That is all I have to say about Memorial Day. Thank you, Casey J. for taking her where I could not.
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I am so sorry for the loss of your son, and that you were unable to go with her to his grave. It's terrible when you have spinal problems because it interferes with everything. I am hoping there is something they can do for your pain, that will improve your ability to enjoy life, and be active again. Christina
Christina, they could give me my damn meds back. THAT is why I have to go through all this shit. My injuries are not repairable. I'll get through it. It just takes months.
Kylie, thanks. Hey you guys, I finally got Erics CD on here and got some editing softwear I'm fucking with, so hopefully, I'll put it on here one of these days. And my recordings of my goofy yodeling shit too.
That pic made my heart skip a beat or two. It took me a second to realize it's baby Lis and her Daddy. The headstone is fantastic! (If one can say that about a headstone or whatever its called when it's so nice and big). Im looking forward to everything Eric and the yodeling too!
It is so weird to see how big Lissa is. It is kind of like a growing reminder of the time that has passed since your son has been gone. My daughter was only one when my dad died, and it seems like he was here a minute ago in my heart but when I look at my kid ( who is 11 now) it is a visual reminder of how long it's been since I have heard his laugh. It's weird. I hope this makes sense to you. I think of you and your son a lot, and I know he would be happy that you are looking out for his daughter. And yes, some days just fuck with you, and it seems like some of us get those days more than others, but we get through them. I don't comment here much, but I read every day and want you to know that on some of the worst days for me, reading here was sometimes the only bright spot I had. You take care and hug that sweet grand kid.
I feel terrible about not visiting my mother or my dad and his mom. My mom is in a mausoleum and she didn't want to be by herself so I bought the one next to her for a mix of my ashes, husbands, and all my dogs. Creeps me out, the mausoleum but I will be dead. My dad and grandmother are outside about 35 miles away. I'm moving this weekend back into my house. No furniture, but bought a bed. It is adjustable (yeah for my back) and son of a gun, when they delivered it, it turned out to have massage as well. You should come out and sleep with me! Move over for Mikey. Bring a nitestand or dresser or something. I will pile up boxes as a nightstand.
No tv yet, and no connection for one or for internet so I may go nuts. I will go nuts. It actually scares me to have no internet. I live on line.
I have kitchen appliances. The builder put in some. I approved them, all a different brand. I got what I wanted. The microwave goes over the stove and I got one I could read the stuff on--in other words, not black on black. Dishwasher picked to be simple and ez to read. Stove because it is royal blue inside. Now the fridge I got myself. A lot of money but exactly what I wanted for once in my life. French doors, bottom freezer and a drawer between freezer and fridge that I am going to put drinks in. About all I do is drink, not alcohol, as eating doesn't agree with me. It's a Samsung, iirc.
I'm going to get a huge tv for the bedroom so I can read the guide when I hit it. My eyes suck. But I am upset about the process of getting tv installer and satellite/internet provider coordinated. I need tv sand internet pronto. Big super high def tv. I don't think I'll get dining room furniture, maybe a couple of chairs for living room, nothing for guest bedroom yet. Big fight with contractor about getting my office put back.
Meds? I hate government, medicare, Jerry Brown, bean counters, etc. Makes everything more and more difficult. Got to get original rx every month, and then the supplies to pharmacies are interrupted. Doc suggested pot, which I haven't done, pisses me off you can't have a cig but encouraged to get pot. F them all.
Wow, Border! Congratulations on your new home being ready! Speaking as someone who lives in a crappy old fixer upper, it sounds wonderful!!! Uh. . . is there room in that bed for 3? Being on the computer or having the TV on so much in the background, it is hard to contemplate being without it for even a little while. It would seem like they should be eager beavers about coming out to hook you up. I hope they are quick about it. The prescription situation sounds like a bummer. The hoops we have to jump through because a few people abuse drugs! Christina
Connie, hell yes, you can say that about a headstone! I did the design work myself, and I know he would have liked it. It was very expensive and paid for by the people of this town. I have to say, they liked my son. Good story too. I ended up with all the work of removing the tons or plants and flowers, which was awful. I had nothing to do with the funeral, his BFF and his ex wife took that over. (Bad times, bad shit. They ended up shaking up later...jesus Christ.) Anyhow, she was too busy. Really? I had to borrow a damn huge van, two trips, plus I had the baby. Anyhow..I also ended up with all the donations given. OMG. I had no idea for two days. I finally started opening cards. Oh, man, $1,000s and $1,000s of dollars. I was so shocked. I used every dime of it for what it was intended for. I got him that monolith and I think he'd have loved it. I know he would have. It's his style. I did a piece for him, thanking people in the local newspaper. It made more sense than trying to write everyone individually. People said they enjoyed it, I don't know why. My last sentence was, "Next time you drive by the cemetery, please take the road through, blast some rock as loud as your speakers will go and say, hi. He was a good shit." Some people think I'm rather amusing, I guess. :)
Anon, the alternative is death, unless you know something I don't.
Thanks, Snowbunnie, yeah, time passes swiftly now, but, it seems like he was just here yesterday. But, then I do have vids of him and I can watch them now. I tell Lis stories about him all the time. That's cool.
Border, I am so goddamn excited for you! You have got to take some pics for me when you get it all together. Man, you'll be so happy to be home! That's just awesome. The new kitchen sounds fancy..maybe I can just live in a corner of the kitchen? :)
Jane, you should have seen this new doctors face when he got the MRI and cat scans and bone density tests and all that shit back. It was fucking hilarious. He prolly has druggies in there all day. He looked at me like he had to tell me I had an hour to live. I said, dude, I know..now, can I have my meds? LMAO!
Christina, yeah, but, you know I'm almost there. I'm on my last hoop or two and then I know I'll feel better. So, I can hang.
ps..Alissa is taller than me now. How weird is that? I like that first picture because it was the first time he had to leave her for a week to go check out that school in Cali. She wanted her Daddy, to take that little phone with him to call her, every day. That's why he has that look on his face. Man, she really got to him that day. LOL.
Pat, yes you can camp in the kitchen, but not in front of the fridge. I need my drinks, crushed ice thru the door, all night long. But then you are up all night I'm sure.
Christina yep there is room in the bed. Got a fixer upper? I suggest a fire.
Sooner than I want the place will be filled with boxes of whatever they didn't throw out that is in the warehouse. May take me years to go thru it. I think only 2 oak end tables I hated are coming back in the way of furniture. So why unpack, there is no where to put anything. Big empty living room, den, and dining room. And empty 2nd bedrm and middle bedrm that used to be the office. So far, only a bed in one room, and a kitchen with no stools at the bar. So you have to either stand or lie down.
Actually, I would love the chance to fix this place up and make it my own, but I am not sure I will have the chance to live here much longer, and if I do, I probably will not have two pennies to rub together. My "husband" served me with divorce papers late this evening. I am assuming that they serve them late so that you can not call an attorney the same day, and so that you will have to stew quietly until you can. The dirtbag wants half of everything, including my retirement, my mom's little old tub of a boat, anything else from her estate, and he wants spousal support. I have been beside myself this evening. I also have instructions not to "liquidate" any assets in any way. I am quietly making a list of the things I think he "liquidated" and the changes he made to beneficiaries prior to his telling me that I can not do those things. He is truly the scum of the earth. May he rot. . . quickly and painfully. Christina
I am so pissed, Christina. Beyond belief. The stress these SOBs cause is beyond belief. He can ask for anything; your attorney, which I am hoping you have, has a job to make sure he doesn't get it. Spousal support, OMFG. Yep, you can move with me.
Thank you, Border, yep, up all night. But, I'd fight you for that crushed ice. I eat ice constantly. I hate swallowing, so, man, I can go through some ice. I buy bags of it every week. I'm sure my fav gas station (best ice in town) thinks I'm having huge parties all the time. I'm so jealous of your fridge. :)
Christina....he will not get what he wants. He shall not have even a parcel. Not if you do not want him to have it. Yes, I am suggesting the dreaded 'magik'. I am not suggesting we spell against him, nor to rot him. I am suggesting we direct all the good and helpful energy we can all muster towards YOU. We just make you the rightful owner of said objects and so it shall be. This will take some work. Anyone with me?
Christina, my heart breaks for you. I'm so sorry. Yes, Pat, I'm in all the way. But that "rotting" thing sounds good to me. Can we throw his mom in too?
Okay, ladies who lunch, let me think it out a bit. Jane, no, we may not rot him or his momma. (secretly-->LMAO! Bet she's obese, isn't she? That fat burns really..nope, aint goin' there.) I'm going to think on this and post on it. I am not gonna hide in comments.
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I am so sorry for the loss of your son, and that you were unable to go with her to his grave.
It's terrible when you have spinal problems because it interferes with everything.
I am hoping there is something they can do for your pain, that will improve your ability to enjoy life, and be active again.
Christina
What a sweet picture for you to cherish of your son and his daughter.
Christina, they could give me my damn meds back. THAT is why I have to go through all this shit. My injuries are not repairable. I'll get through it. It just takes months.
Kylie, thanks. Hey you guys, I finally got Erics CD on here and got some editing softwear I'm fucking with, so hopefully, I'll put it on here one of these days. And my recordings of my goofy yodeling shit too.
That pic made my heart skip a beat or two. It took me a second to realize it's baby Lis and her Daddy. The headstone is fantastic! (If one can say that about a headstone or whatever its called when it's so nice and big).
Im looking forward to everything Eric and the yodeling too!
Pat, Is it your pain meds? There is an alternative.
DD
It is so weird to see how big Lissa is. It is kind of like a growing reminder of the time that has passed since your son has been gone. My daughter was only one when my dad died, and it seems like he was here a minute ago in my heart but when I look at my kid ( who is 11 now) it is a visual reminder of how long it's been since I have heard his laugh. It's weird. I hope this makes sense to you. I think of you and your son a lot, and I know he would be happy that you are looking out for his daughter. And yes, some days just fuck with you, and it seems like some of us get those days more than others, but we get through them. I don't comment here much, but I read every day and want you to know that on some of the worst days for me, reading here was sometimes the only bright spot I had. You take care and hug that sweet grand kid.
Snowbunnie
I feel terrible about not visiting my mother or my dad and his mom. My mom is in a mausoleum and she didn't want to be by herself so I bought the one next to her for a mix of my ashes, husbands, and all my dogs. Creeps me out, the mausoleum but I will be dead. My dad and grandmother are outside about 35 miles away. I'm moving this weekend back into my house. No furniture, but bought a bed. It is adjustable (yeah for my back) and son of a gun, when they delivered it, it turned out to have massage as well. You should come out and sleep with me! Move over for Mikey. Bring a nitestand or dresser or something. I will pile up boxes as a nightstand.
No tv yet, and no connection for one or for internet so I may go nuts. I will go nuts.
It actually scares me to have no internet. I live on line.
I have kitchen appliances. The builder put in some. I approved them, all a different brand. I got what I wanted. The microwave goes over the stove and I got one I could read the stuff on--in other words, not black on black. Dishwasher picked to be simple and ez to read. Stove because it is royal blue inside. Now the fridge I got myself. A lot of money but exactly what I wanted for once in my life. French doors, bottom freezer and a drawer between freezer and fridge that I am going to put drinks in. About all I do is drink, not alcohol, as eating doesn't agree with me. It's a Samsung, iirc.
I'm going to get a huge tv for the bedroom so I can read the guide when I hit it. My eyes suck. But I am upset about the process of getting tv installer and satellite/internet provider coordinated. I need tv sand internet pronto. Big super high def tv. I don't think I'll get dining room furniture, maybe a couple of chairs for living room, nothing for guest bedroom yet. Big fight with contractor about getting my office put back.
Meds? I hate government, medicare, Jerry Brown, bean counters, etc. Makes everything more and more difficult. Got to get original rx every month, and then the supplies to pharmacies are interrupted. Doc suggested pot, which I haven't done, pisses me off you can't have a cig but encouraged to get pot. F them all.
Pat, I hope things work out for you. Pain is just the pits. No one understands just how you feel. It drains the fun out of everything.
Wow, Border! Congratulations on your new home being ready! Speaking as someone who lives in a crappy old fixer upper, it sounds wonderful!!! Uh. . . is there room in that bed for 3?
Being on the computer or having the TV on so much in the background, it is hard to contemplate being without it for even a little while. It would seem like they should be eager beavers about coming out to hook you up. I hope they are quick about it.
The prescription situation sounds like a bummer. The hoops we have to jump through because a few people abuse drugs!
Christina
Connie, hell yes, you can say that about a headstone! I did the design work myself, and I know he would have liked it. It was very expensive and paid for by the people of this town. I have to say, they liked my son. Good story too. I ended up with all the work of removing the tons or plants and flowers, which was awful. I had nothing to do with the funeral, his BFF and his ex wife took that over. (Bad times, bad shit. They ended up shaking up later...jesus Christ.) Anyhow, she was too busy. Really? I had to borrow a damn huge van, two trips, plus I had the baby. Anyhow..I also ended up with all the donations given. OMG. I had no idea for two days. I finally started opening cards. Oh, man, $1,000s and $1,000s of dollars. I was so shocked. I used every dime of it for what it was intended for. I got him that monolith and I think he'd have loved it. I know he would have. It's his style. I did a piece for him, thanking people in the local newspaper. It made more sense than trying to write everyone individually. People said they enjoyed it, I don't know why. My last sentence was, "Next time you drive by the cemetery, please take the road through, blast some rock as loud as your speakers will go and say, hi. He was a good shit." Some people think I'm rather amusing, I guess. :)
Anon, the alternative is death, unless you know something I don't.
Thanks, Snowbunnie, yeah, time passes swiftly now, but, it seems like he was just here yesterday. But, then I do have vids of him and I can watch them now. I tell Lis stories about him all the time. That's cool.
Border, I am so goddamn excited for you! You have got to take some pics for me when you get it all together. Man, you'll be so happy to be home! That's just awesome. The new kitchen sounds fancy..maybe I can just live in a corner of the kitchen? :)
Jane, you should have seen this new doctors face when he got the MRI and cat scans and bone density tests and all that shit back. It was fucking hilarious. He prolly has druggies in there all day. He looked at me like he had to tell me I had an hour to live. I said, dude, I know..now, can I have my meds? LMAO!
Christina, yeah, but, you know I'm almost there. I'm on my last hoop or two and then I know I'll feel better. So, I can hang.
ps..Alissa is taller than me now. How weird is that? I like that first picture because it was the first time he had to leave her for a week to go check out that school in Cali. She wanted her Daddy, to take that little phone with him to call her, every day. That's why he has that look on his face. Man, she really got to him that day. LOL.
Pat, yes you can camp in the kitchen, but not in front of the fridge. I need my drinks, crushed ice thru the door, all night long. But then you are up all night I'm sure.
Christina yep there is room in the bed. Got a fixer upper? I suggest a fire.
Sooner than I want the place will be filled with boxes of whatever they didn't throw out that is in the warehouse. May take me years to go thru it. I think only 2 oak end tables I hated are coming back in the way of furniture. So why unpack, there is no where to put anything. Big empty living room, den, and dining room. And empty 2nd bedrm and middle bedrm that used to be the office. So far, only a bed in one room, and a kitchen with no stools at the bar. So you have to either stand or lie down.
Actually, I would love the chance to fix this place up and make it my own, but I am not sure I will have the chance to live here much longer, and if I do, I probably will not have two pennies to rub together. My "husband" served me with divorce papers late this evening. I am assuming that they serve them late so that you can not call an attorney the same day, and so that you will have to stew quietly until you can. The dirtbag wants half of everything, including my retirement, my mom's little old tub of a boat, anything else from her estate, and he wants spousal support. I have been beside myself this evening. I also have instructions not to "liquidate" any assets in any way. I am quietly making a list of the things I think he "liquidated" and the changes he made to beneficiaries prior to his telling me that I can not do those things. He is truly the scum of the earth. May he rot. . . quickly and painfully.
Christina
I am so pissed, Christina. Beyond belief. The stress these SOBs cause is beyond belief. He can ask for anything; your attorney, which I am hoping you have, has a job to make sure he doesn't get it. Spousal support, OMFG. Yep, you can move with me.
Thank you, Border, yep, up all night. But, I'd fight you for that crushed ice. I eat ice constantly. I hate swallowing, so, man, I can go through some ice. I buy bags of it every week. I'm sure my fav gas station (best ice in town) thinks I'm having huge parties all the time. I'm so jealous of your fridge. :)
Christina....he will not get what he wants. He shall not have even a parcel. Not if you do not want him to have it. Yes, I am suggesting the dreaded 'magik'. I am not suggesting we spell against him, nor to rot him. I am suggesting we direct all the good and helpful energy we can all muster towards YOU. We just make you the rightful owner of said objects and so it shall be. This will take some work. Anyone with me?
PS..I have had enough of people taking from me. I will not have it happen to my friends either, without a good old school try.
I'm in Pat! Christina, it will work out fine for you.
Christina, my heart breaks for you. I'm so sorry.
Yes, Pat, I'm in all the way. But that "rotting" thing sounds good to me. Can we throw his mom in too?
I'm in too! Let's do it!
Okay, ladies who lunch, let me think it out a bit. Jane, no, we may not rot him or his momma. (secretly-->LMAO! Bet she's obese, isn't she? That fat burns really..nope, aint goin' there.) I'm going to think on this and post on it. I am not gonna hide in comments.
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