Grossed out and need to vent—I just caught Mom using my toothbrush to comb her hair!

Mame.... 25500...Boat time? My oldest has broken blood vessels around his eyes, too, although not actually in the whites, just around on his upper cheeks and under his brows. He's my puker. I've never, in my life, heard someone make so much noise while puking.
Deef... soup... oh, no... Dang it, Stormy! We'll speak of it no more, for the sake of Deef's dinner! LOL!
mmally - the toilet brush for bugs is pretty vile. I thought the plant food was cute though. My dad has a thing about killing flies. He keeps a fly swatter in the kitchen, and when I see it on the table or counter, I could hurl.
Hey... some days are just all poop stories. This one is starting to be a puke day maybe. Nice. The YOU thread started the day with a few fart comments.

Mame! Boat Time!! Boat Drinks with little umbrellas!!
That was a great post and I love how you called out to everyone. Sweet!

welcome mmally.
Yup, it's Dementia alright.
You can't make sense out of it and it will only make you nuts trying.

One time my mom was in the bathroom and I heard the top of the toilet come off and go back on.... you know the unmistakable sound that makes.

I walked in and she had dipped her comb in the water of the toilet tank to comb her hair.
Just one of those demented things that they do and you can't expect her to understand why she's doing it and you can't expect yourself to be able to anticipate what's next. You just do your best and try not to get upset at what you can't change. Take it easy on yourselves.

Stick around and you will hear all kinds of craziness about all kinds of moms and dads.
Insane Disease.

The only puking I remember with mom is the puking I did.
(I was discrete about it but still puked. Didn't want mom to feel bad.)
It's called: 'Be right back!' puking.

You actually get over a lot of squeamishness but some stuff will still set you off.
For me it was finding hidden tissues full of??? omg.

Judy, I am screaming here from your post. Funny funny.

Boat update:
The teak handrails and caprails on the foredeck and Portuguese bridge are getting done as well as the teak frames around the windows.
The color I chose is cream with a dark jade trim and with the finished teak brightwork, the look is classic.

Mame! you have to come on over and let me know what you think!

DEEF!! I dunno, just like saying Deef!!

OK, love all you guys way more than you'll ever know,
lovbob

Yay!!!! Mame!!!!! Boat time! I'm chief cook and you can be bottle washer or my sous chef!
Is it cols and windy where you are? I was catching some 50 degree sun this morning after 10, but now it's 40 and windy as all get out. Glad I cleaned up the rest of the plant pots and leaves and put the rakes away before lunch time. Brought all the pots that have calla lily bulbs in them to the cellar for the winter. They were beautiful this summer, so I hope they make it through the winter for next spring.
You've been pretty busy and you must be ecstatic that your mom is back to daycare. Mine was leaning to the left today when I picked her up. Been thinking UTI for a couple weeks, but she goes from fine back to loopy so often now, that it's hard to tell. Calling her doctor in the morning for antibiotics just in case. She just had some in October, but I guess it's back.
As for dead mouse smell, when I worked at Old Sturbridge Village, There is a huge attic over the main gift shop and we stored a lot of stock up there. Once there was a nasty smell and the office is right outside the attic, so everyone was complaining. I knew it was a dead animal right away, so went searching and found a dead mouse. Half of it was liquified because of the summer heat and the attic temperature hitting over 100 on really hot days. I couldn't get the men to go look at it, much less clean it up. as always, they told me to call maintenance. Like they had time to clean up a tiny mouse! So I got 3 pieces of cardboard and scooped it up and marched it right past everyone and gave them a good look and a better sniff!!! I tell you what!!! I could smell that smell in my car, my stock room, my house, for 3 weeks!!! I thought i would never get that smell out of my head!! I did some pretty funky stuff in the 10 years I worked there, but that was one of the most memorable!
Austin, I hear you about being happy that the crocheting you "had" to do is done. I love to knit, but have orders for a set of wrist warmers and 3 pairs of children's mittens and I just can't get motivated! Started the wrist warmers last night and am up to the thumb gusset on the first one. Should have it done tonight an dbe able to start the matching one. I;m doing the :Dragon Scale" pattern and it looks really cool! Hope the teenager likes them.
Jen, store bought Chinese food? Okay in a pinch, but doesn't hold a candle to authentic and fresh!
Paid my last water bill for the year and my checkbook is $300 lighter! And the gas company filled our tank this morning!!! Merry X-mas to me!
Just gave Mom her pills and am going to feed her some of that homemade soup for an early dinner. That should be messy! Maybe I'll crush crackers into it.

Mally, I was typing while you were posting. If your mom is doing things like this, you need to keep a close eye on her. It's all downhill from here. Not trying to discourage you, just trying to be helpful as I have been caring for my mom for over 5 years and have seen it all and then some. She is at the stage where she can no longer do anything for herself, such as wash, feed and dress herself. She is incontinent both ways and is in a wheelchair mainly due to Parkinsons. I would suggest you no longer let your mom cook for herself, manage her own meds, or leave her alone for very long. Trust me! They can cover up how bad they are very well, and only when you start finding these types of things do you realize they are no longer capable of caring for themselves.
I was shocked to realize how confused my mom was for sure. Now I try to help others to realize that you have to be very diligent in finding out how far the dementia has progressed and take measures to keep you loved one and others safe.
Bobbie is a wealth of information on this subject as well as many others on this site. feel free to ask questions of any of us and vent all you want when you are having trouble coping. You are among a huge family of knowledgeable and caring people here. So feel free to share your issues and ask for help anytime. Someone will always chime in!
Bobbie!!! The teak and the colors you chose sound beautiful!!!
Got to feed Mom some soup!

Mame I may get up to Skanaltes next spring -four yrs ago 4 of us got together from our nursing class but sadly one has since died-wouldn't be a blast if we could meet each other-I am the old gray lady.

"Plant Food" ? Oh that one is a winner!!!

Judy-sorry that your child is sick, I hope it passes soon. And away from your house. That was a gross one about the chunks coming out of the nose. I have a cousin that got sick one time and he had ate spagetti that night for supper, well lets just say that he had spagetti noodles coming out of his nose. Very gross and not a pretty site.
Mame- congrats on the boat time!!!!
Jen- I agree with you on the plant food. I bet that plant was thinking, "What is this?"
Hehe....
MM- welcome to the gross out thread!! I have heard of alot of things to kill bugs with but a toilet bowl brush takes the cake. I know you could have fell in the floor when you saw that. Hugs to you.
Deef- I know what you mean about the dead mouse thing. I am the one that has to get them when dad has one at his house. He had one last week that sis set the trap and I had to get it to the trash can. Yuck. Sis is petrified of dead things or things that are hurt. Thanks to our brother, he tormented her when she was younger bringing dead animals for her to see. She just can't take it.
Austin- how are you doing?
Bobbie- I bet the boat is going to look terrific when you get those colors on there. It sounds like you have really put alot of work into the boat. Have you got a name for the boat? I know some people name theirs.
Cat- where r u at? How are u doing?
Well, I know I have missed someone, just know that I am thinking about all of ya'll and your daily struggles. Love and hugs stormy.

This is a long one but well worth the read luvCuz

don't tell Me there are no more miricles!

Santa & Sarah

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin.
The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa,
smiling. "Your friend?" Your sister?
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her
eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"
The child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he
wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother
came over to help the Child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but
halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing
her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
"The girl in the photograph .. My granddaughter .. well, you see .. she has leukemia and isn't
expected to make it even through the Holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there
any way, Santa .... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked
for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as
to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest
of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that Hospital
bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the Least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his
helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location
manager how to get to Children's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.
"C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.
The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's
brother he had met earlier that day.
A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin
hair off her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with
weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and
closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a
hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own
son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her
short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when
he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.
His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing
of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the
bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as
they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for
Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for
permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled
around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked
intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh , yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.
Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished
praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,

"Silent Night, Holy Night - all is calm, all is bright."
The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears
of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on
getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to
see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"
He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.
He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they
wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and
rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.
"This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal
job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came u p to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they
are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to
his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and
silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a
year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines
smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle
of hope. This precious little child was healed.

Cancer-free. Alive and well.

He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank You Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"

If you believe in miracles you will pass this on. I did!!

LIFE IS GOD'S GIFT TO YOU ... HOW YOU LIVE IT IS YOUR GIFT TO GOD, YOURSELF AND LOVED ONES.


I cried & am not ashamed of it.......

Good medical advice from the Jewish sages of old.

1. F***ing once a week is good for your health, but it's harmful if done every day.
2. F***ing relaxes your mind and body.
3. F***ing refreshes you.
4. After F***ing, don’t eat too much; go for more liquids.
5. Try f***ing in bed 'cause it can save you valuable energy.
6. F***ing can even reduce your cholesterol levels.

SO, REMEMBER ...Fasting is good for your health

And may The Lord cleanse your dirty mind!!!!

Spread the laughter, share the cheer;

Let's be happy while we're fasting.

Cuz: I worked daily with terminally ill children for 23 years. I was the director of a non-profit organization that granted wishes to children with high risk and terminal illnesses. I could tell you a million stories of how the spirit can overcome illness, at least temporarily, when there is something to live for. I know that miracles exist.

Merry Christmas

Cuz, thank you for sharing that beautiful story. I have my great nephews next weekend for our holiday crafts. I plan on reading them this story. What a perfect example of love, hope, and miracles. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

Cuz- I am over here boohooing, crying at the story about Sarah. It is a wonderful story of how miracles can happen if you have enough faith, and hope. Sniffles...... I need some tissue. Thank you for sharing!!
Cat- I am sure it was a wonderful job to grant these wonderful children with their wishes, but I am sure it was a sad job too, to see all of the little children sick. I don't know if i could take it. It would tear me up too bad. It's good that you were able to do this job, and I thank you for that. But I would be a wreak going to work everyday. Hugs to you, Stormy.

G'morning! Thanks for the story, Cuz!
Figures that someone with a giant heart like you would work with terminally ill children, Cat. xxoo.
Lisa, how are you going to read that story to little kids without blubbering? I'd be scaring the kids with my Gloria Stivic routine. As I've said before...I'm not a very graceful teary person when it happens.
My kid is still sick. He held down two cups of tea yesterday. Can't send him to school dehydrated today. He's GOT to be better today. If not, we're going to the doctor. He's only had two cups of tea since Tuesday afternoon, and he's thrown up anything else he's tried.
Mom wants me to take her shopping today. She's got a list of places that she wants to go. Great. The tug of war begins as soon as I pick up that phone to tell her that I've got a sick kid.
Hope everyone has a good day!

I must've been typing at the same time you were.... Good morning, Stormy! Didn't mean to miss you!

Good Morning, Judy. Hope your son feels better, ginger ale seems to help me when i am sick with the stomach virus. Have a good day. Hugs stormy

I am not in the mood to be over here today. Thank the Lord, he is sending me to the bank. It will be time away from here..... ugh............................ hugs stormy

Remember to breathe Stormy.
lovbob

Hi there Crew,

Found this on the weather site. Bad habits that are good for you.

Here's one:

'Gossiping

Spending 20 minutes chatting with a trusted friend about other people’s news (and, yes, even their minor misfortunes) helps 96 percent of people squash feelings of stress, tension and anxiety for up to four hours straight, say researchers at Rhode Island’s Brown University.

Even better?
Women who spread positive, uplifting gossip found their depression alleviated by up to 72 percent within three months.
“Speaking positively about others stimulates women’s natural bonding instincts,” explains Scott Haltzman, M.D., author of The Secrets of Happy Families.
“And that revs up your brain’s production of powerful, mood-elevating antidepressant hormones.”
See, it pays to be nice!'

lovbob

I just need to blow off steam.....Mom is being a royal pain in the butt. I was feeding her and then she comes up with this notion that I have broken her teeth. She only has teeth in the front, upper and lower. Her teeth are fine. You know what she is feeling? The freakin scalloped plate of her dentures. As she usually does with various things she has now obsessed with her freakin teeth and won't shut up. My mother is better cared for than 3/4 of the seniors in America and all she can do is bitch non-stop about EVERYTHING!!!!

Thanks for listening.

Let it rip, Diane: Don't forget to breath too.

OH, man... does anyone have any experience with a parent on ritalin? My dad was sleeping, sometimes 20 hrs a day on bad days.The doctor put him on ritalin. Dad is more awake now and can tell you about the show he just watched on TV, which is more than he could do 2 weeks ago (still has a problem finding the right words to tell the story, but he knows the story). But... he is so nasty. He went from being vacant and sleepy, to an old man who acts like an angry 5 year old. He was jealous of the hug that my mother gave my nephew today. He asked my nephew to stop doing jobs around the house because it makes him (my dad) look bad. Whaaat? I want the old vacant man back. I think I need to talk to the doctor about dosage or something. Dad told me today that my mother gives my nephew hugs but she won't even look at him (my dad). He said my nephew is "taking advantage" of them and then all he could mutter was "I don't give a shit." Repeatedly. Its like the funny farm over at their house.

Judy. my mom isn't on Ritalin but she is angry all the time. She whines and complains non-stop. Mom's biggest issue is she has anxiety attacks about 4 times a day and swears she is dying and I'm withholding treatment. I do know some of the medications that are meant to calm people can have the opposite effect and make them very grumpy. I often think of Bobbie trying to explain to us about PTSD from caregiving. Some days I really feel like I'm dealing with a war, a war with dementia. And the demand for attention is never ending. They all believe the world revolves around them. I just have to repeat to myself "this too shall pass".

Cuz, wonderful story!
Stormy, Be glad you don't have to be there 24/7! I too would prefer running errands. Just remember, tomorrow is another day and it could be a great one.
Judy, Sorry your son is still sick. Is it the flu? Poor kid! As for the change in your dad, definitely call the doctor and tell him what is going on. Remember, when we complain about a behavior, we also have to think about the fix and whether that will be better or worse for them as well as us!
Diane, GGet yourself some headphones or earplugs and just answer your mom with generic statements. She's not liking her situation and can't make sense of it either. Maybe it's time for something that makes her calm, even it it makes her more sleepy. Mom used to be very anxious and scared at night and would be up and down all the time. Since she has meds to help her sleep , she is much calmer and has less anxiety attacks during the day. It has made life much easier for me. What does her doctor say when you tell him about these behaviors? Maybe they can find a solution for you. Also, the hospice people may have suggestions after they get to spend more time with her. My mom was never abusive verbally, not in her nature, but she sure can push buttons with very little effort!
Her scary episode on Tuesday morning has has no affect on her at all!!! Amazing as I thought it was the end for sure. I definitely never pictured her end coming that way! My doctor said that one day she could very well just forget to breathe.
I made chocolate chip cookies this afternoon and she had a couple for dessert after dinner. When it's something she likes, she is a 2 fisted eater! She had both hands full of pieces and was trying to grab more from the plate. then she was cleaning her tray with the crumbs. We had a good laugh over that!
Bobbie, good post!
Jen, how are you today???
Hope everyone else is well and having a good week. Got a sink full of dishes to do, as usual.

Dtflex, I hope u can get some rest n some answers to help your mom so you can.

Bobbie- Thanks, I am better.
Deef- You are right, tomorrow is a new day!
Dtflex- I hope your mom settles down, so maybe you can get some rest.
Judy- I don't know much about ritalin, but i know that dad was in the hospital one time and the drs put him on pnedisone (sp?) and he was in a bad mood the whole time he was on that stuff. Thankfully, they took him off of it. He is not a good mood person to begin with and then they put him on that stuff.
Cat- thinking of you, I know the holidays are rough this year.
lil'deb- how's it going with you?
If I missed anyone I am sorry. Ya'll take care. Thinking of all of you. hugs stormy

Hi All... I hope you find this useful or educational. Another email from another client...Regarding Fueling your car at the Gas Station.

KEEP THIS IN MIND WHEN THOSE 'REALLY IMPORTANT' PHONE CALLS COME IN!!

Warning From Shell Oil Company
Please send this information to ALL your family & friends, especially those who have kids in the car with them while pumping gas. If this were to happen, they may not be able to get the children out in time.

MUST READ, EVEN IF YOU DON'T OWN A CAR.

Safety Alert!
Here are some reasons why we don't allow cell phones in operating areas, propylene oxide handling and storage area, propane, gas and diesel refueling areas.

The Shell Oil Company recently issued a warning after three incidents in which mobile phones (cell phones) ignited fumes during fueling operations

In the first case, the phone was placed on the car's trunk lid during fueling; it rang and the ensuing fire destroyed the car and the gasoline pump.

In the second, an individual suffered severe burns to their face when fumes ignited as they answered a call while refueling their car!

And in the third, an individual suffered burns to the thigh and groin as fumes ignited when the phone, which was in their pocket, rang while they were fueling their car.

You should know that: Mobile Phones can ignite fuel or fumes

Mobile phones that light up when switched on or when they ring release enough energy to provide a spark for ignition

Mobile phones should not be used in filling stations, or when fueling lawn mowers, boat, etc.

Mobile phones should not be used, or should be turned off, around other materials that generate flammable or explosive fumes or dust, (I.e., solvents, chemicals, gases, grain dust, etc...)

TO sum it up, here are the Four Rules for Safe Refueling:

1) Turn off engine
2) Don't smoke
3) Don't use your cell phone - leave it inside the vehicle or turn it off
4) Don't re-enter your vehicle during fueling.

Bob Renkes of Petroleum Equipment Institute is working on a campaign to try and make people aware of fires as a resul t of 'static electricity' at gas pumps. His company has researched 150 cases of these fires.

His results were very surprising:

1) Out of 150 cases, almost all of them were women.

2) Almost all cases involved the person getting back in their vehicle while the nozzle was still pumping gas. When finished, they went back to pull the nozzle out and the fire started, as a result of static.

3) Most had on rubber-soled shoes.

4) Most men never get back in their vehicle until completely finished. This is why they are seldom involved in these types of fires.

5) Don't ever use cell phones when pumping gas

6) It is the vapors that come out of the gas that cause the fire, when connected with static charges.

7) There were 29 fires where the vehicle was re-entered and the nozzle was touched during refueling from a variety of makes and models. Some resulted in extensive damage to the vehicle, to the station, and to the customer.

8) Seventeen fires occurred before, during or immediately after the gas cap was removed and before fueling began.

Mr. Renkes stresses to NEVER get back into your vehicle while filling it with gas.
If you absolutely HAVE to get in your vehicle while the gas is pumping, make sure you get out, close the door TOUCHING THE METAL, before you ever pull the nozzle out. This way the static from your body will be discharged before you ever remove the nozzle.
As I mentioned earlier, The Petroleum Equipment Institute, along with several other companies now, are really trying to make the public aware of this danger.

I ask you to please send this information to ALL your family and friends, especially those who have kids in the car with them while pumping gas. If this were to happen to them, they may not be able to get the children out in time. Thanks for passing this along.

Diane, I hope your mother forgets about her "broken teeth" today. That must be so frustrating and hurtful to see her so upset and confused, thinking you're actually capable of doing monstrous things to her, like breaking her teeth, whether they were in her head at the time or not. And the dying thing would drive me insane. My mother does that "I don't have many months left" thing. And, I know that 2 of her sisters were in their 90's when they died, and so was her mother. Mom is 86. I think we may have another 10 years of her yet! She gets so mad when I point that out.
Deef, I'd like to eat chocolate chip cookies with two fists too! Especially homemade.
Stormy - that server problem wasn't fixed until after I went to bed last night. How irritating. Son is better today and I'm waking him up when I hit "submit" on this. Its a school day for sicko. Or not-so-sicko anymore.
Austin, I'm getting the yarn and knitting needles today. You crochet, though... and Deef knits?
Cat - Stormy mentioned this being a tough time of year for you, just losing your dad. I never even thought of that. I'm sorry. No wonder you're more quiet than usual. I wish I could send you some of that white light, but I've told you before that I'm more of an orange person. My favorite color. So, I'm sending you shades of tangerine and orange sherbet, with a hint of marigold. xx
Bobbie, thanks for the info on gossip! Your story about your mother taking the top of the toilet off to dip her comb, reminds me of something one of my boys told me about taking the lid off. You might've heard about this, but it was news to me. "Upper decking". Have you heard of that? Its where someone takes the top of the toilet tank off, and POOPS in that top part and then puts the lid back on. Apparently, this is something to be done to someone you don't like? I guess the look of horror on my face was hysterical when my son explained it to me. Who thinks up stuff like this?
Book - not to be negative, but that info on cell phones is a myth. You can look it up on Snopes, and the FCC has an article debunking it. I just got a similar email from a friend.
Jen, I hope you get to air out the house today. You always sound so happy when you do.
Where's mmally? I could use another toilet brush story. Hello? mm?
Or maybe a joke, Cuz?
I know I missed someone. Mame is always so good at always remembering everyone.... and I can't remember if she's on here or YOU!
Have a good Friday. Finishing the wallpaper today. Just want to be done and painting.

Don't have a car or a cell phone but when we are at the station we stay the heck away from anyone smoking and pumping, add talking on cell to that !

Get more library books today. That's about it, snow finely really coming down and cold enough to stick (almost).

He is just off to center to annoy other for seven hours...

I can open a window downstairs any way...Hope everyone has a decent weekend!

Have snopes on bookmark myself deef...

Hey Book- good to see you, thanks for the info. I can't take any chances with my Connor Bug.... Gotta go pick him up from school.
Judy-glad you got the server fixed and that your son is feeling better.
Jen-how are you doing?
Well, I need to go ya'll. love and hugs stormy