Good morning!
This morning I read Dear Abby and while I have nothing to poke fun at her about, I found today's issue amusing. Apparently, a young gay man wrote to say that he lived in Georgia and he found it difficult to be accepted into his community and church. I don't know what Abby said to him but today a bunch of people wrote to help Abby guide the young gay dude.
One of them told him to "run, not walk" to another church, perhaps Episcopalian, where he will be accepted with open arms. Then, another person wrote to say that he should leave South Georgia and come to Atlanta where there is a large gay community. That's quite true, I used to work at Emory, where they have domestic partnership benefits and every gay medical person in the Southeast works there. Another person wrote to tell the guy to "join the theatrical community" where many gays find a home in the accepting world of thespians. The last letter was a hoot, it was from the young man's grandparents who wrote to say that they love him and accept him no matter what.
I don't know why, but I found that amusing.
OK, and now for something completely different. My father is out of the hospital and his doctor said that they will be doing some outpatient testing to see what the problem was the other day. Sunday, he was quite ill and he got better over the next few days and they still aren't sure exactly what caused Sunday's incident. I don't want to go into the details out of respect for my father's privacy, but it was an awful few days until he came around. You never expect anything to happen to your own parents, especially so suddenly. Even being a nurse doesn't help when it's your own family that is ill. When they told me that my grandfather had inoperable lung cancer, it didn't hit me that he would die from it and when he did, I was blown away. I know that inoperable lung cancer is bad, but when it happened to someone that I loved, I didn't quite accept what it meant. I can look at people with all sorts of injuries and remain calm and reasonable enough to handle the situation, but when my own kids have been injured, even slightly, I'm as freaked as any other mother. Go figure.
Now that my father is home and about to undergo some testing, I'm much less frightened and ready to talk about ME again! I'm getting laid on a regular basis now and that's such a good thing. My energy level is much higher and I'm accomplishing a lot more. I'm ready to go back to work or at least to try. It seems as though after I do any type of work for a couple of hours, I have so much pain that I end up hunched over and whining. But, the doctor has been very generous with the pain medicine so I should be fine. Of course, nursing is my main talent but I'd love to try something different for a while. I'm going to look for something a bit less physically demanding and maybe even as lucrative. If I could find a job that pays as well as nursing, I would grab it in a heartbeat.
After all the help that my daughter has provided me over the past few months, I was finally able to help her and that made me feel very good. She was broke and I was able to send her some money to help her get through her little crisis. That made me feel so good because I've always been able to help her in the past and when I was in trouble she was great.
I'm so proud of her and the wonderful young woman that she has become that I am more than happy to help her out the few times that she asks. She wouldn't ask unless she was really in a bind. I had hoped to help her with her wedding soon but she is taking a break from the guy she's been seeing for years and I think I'm sadder about that than she is. I had thought that this one was going to be my son in law for sure. I like him and I hope that they work this out. But, if they don't, I'm sure that she'll be fine and that some very lucky man will find her soon enough.
Since my other ex's idiot wife throws a fit whenever one of my ex in-laws speaks to me, I can't say who it was or even hint as to who it was but the other day I was told that my ex mother in law is having a 75th birthday party and my ex's wife refuses to go because my daughter will be there.
The only thing that my daughter has done "wrong" is to have a relationship with her mother. My ex mother in law is a sweet woman who has never had a bad word to say about anyone and she won't be having a whole lot more birthdays so I think it's hideous that this childish wench is making her birthday party an occasion for derision and pettiness. If that isn't bad enough, the woman's oldest son won't go because the youngest son will be there. The woman who told me these things doesn't give a hoot about the nit wits, she just thinks it's sad that the birthday party will be overshadowed by a bunch of immature, selfish freaks that don't know how to put their own personal feelings aside and behave like adults.
My other ex's wife was about 16 or 17 when my (then) 33 year old ex married her close to 20 years ago. As immature as she was then, she's gotten much worse since. That's odd, usually people grow up sooner or later but this petty wench refuses to do so. I guess it's her drinking, people stop growing emotionally while they're addicted to any substance. They use drink or drugs to deal with their problems instead of using their own minds and therefore, they don't mature. A person who begins drinking at 15 and stops at 40, has the emotional maturity of a 15 year old when they stop drinking. Add to that the poor self esteem that one suffers as a result of being an alcoholic and you can end up with a miserable, mean person like this female. I just think that it's a shame that an elderly woman is hurt because of this nut. If she ever does grow up, she'll find that she has done some dreadful things that will make it tough for her to live with herself.
And, knowing my ex the way I do, he can't be very happy with his wife but I'm sure that he's just given up trying to reason with her. From what I hear, he still goes out all the time like he did when we were married so I imagine that he is finding solace elsewhere.
My boyfriend has sent me a few web sites of different bed and breakfasts down near Jeckle Island and St. Simon's. I told him that I thought they were rather pricey and that we could stay at a cheaper hotel further inland that would be good enough for me but he said that he wanted to take me someplace very nice and didn't mind spending the money. Must be nice. So, I'll read about the places that he sent me and choose one to go to. I can't wait to go, I'm so excited about this trip. They have a casino somewhere down there that I went to when I took my daughter down there for a few days and I look forward to going again. Biff loves to gamble so he'll enjoy that as well as the beautiful coast down there.
Well, my coffee is kicking in so I'm going to clean the house up and then go out and work some more in my yard. I'm determined to get that yard back in shape. I used to keep it so nice and when Rick started cheating he lost interest in all things homey and when I became so ill, it sort of went to pot so I have quite a bit of work ahead of me this summer. I'm actually looking forward to it.
Have a great day and I'll be back later!
See ya!
Meg
This morning I read Dear Abby and while I have nothing to poke fun at her about, I found today's issue amusing. Apparently, a young gay man wrote to say that he lived in Georgia and he found it difficult to be accepted into his community and church. I don't know what Abby said to him but today a bunch of people wrote to help Abby guide the young gay dude.
One of them told him to "run, not walk" to another church, perhaps Episcopalian, where he will be accepted with open arms. Then, another person wrote to say that he should leave South Georgia and come to Atlanta where there is a large gay community. That's quite true, I used to work at Emory, where they have domestic partnership benefits and every gay medical person in the Southeast works there. Another person wrote to tell the guy to "join the theatrical community" where many gays find a home in the accepting world of thespians. The last letter was a hoot, it was from the young man's grandparents who wrote to say that they love him and accept him no matter what.
I don't know why, but I found that amusing.
OK, and now for something completely different. My father is out of the hospital and his doctor said that they will be doing some outpatient testing to see what the problem was the other day. Sunday, he was quite ill and he got better over the next few days and they still aren't sure exactly what caused Sunday's incident. I don't want to go into the details out of respect for my father's privacy, but it was an awful few days until he came around. You never expect anything to happen to your own parents, especially so suddenly. Even being a nurse doesn't help when it's your own family that is ill. When they told me that my grandfather had inoperable lung cancer, it didn't hit me that he would die from it and when he did, I was blown away. I know that inoperable lung cancer is bad, but when it happened to someone that I loved, I didn't quite accept what it meant. I can look at people with all sorts of injuries and remain calm and reasonable enough to handle the situation, but when my own kids have been injured, even slightly, I'm as freaked as any other mother. Go figure.
Now that my father is home and about to undergo some testing, I'm much less frightened and ready to talk about ME again! I'm getting laid on a regular basis now and that's such a good thing. My energy level is much higher and I'm accomplishing a lot more. I'm ready to go back to work or at least to try. It seems as though after I do any type of work for a couple of hours, I have so much pain that I end up hunched over and whining. But, the doctor has been very generous with the pain medicine so I should be fine. Of course, nursing is my main talent but I'd love to try something different for a while. I'm going to look for something a bit less physically demanding and maybe even as lucrative. If I could find a job that pays as well as nursing, I would grab it in a heartbeat.
After all the help that my daughter has provided me over the past few months, I was finally able to help her and that made me feel very good. She was broke and I was able to send her some money to help her get through her little crisis. That made me feel so good because I've always been able to help her in the past and when I was in trouble she was great.
I'm so proud of her and the wonderful young woman that she has become that I am more than happy to help her out the few times that she asks. She wouldn't ask unless she was really in a bind. I had hoped to help her with her wedding soon but she is taking a break from the guy she's been seeing for years and I think I'm sadder about that than she is. I had thought that this one was going to be my son in law for sure. I like him and I hope that they work this out. But, if they don't, I'm sure that she'll be fine and that some very lucky man will find her soon enough.
Since my other ex's idiot wife throws a fit whenever one of my ex in-laws speaks to me, I can't say who it was or even hint as to who it was but the other day I was told that my ex mother in law is having a 75th birthday party and my ex's wife refuses to go because my daughter will be there.
The only thing that my daughter has done "wrong" is to have a relationship with her mother. My ex mother in law is a sweet woman who has never had a bad word to say about anyone and she won't be having a whole lot more birthdays so I think it's hideous that this childish wench is making her birthday party an occasion for derision and pettiness. If that isn't bad enough, the woman's oldest son won't go because the youngest son will be there. The woman who told me these things doesn't give a hoot about the nit wits, she just thinks it's sad that the birthday party will be overshadowed by a bunch of immature, selfish freaks that don't know how to put their own personal feelings aside and behave like adults.
My other ex's wife was about 16 or 17 when my (then) 33 year old ex married her close to 20 years ago. As immature as she was then, she's gotten much worse since. That's odd, usually people grow up sooner or later but this petty wench refuses to do so. I guess it's her drinking, people stop growing emotionally while they're addicted to any substance. They use drink or drugs to deal with their problems instead of using their own minds and therefore, they don't mature. A person who begins drinking at 15 and stops at 40, has the emotional maturity of a 15 year old when they stop drinking. Add to that the poor self esteem that one suffers as a result of being an alcoholic and you can end up with a miserable, mean person like this female. I just think that it's a shame that an elderly woman is hurt because of this nut. If she ever does grow up, she'll find that she has done some dreadful things that will make it tough for her to live with herself.
And, knowing my ex the way I do, he can't be very happy with his wife but I'm sure that he's just given up trying to reason with her. From what I hear, he still goes out all the time like he did when we were married so I imagine that he is finding solace elsewhere.
My boyfriend has sent me a few web sites of different bed and breakfasts down near Jeckle Island and St. Simon's. I told him that I thought they were rather pricey and that we could stay at a cheaper hotel further inland that would be good enough for me but he said that he wanted to take me someplace very nice and didn't mind spending the money. Must be nice. So, I'll read about the places that he sent me and choose one to go to. I can't wait to go, I'm so excited about this trip. They have a casino somewhere down there that I went to when I took my daughter down there for a few days and I look forward to going again. Biff loves to gamble so he'll enjoy that as well as the beautiful coast down there.
Well, my coffee is kicking in so I'm going to clean the house up and then go out and work some more in my yard. I'm determined to get that yard back in shape. I used to keep it so nice and when Rick started cheating he lost interest in all things homey and when I became so ill, it sort of went to pot so I have quite a bit of work ahead of me this summer. I'm actually looking forward to it.
Have a great day and I'll be back later!
See ya!
Meg
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