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Lots of purrs for you to be approved for the operation and for it to be a
success, -- Polonca & Soncek "Jo Firey" wrote in message ... snip I wish I could take you up on the talk. Part of the loss is the loss of my hearing. I was scheduled for a cochlear implant in July only to have it yanked away by my insurance on the day before surgery. Now I have been on disability long enough to get Medicare and I understand they will cover it. Next appointment with the hearing doctors is December 8th. Jo |
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"Sherry " wrote in message
... guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done. She also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans. IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa. I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-) In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the water they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie. Yowie, Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04 |
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"Yowie" wrote in message
... "CatNipped" wrote in message ... Don't think I"ve told the group this before. I have a scar on my left wrist from a suicide attempt when I was 21. Its not overly noticable, but I usually wear my watch over it. I didn't even know I was depressed until I was 26 and we got a whole new bunch of people at work who decided they were going to be friends with me whether i liked it or not. About a month after they arrived, my face was in constant agony. I much later figured out that it was because my smiling muscles had been grossly atrophied and were now actually having to do a fair bit of smiling work each day. And later than year, when the depression had well and truly lifted, I finally got up th confidence to leave my manipulative and abusive ex, who I had been with since I was 15. So yes, I know what depresion is, what its like, and never ever want to crawl back down that horrid pit of despair shudder Yowie {{{{{{{{{{Yowie}}}}}}}}}} There are so many - too many - of us here who have been horribly hurt and abused. Personally I think it's because those trusting, caring, loving, and giving people make the perfect victims for the users and abusers of the world. When you live life with your heart wide open, you're liable to let in a whole lot of hurt. However, without those tender hearts, what a horribly cold and cruel world this would be. Thank the heavens for you, each of you are a precious, unique, and priceless treasure! Hugs, CatNipped |
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That makes good sense.
We have an iron - my Mum and sister ganged up one year and bought us one. When we moved to Sydney we carefully packed it in a box and promptly forgot where it was. We didn't notice it was missing for about 8 months, when Dave's parents visited us and his Mum wanted to use it. We searched everywhere, but didn't find it, so Dave's Mum had to cope with wrinkled clothes (hey, it made her fit in with the rest of us!). Fast forward several months to when I get a bug in me about the state (and stink) of the dogs' bedclothes. I deconstruct their beds, putting half of their bedclothes into the wash and the other half into the rubbish bin. At that stage I discover an unpacked box hiding behind Kendra's bed and within the box lies the iron and assorted other bits and pieces of things we hadn't missed :^) The iron now lives in the laundry; buried under piles of other junk we never use. Tish On Sat, 4 Dec 2004 10:23:33 +1100, "Yowie" wrote: "Sherry " wrote in message ... guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done. She also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans. IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa. I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-) In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the water they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie. Yowie, Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04 |
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LOL this thread reminds me of an incident that happened at my daughter's 6th
birthday. My best friend and her two girls were in attendance as well as a number of neighborhood girls, and my mom was there. Someone gave my daughter a toy iron and ironing board. My daughter looked at it in puzzlement and asked, "What is this?" Not a single girl child there knew the answer to her question and I got a dirty look from my mom! ; Ah the joys of being born into a "permanent press" world!!! Hugs, CatNipped "Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message ... That makes good sense. We have an iron - my Mum and sister ganged up one year and bought us one. When we moved to Sydney we carefully packed it in a box and promptly forgot where it was. We didn't notice it was missing for about 8 months, when Dave's parents visited us and his Mum wanted to use it. We searched everywhere, but didn't find it, so Dave's Mum had to cope with wrinkled clothes (hey, it made her fit in with the rest of us!). Fast forward several months to when I get a bug in me about the state (and stink) of the dogs' bedclothes. I deconstruct their beds, putting half of their bedclothes into the wash and the other half into the rubbish bin. At that stage I discover an unpacked box hiding behind Kendra's bed and within the box lies the iron and assorted other bits and pieces of things we hadn't missed :^) The iron now lives in the laundry; buried under piles of other junk we never use. Tish On Sat, 4 Dec 2004 10:23:33 +1100, "Yowie" wrote: "Sherry " wrote in message ... guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done. She also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans. IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa. I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-) In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the water they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie. Yowie, Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04 |
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Jo Firey wrote:
I wish I could take you up on the talk. Part of the loss is the loss of my hearing. I was scheduled for a cochlear implant in July only to have it yanked away by my insurance on the day before surgery. Oh, GRRRRR! One of my pet peeves! I'm so sorry that happened to you. Being hard of hearing can be extremely isolating, and if you're battling depression, you don't need barriers to getting help and support. Now I have been on disability long enough to get Medicare and I understand they will cover it. Next appointment with the hearing doctors is December 8th. Yay! I hope it goes well. Very-rumbly-so-they-can-be-felt purrs, Joyce |
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Kreisleriana wrote:
- Feelings of lethargy, not wanting to put forth the effort to do anything. snip much good advice I'm like that *all* the time! I consider that normal. LOL, me too. I'm definitely *not* an overachiever. Not ambitious. I'll do my job and make sure to do it right, but I'm not into climbing the ladder of success. Throughout my years of working in high-tech, I was so well-paid that money wasn't an incentive. I was always satisfied with my pay! So I didn't care about promotions and so forth. Life outside of work was too important. (Of course, having work itself would be nice, too - I'm not *that* unambitious, LOL.) I really treasure my lack of drive. I wish I lived in Italy or Spain, where they don't think work is the most important thing in life. Yay for us type B's!!! Spain is my #1 travel destination goal... er, when I have the money to go, that is. Which requires I get a job. I endorse everything Nipped said. Especially about doing everything you possibly can to make yourself laugh. When I'm feeling down, I get out the "Far Side" and "Calvin and Hobbes" books. When I want a good laugh, I watch "Play it Again Sam" - the Woody Allen movie from the mid 70s. The scene where he's trying to impress a date by putting on hip jazz music to prove how cool he is, is just hysterical, especially when he gets so nervous that he accidentally flings a vinyl record across the room (in front of his date, of course). I admit that I like physical comedy. I also love comedy where one person understands something (whatever it is) and thinks it's normal, but the other person thinks it's totally bizarre. For some reason, that makes me laugh so hard that I need to keep my albuterol inhaler on hand before I hack my brains out. (Actually, it's more like, hack my bladder out, but that's another story! ) Joyce |
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You cannot know how timely this is for me. I'm going thru a bad spell. A
lot of losses I can't seem to get my head around, poor health, a little help from some nasty medication and the season have all ganged up on me at once. Oh wow, purrs that your health improves very soon. May I also add that those who feel a tendency towards self-injury, or a tendency towards venting one's wrath on others, realize that these things are symptoms of a disease. They don't make you evil or worthless or weak. It is a disease that can be TREATED. If you can't ask for help, get someone else to call the doctor for you, and go with you. If you go on medication, it will not make you artificially happy or mess up your personality. I learned these things firsthand this year--if only I'd known what the medication did, and didn't, do. Thank the Gods my partner's a medical student, and recognized what was really happening with me. Bright Blessings to all. --Fil |
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Monique Y. Mudama wrote:
Anyway, the really sad part to me is that, when I told my dad I was going to look for a therapist to talk some of my stress out, it really bummed him out... my father I guess is just a different generation and a different culture. He said something like, "Well, honey, when you say you're going to see a therapist ... that sounds like, you know, you think you 'need therapy.'" Maybe he feels like it's a comment on him as a parent? After all, most people's perception of therapy is that it's all about figuring out what terrible things your parents did to you to make you so screwed up. So if you're going to see a therapist, maybe he thinks that's his fault, and he feels a bit defensive about that? Joyce |
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On 2004-12-04, CatNipped penned:
LOL this thread reminds me of an incident that happened at my daughter's 6th birthday. My best friend and her two girls were in attendance as well as a number of neighborhood girls, and my mom was there. Someone gave my daughter a toy iron and ironing board. My daughter looked at it in puzzlement and asked, "What is this?" Not a single girl child there knew the answer to her question and I got a dirty look from my mom! ; Ah the joys of being born into a "permanent press" world!!! Hugs, CatNipped I'm puzzled about why it would occur to someone to give a toy iron for a present. It's like giving a kid a toy litter box and scoop to play with. I mean, does anyone find ironing remotely enjoyable? Am I missing something? -- monique, caretaker of Oscar |
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