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Just be careful walking around where the Macaroni spilled. If there's any residue, it will be VERY slippery!
Happy Mothers Day to your MoM and Grams. :)
Reply #121. May 11 12, 8:40 PM
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Thanks, VM.
Grandma called earlier to ask if I needed any more half gallons of tea because there's none on sale starting tomorrow. I told her I didn't think so, and then she proceeded to tell me Mom called her last night to say she was going to visit tomorrow. "I assume you'll be coming with?" Do you want me to? "Well, *yeah!" I couldn't help laughing at the way she said it. (She's looking forward to "spending time with you girls." How can I take that away from her?)
Mom's coming overfor a visit after she and a friend play some tennis. She got me some food at the Market yesterday.
Georgette also called earlier "to check up on you." We made a tentative plan for her to come next Saturday.
I can't believe it's almost Memorial Day (two weeks from Monday).
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Reply #122. May 12 12, 12:10 PM
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Jazmee27
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I have a whitehead on my nose :( Actually, I have two (what are the odds?)
Mom playedtennis for two hours, which she guesses was an hour and a half too much for her back
She was going to stop at an ATM, but she'll do that tomorrow on the way down to Grandma's for dinner (we might order out, we might go somewhere... who knows what "us three girls" will do) As I told Mom, if I don't go with Grandma will be upset
My cell phone died earlier (I was irritated at first, but actually I'm pleased because that means I don't have to worry about it tomorrow.
Just finished "Heart of Texas, Book 2." Next I think I'll start "A Turn in the Road."
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Reply #123. May 12 12, 3:12 PM
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Jazmee27
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Oh, forgot to mention Mom brought over my chicken fingers and mac n' cheese
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Reply #124. May 12 12, 3:13 PM
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Jazmee27
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To all the mothers: Happy Mother's Day :)
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Reply #125. May 13 12, 7:00 AM
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Jazmee27
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The pplan is for Mom to pick me up around 3 or 4
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Reply #126. May 13 12, 9:41 AM
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Jazmee27
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Dinner was sandwiches from Tony’s. I had a tuna melt on a soft roll with an order of batter and fried cauliflower; Mom had an order of corn nuggets and an Italian sub, Uncle Michael (who paid for the dinner) got an order of eggplant fries (I think his sub was Italian, too, but I’m not sure) and Grandma got broccoli and cheese bites with her double twin burger (at least, I think that’s what it was called—they have so many burgers it’s hard to remember)
Grandma and Mom told about stories from when Mom and Michael were little. He once asked a Sunday School group if they knew the song “Rhinestone Cowboy.” He could also “curse like a trucker” from a young age, and blamed every toy HE broke (he had a knack for destroying stuff, and broke all of Mom’s toys AND his own) on his older sister. She, for her part, was far from innocent—she’d make scary faces just to terrify him.
There was also the time Michael kicked the doctor for attempting to x-ray his ankle, and the other time when he swore at the doctor for putting a cloth over his eyes.
Mom brought up how, when I was 14 or 15, and required stitches on my forehead and the bridge of my nose. I said to the doctor, “I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” and his response was, “I think I’ve done this once or twice.”
Another time, I did a “stupid human trick” that resulted in my hairline being cut open. To make matters worse, I tried to hide the injury from Mom. And then there was the time I required tubes in my ears, and I told the doctor I hated him (I don’t remember that, though I do remember flailing my arms when the gas mask was placed over my nose).
I finally know what techno music is now—as I explained to Mom, I like some and not others, and most of the time have to listen to those pieces more than once.
Grandma’s not coming up for an appointment tomorrow because she wants to go get the photo for her driver’s license the day she comes up, and they’re not open tomorrow. She also needs to arrange an appointment for her one cat, Little Girl, to go to the vet and get weighed. Additionally, she needs more medicine for the cat—“she’ll have to take those pills for the rest of her life now.”
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Reply #127. May 13 12, 8:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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Turns out Grandma didn't forget about the haircut after all
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Reply #128. May 14 12, 3:20 PM
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Jazmee27
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Robbie's mother, Audrey, doesn't want to be called a grandmother. Nobody quite knows what she DOES want to be called. "I don't want to be called the child's grandmother, because that makes me feel old." Telling this, Grandma remarked on how she was 36 when SHE became a grandmother (and Audrey's in her 40's!
Mom said she's going to pretend she doesn't know, and the first opportunity she gets call the woman Grandma. Robbie's dad will do the same.
From an early age I've called Grandma Nana--until, that is, I was reprimanded for doing so. "She's not your nana, she's your grandmother!" (That remark, by the way, was made by Mom's ex-boyfriend, Edy.) I still call her Nana to her face, but I'm not as freearound others.
Robbie grew up calling my grandmother nanny, although he knew perfectly well she was his aunt. It's because his real grandmother was sick, and even his dad referred to Grandma as Mom.
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Reply #129. May 14 12, 3:30 PM
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Jazmee27
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The standing joke in our family goes something like this:
- Mom: Your Uncle Michael and I are out shoplifting.
- Are you having fun?
- Well, we haven’t taken anything yet—but I have my big purse, so we’ll see what I can fit inside it!
The truth is, neither one is a criminal in any way! Still, it’s nice to joke around every once and a while:
- Me: It’s nice to know he hasn’t dragged you into a life of crime!
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Reply #130. May 14 12, 4:13 PM
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The 'what to call grandma' reminds me of my late husband's grandmother.
My husband was the first grandchild, and in Yiddish, a grandmother is called 'Bubbe'. My husband, at the age of two, pronounced it 'Bobby', so she became Bobby (her real mname was Frieda). Not only did all her grandchildren call her Bobby, but many other family members and friends did, as well.
The name doesn't matter ... it's the warmth and the love that counts :-)
Sounds like you all had a wonderful Mother's Day :-)
Reply #131. May 14 12, 7:25 PM
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Jazmee27
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ThanksPostcards.
I made the mistake of not going in to the Comcast site to pay the Cable until today. “I’m getting frustrated…” Fortunately, the bill’s not past due yet – the deadline is tomorrow. What I need to do is sit down with Mom so she can show me exactly where I need to go. (The site must have about a hundred links, so JAWS is running very slowly indeed.) Mom to the rescue!
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JAWS = Job Access With Speech (sounds like the screenreader was only used for employment at first)
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Reply #132. May 14 12, 7:45 PM
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Jazmee27
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I'm trying not to, but it seems even KNOWING the fire drill's coming (tomorrow) is enough to bring on an attack of nerves :(
It doesn't help that, between my allergies and my back, I've had a headache all day
Earlier, I slowed myself down (I ten to move faster when I'm stressed) because ALSO WHEN UNDER STRESS I tend to lose my balance more easily (I think my leg flares up as a result of stress, and nothing good can come from that
Hmmmmm... Looks like I need to look at stress-reducing techniques again (those I use can only do so much)
**I guess it would have helped had I gone to bed earlier last *night.
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Reply #133. May 14 12, 8:49 PM
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honeybee4
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My 22 year old grandson, Tyler, still calls me nanny.
Reply #134. May 14 12, 8:50 PM
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Jazmee27
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Time for a story, I think...
Searching archives...
Ooh--speaking of "I'm such a clutz:"
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Crack!
I really must be more careful. Walk too fast, don’t pick up my feet and “walk like precision” as Mom would put it, and where does that get me?
Tripped in my bedroom earlier—I’d pushed the walker to my right so I could squeeze between the bed and the bookshelf—and I’m not sure how, but I fell forward and nailed my face on the chair. Now I have a gash above my eyelid—and one below.
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It didn't even require stitches :)
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Reply #135. May 14 12, 8:54 PM
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Jazmee27
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Really cute, Honeybee :)
I've gotten more comfortable calling her Nana again in company (why in the WORLD did I let Edy get to me? I now find it hard to believe I allowed him to intimidate me!)
BTW, the card I got Grandma (well, the one Mom picked out for me to give to her, the one I asked her to get) is addressed to Nana, and says she's the best one in the world
And, though Mom picked up the ice cream cake, I later paid for it (Mom gave me the option of contributing to the cost, or buying the whole thing; since it was $12, I decided to pay for all of it
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Reply #136. May 14 12, 9:01 PM
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Jazmee27
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My (sometimes) friend Eric has some pretty extreme views.
- He claims not to be racist, yet some of his comments… I’ve called him on such language more than once!
- When backed into a corner, he uses his father (who, by his own admission is an alcoholic) as an excuse (for putting the ideas in his head)
I’d like to think his opinions have changed since moving to Colorado, but I’m skeptical.
- When I was en route to cousin Robbie’s wedding, my aunt Anita was teasing me (again) about Eric (the family has, for the longest time, kept pressuring me to marry him or something). I told her that I once (years ago) made it clear to him I thought of him as more than a friend. First, it was before I knew about his certain views that I find intolerable. Second, he didn’t feel the same (and so I’ve “turned the corner) as they say. I have NO INTEREST in dating (never did, if truth be told).
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Reply #137. May 15 12, 5:20 AM
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Jazmee27
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Another one from the archives:
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“Dr. Smith wants you to get a Pap Smear.”
Those were the words the receptionist used when she called two weeks ago. Today, I learned the detail she neglected to tell me: he also ordered a breast exam.
“Do you do a self-examination?” Kristin asked me. (Well… no-not sure what to do and all that. “Just do what I’m doing here,” the Physician’s Assistant instructed as she pressed gently in several spots in the general area. “If there are any lumps, or anything hurts…” (Well, that’s easy enough!)
Since I have never been sexually active, she didn’t have to take the sample (whatever that involves) but only had to do the examination on the outside (they did, however, have to take a culture and look under the microscope because of the discharge and bacteria in the urine).
Diagnosis: Bacterial Vaginosis, Vaginal Yeast Infection and Eczema (on my right hand-what I thought was psoriasis; possibly the same on my ears).
Afterward, grandma and I got Wendies for lunch-a spicy chicken for me and a burger for her.
And the only major issue was me not having my apartment key (well… I also forgot to bring money with me, as well as the health insurance card).
I think there is nothing worse than having work to do and knowing in your heart you have no energy with which to do it.
A vitamin deficiency is like cancer. Or stroke. It climbs into your veins, your brain, your very being, and saps all the life from everything.
When I moved into my apartment, I was unsteady on my feet, but as far as I was concerned that was just because I have nerve damage (which, in itself, is akin to a stroke or cancer). I was functioning, so all was right in the world. Besides, I had so much more on my plate than physical fitness or well-being.
And then the unthinkable happened-again-and I found myself lying in a hospital bed, forced to reassess things.
Yet how can one logically be expected to do so without all the facts?
I was more tired than usual, yes, but I just attributed that to the falls.
But as weeks went by, then months, without a noticeable improvement in energy level, red flags should have been raised. (I must say, though, that my fatigue was so great at times that I really didn’t care. I slipped down into a depression… began lashing out at the very ones trying to help me…)
And then, one day, the phone rang:
“Dr. Smith ordered more bloodwork than he did last week…”
And there was the diagnosis that eluded the medical community for so long--Vitamin D Deficiency—and it came Hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could reclaim my life. Maybe I could do what I wanted to, not just think about it. Maybe, just maybe, some of the damage could be reversed.
So now, when my muscles ache and I’m tempted to quit, I just remind myself that “I Want My Life Back!”
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Reply #138. May 15 12, 5:22 AM
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Jazmee27
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I had the strangest dreams this morning, which disappeared as soon as I got up (apart from the song, that is)
I never considered myself beautiful before, but... worth reconsidering
"You don't know you're beautiful"
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Reply #139. May 15 12, 7:34 AM
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Jazmee27
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Another one from the archives:
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There’s nothing quite so annoying as sales calls… or “survey takers”. “I’m on the do not call list” means nothing to these people.
My grandma remembers a time, when she had to get up for work the next morning, when the phone jangled at 10:00. After listening to the mechanical-sounding voice on the other end of the line, she said curtly “Do you realize what time it is? I’m already in bed, and have to get up early tomorrow morning. Don’t call me again! Goodbye.”
Then there was the call she received today, intoning that “if you could use more money, listen carefully.” (What kind of dumb advertisement is that?)
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How bout this one: "If you're a senior citizen, listen carefully to the following..."
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Reply #140. May 15 12, 8:47 AM
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