long time ago (3 cats chasing bowls, etc.).  I also read where dry food with sugar, etc. is also a no-no.

Actually, I found some Clavamox pills, but they're expired.  I think I'll try to give one to her, anyway.  It's 6 of one, half of the other, ya know.

Thanks for the kind words and suggestions.  I'll keep checking back here.  It really means a lot! 

The pink liquid is Clavamox/Amoxicillin. They give it to dry, and when you get home you add water to it to mix it up.  It has a short shelf-life.  It also comes in pills.

I only had one UTI in my life, which was the pits.  I do know about Azo (I think that's what they call it).  I can't remember if it's similar to/same as the cranberry juice/pills.  While I know many women swear by these products, the cranberry thing was also mentioned in my research for cats. 

My vet is excellent, but he's very expensive (and oh, such a looker)!  It's nice to be on his "A-list.  Anyway, Lindsay totally freaks out when I try to use the syringe on her. She's a total piece of work, but so sweet.  At the moment, she appears to be acting better, but that's not good enough for me.  Y'all  obviously know all about that.  Of course, add the the QrazyQ "wages," as they call them, and it makes it even more stressful.  But having spent thousands in the good ole' days on my cardiomyopathy cat and even taking my "own" radiologist bud with me for her cardiac echo, $ was no issue.  I also used L-carnitine, Lasix, propranolol, and other stuff.  She lived at least 3 years longer from my protocol.

my vet told me last time that moist food is better, but I quit giving it to them a long time ago (3 cats chasing bowls, etc.).  I also read where dry food with sugar, etc. is also a no-no.

Actually, I found some Clavamox pills, but they're expired.  I think I'll try to give one to her, anyway.  It's 6 of one, half of the other, ya know.

Thanks for the kind words and suggestions.  I'll keep checking back here.  It really means a lot! 

Thanks once more.  I've felt that I'm tainting my spirit by being so angry and having to fight daily.  But the arrogance and power of this school makes me keep going.  I keep thinking that I could be transcribing rather than writing angry letters if I had just researched the schools.  Live and learn.  But again, thanks for the encouragement. 

Dianne