Posted on 10/08/2014 10:49:46 AM PDT by aardwolf46
not turkeys but ideas to remember.
I don’t think it’s polite to refer to your pets or children as “thingies,” so I won’t.
We’ll be happy to read the annotated version of your Thanksgiving, I’m sure! DP has gone to Best Buy to get a new photo printer. I’m going to get Kathleen out of bed in a few minutes.
Cleaning the Turkey in the Tux was all well and good until the Turkey decided to swallow the cufflinks.
Down the gullet and straight into the waste bucket.
It was not a pretty sight to behold.
As you say ,for the next turkey we will have to do it the old fashioned way, with the axe and block outside.
Thanks, Geron.
CFIDS took care of my future by making me quit the best job I ever had. It took me years to adjust, but I figured, once you hit the bottom, the only way to go is up. And so I began to climb. Slowly and painfully, and at one time, I was living in a place known for drugs, beatings and murders.
The New Year’s Eve I had to spend there was dangerous. Someone was shot just three doors from my room, and I’m sure it was over a drug deal. I moved into housing 10 days later, and my income was so low that I got food stamps and the county paid me $15 a month for utilities and didn’t charge me anything for rent.
Anything from that point on was an improvement, so I try not to be ungrateful for the many blessings that come my way. It would be disrespectful to God, Who has given me trials to strengthen my spirit. I appreciate that...
I have a fairly new photo printer from Freecycle.com. I just don’t have enough USB ports or space on my desk to keep it hooked up.
So I’m sure the ink is dry and will need to be replaced, but there is still plenty of paper.
When we lived in Alaska Territory, we had a tree stump in the yard that was the chopping block for many of our chickens on a Saturday.
What fun it was to watch them run around! My dad was so good at fetching Sunday dinner! LOL!
(I still want a turkey sandwich...)
I remember things like that. I had a sister who was lucky to get food stamps, as weird as that sounds. She got a room at the “Anchor Motel” in downtown Dallas, which is like the place you described.
She even had to sleep in shelters, where her stuff was stolen and she had a kid with her!
Photo-printing is not very important to me. Making copies is, though!
I resisted going to a shelter. My stuff was in storage, but I didn’t want to be beholden to a bunch of strangers who wanted what little I had.
So I moved into the Drug Hotel. (Real name: The Moulin Rouge.) It was actually the only place in Las Vegas that would allow blacks to stay overnight, when they were performing at the casinos. We’re talking ALL black performers or people of note. It was on “The ‘Side,” meaning West Las Vegas which is now a “depressed” neighborhood. It has since burned down to the ground.
Still, I was grateful for a room of my own with a bathroom, and a door that locked. It was on a busline, so that was a bonus, but I’m not good at begging.
I stayed there a little over four months, while I was waiting for my disability to be approved. THAT was an experience!
I need a printer/copier/scanner, so the photo printer is just a bonus. On the other hand, I have a pile of photos close to me that need to be scanned. And I feel like I’ve turned into buckshot...I don’t know where to concentrate my energies, first.
Some day, I will get started on it. I think I need to make a list and try to stick with it. How much of what I can do depends on whether I take my medication or not. The sad thing about all this is that it HAS to be done in order for both of my kids to benefit.
If my daughter is given the responsibility, my son will get nothing because she is selfish. If my son is given the responsibility, my daughter will have to wait until she is an old lady to get anything because my son’s wife seems to think I’m not as important as her dad.
So I need to be able to focus and spend time on what needs to be done. Only my meds will produce the desired result. If I go even a few days without all the meds, I go into a relapse and it takes 4-10 weeks to recover from it. So I panic.
wow
I can agree with you, now, but at the time, it was ugly. I had to go break quite a few $1 food stamp coupons to get enough money to buy laundry detergent and wash my clothes. I look back and think it wasn’t worth it to be so humiliated, but when I re-think it, it was part of my learning and growing process, and it didn’t kill me, so it was a Blessing in disguise!! :o])
I understand about being distracted. That reminds me, I need to send a card to Dad’s cousin. He has so few relatives left.
You need to see the Film “Chicken Run”.
Based on the Great Escape, but with Chickens.
Haggis hunting season will be upon us shortly...............
Manual digits, as opposed to the automatic ones that race all over on their own, leaving the rest of the body confused and terrified in the dust?
Not certain Darks ... Do wonder sometimes if is similar as Sinking Stone sung by Alison Krauss. Most times though the manual digits are only 1 and 0 of which have little to no knowledge. No knowledge is best most accurate answer from me. I know nothing ... of that am certain.
I saw “Chicken Run” when it first came out! I didn’t read the list of actors, so it was a shock, when I went to send the DVD back, that Mel Gibson was the voice of the “instigator!” LOL!
“Manual digits, as opposed to the automatic ones that race all over on their own, leaving the rest of the body confused and terrified in the dust?”
The Automatic digits ‘you’ are unable to remove from ‘your’ windpipe ,as they where attemping a takeover bid, because Windows crashed causing the hydraulics to lock solid.
I’ve met these Digits.
(Is there a third person “You” “Your”, ?)
G’Night.
Early shift tomorrow .
Sleep Well Moose.
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