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Sep 10, 2011 4:17 am
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I know, I know...it's been ages since I was last here.
Let me think, what has been happening?
Right at this moment, there is a thunder storm rolling over me (literally), with lightning and rain.
My grandmother and aunt moved to Pahrump Nevada, so my aunt could be closer to her son. So the house would stand empty, I've moved out of the trailer and into the house. Missy Cleo loves having all this space, especially the kitchen where she can bat toys around and make all kinds of noise. I can't do much about the property except water what little plant life there is and keep the lake level from dropping too low. But there is so much to do. Gramma said I could get a dog as long as it's house broken, but I have to fix a couple of holes that has been dug under the fence by this pack of feral dogs so they can get onto the property .
School is going very well. I can't recall how many classes I've taken, but it's been almost 18 months. My GPA is about 3.30. It would be higher, except I did get two Ds. One was my fault, the other a compromise because the TA gave me 0 one of the written assignments and the teacher asked me to send a copy of it to him. Other than that, I've been getting As and Bs.
I am still battling for my disability benfits. I did take a tumble a couple of weeks ago. My ankle did something funny, and down I went. I thought for sure both ankles had been sprained, twisted or something, but remarkabley both wer fine. A small scrape on the knee, but I think something tore. For a couple of days I had a painful knot the size of an orange just at the top of the back of the calf. That spot is still tender. I have noticed that the ankle in question kind of wobbles every now and then, and I'm think I need to get a good ankle brace...or face the possibility of another fall and breaking something.
Well, that's about it.
How you all doing?
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I am still here
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Jul 23, 2011 12:46 pm
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School has been keeping me busy. I bluffed my way through 2 classes and passed. Just finished Interpersonal Communications and it was a blast! Next is Man's Dependence on the Environmentand it looks to be dificult. There is going to be a lot work in this class.
Personally I am doing okay. My back is still a pain, still fighting for disability benefits and the case has gone back to Virginia. My grandmother and aunt moved to another state, but I am staying here and moving into the house so it doesn't sit empty.
A mama duck has successfully raised 9 ducklings to "teenagers", and they have learned that when I feed the fish in the lake there is free food to be had, so now when they see me they expect to be fed. I am going to buy a cheap puppy chow for them and the fish. The little buggers have even come right up to the door! Missy Cleo (my cat) is not sure what to amke of that. She looks at them with a mixture of annoyance and confusion.
Hope everyone is doing well.
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some old men think fast
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Jan 28, 2011 2:28 pm
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An Elderly man in Tennessee had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with
picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.
One evening, the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, since he hadn't been there for a while and look it over. He grabbed a give-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence, and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted at him, 'We're not coming out until you leave!'
The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.' Holding up the bucket he said, 'I'm here to feed the alligator.'
SOME OLD MEN CAN THINK FAST. WE DIDN'T GET THIS OLD BY BEING STUPID!
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How I live with the pain...
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Jan 15, 2011 2:08 pm
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I was once asked how I live with back pain. I get many wishes for a speedy recovery, and I appreciate that. However, my back injury will not heal; three of the disks that are filled with a fluid that cushions the vertebrae of the spinal column are damaged and one is torn. These do not heal and refill. Once gone, it is gone for good. I have bad days, not so bad days and even pretty okay days. I take 500mg of Naproxen twice a day, 500mg of Tylenol and 50mg of Tramadol every six hours for pain, 800mg of Ibuprofen for inflammation and pain every six hours. I take 10mg of Baclofen (a muscle relaxer) twice a day to control spasms. And last but not least, I take two 300mg of Gabapentin three times a day. Gabapentin is for epilepsy, but also works for restless legs and helps other medications work better. ALL these medications cause drowsiness and I take over 5500mg of medication a day. It’s amazing that I am functional. I do nap.
There are days when I hurt so bad, the medication barely puts a dent in it and walking causes tears. Then there are days when I feel pretty good and relatively pain free. Sometimes I walk with an “old lady shuffle” or with a “hitch in my giddy up.”
I can sit at a computer for 2 hours, sometimes up to 3 hours. I am most comfortable reclined with lumbar support. Standing in line is painful, and grocery shopping is near unbearable and leaves me useless the next day.
I’m too young to be this old.
So, how do I live with the pain? I just do.
I haven’t given up. I’m taking on line classes to get a BA in Health and Human Services and plan on adding a degree in Gerontology. Why, you may ask? Back when I was much, much younger, I worked as a nurse’s aide in convalescent homes. For the most part, the elderly were there to die. Treatment of the elderly is shockingly shameful, by their families and health care providers. Not all elderly are abused and not all families and healthcare professionals are uncaring, but enough to cause concern. Now that I am close to becoming a member of this community, and being disabled, this has become a concern for me and I want to help safeguard our elders.
Sorry this has been so long. I hope this has been informative
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'Twas the month after Christmas'
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Jan 15, 2011 1:58 pm
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'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the Red Wine I'd taste,
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales, there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk, more a lumber)
I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese,
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you”, but “please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt
I said to myself as I only can
”You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So - away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore,
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL - AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DIET!
P.S.Personally, I’m still eating the remaining cookies,
corn bread and chocolates - a person simply can’t
just waste all that good stuff!
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Mad Wife Disease
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Jan 13, 2011 1:47 pm
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A man was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
“What was that for?” he asked
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Mary Lou on it,” she replies.
“Two weeks ago I went to the races, Mary Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on,” he explained.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” she said, “I should have known there was a good explanation.”
Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she walked up and hit him on the head with an iron skillet, which knocked him out cold. When he came to he as asked,” What was that for?”
“She replied,” Your horse called.
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Don't Dig Up the GArden
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Jan 13, 2011 1:45 pm
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Digging the up Garden
An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his yearly garden, but it was very hard work for him because the ground was hard. His only son, Junebug Jankins III who use to help was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Junebug Jankins III, I am feeling pretty bad, I won’t be able to plant my garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up my garden plot. If you were here, my troubles would be over…I know you’d dig the plot for me. Love Dad.
A few days later he got a letter from his son:
Dear daddy Jankins, Whatever you do, don’t dig up the garden. That’s where I buried the Bodies. Love, Junebug Jankins IIIAt 4AM the next morning FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. Later that same day, he got another letter from his son:
Dear Daddy Jankins, You can go ahead and plant your garden now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love Junebug Jankins III.
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Men are like....
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Dec 10, 2010 12:50 pm
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1. Men are like Laxatives. They irritate the crap out of you.
2. Men are like Bananas . The older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like Weather .Nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like Blenders You need one, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like Chocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like Commercials . You can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off!
8. Men are like .. Government Bonds .... They take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like .. Mascara . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like Popcorn . They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like Snowstorms . You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
12. Men are like Lava Lamps . Fun to look at, but not very bright.
13. Men are like Parking Spots All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.
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Santa Claus is a woman
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Dec 10, 2010 12:42 pm
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I think Santa Claus is a woman ... I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she.
Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!
For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they - with amazing calm - call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree.
Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.
Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.
Even if the male Santa DID have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.
Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.
Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
a.. Men can't pack a bag.
b.. Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
c.. Men would feel their masculinity is threatened ... having to be seen with all those elves.
d.. Men don't answer their mail.
e.. Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a "bowlful of jelly."
f.. Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
g.. Having to do the "Ho Ho Ho" thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
h.. Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.
I can buy the fact that other mythical characters are men ...
a.. Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous.
Definite guy.
b.. Cupid flies around carrying weapons.
Guy
c.. Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.
Ditto
Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance. As long as we have each other, good will, peace on earth, faith and Nat King Cole's version of "The Christmas Song," it probably makes little difference what gender Santa is.
I just wish she'd quit dressing like a guy!!!
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MAY GOD BLESS THIS AIRLINE CAPTAIN
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Aug 24, 2010 1:54 pm
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MAY GOD BLESS THIS AIRLINE CAPTAIN:
He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. on this flight." (H.R. stands for human remains.) "Are they military?" I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'Is there an escort?' I asked.
'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.
'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said..
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.
'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. 'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia .
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do.. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher.. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.'
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA .
Foot note: As a Viet Nam Veteran I can only think of all the veterans including the ones that rode below the deck on their way home and how they were treated. When I read things like this I am proud that our country has not turned their backs on our soldiers returning from the various war zones today and give them the respect they so deserve.
I know every one who has served their country who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including me.
Prayer:
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen..'
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