Posted on 09/16/2005 4:55:51 AM PDT by Chairman_December_19th_Society
I thought she said her and the girlfriend were going to make a day of celebrating.
Oh yea...right...just like she owns that Brooklyn Bridge that she has put up for sale...lol
After searching your posts, I found this....
Today is my soldier boy's birthday. We will celebrate in his honor with a cook-out for family & friends, and hope that he will be able to call this evening so we can all wish him happy birthday.
Ev
Happy birthday!!...
Lysie, it is time to send out that cute little cop graphic who is beating his baton in his hand. Mozie, you're overdue. Did you like the riding so well that you're now on a cattle drive?
Thanks for digging up her back post, lysie. That explains where she is. It's good to know she isn't laying along the side of the road somewhere whimpering.
Do you keep a journal about daily happenings and things he might like to know? When he is older, he might like to know that his grandmother always thought of him.
Well, I just had the most romantic Anniversary Dinner.
Mr IG comes in the door and says "Do you want to go to town for supper?", at 7:45
I said, "They close at 8:00". But I had a menu taped on the wall by the phone, so I called and ordered our food. He washed his hands and put on a clean shirt. I grabbed a hooded sweatshirt and pulled it over my head and away we went.
I am alone now. He went back to the field to combine a few more rounds.
LOL!
Well, Mr. Marple has moments like that. When I get grumpy, I remember that when I was in labor and about to eliver, and it was shift change and their were no doctors or nurses around, he put me on the gurney and wheeled me to the delivery room, shouting for someone to come help me. By gollly, working in coal mines gave him the voice to get results! People came out of nowhere to help me, including a doctor who delivered my daughter in coat, tie, and gloves! LOL!
I have adjusted,...I think, and do send my love to Paul...often...
I really do enjoy your posts.
Bev is my surrogate mil and your grandkids, if you don't mind, are my surrogate grandkids.
You, two, make me smile and treasure MY similarities at home.
I understand what you've just said, lysie.
But your earlier post did give me pause, to consider how my posts might be effecting others. Not everyone would accept all this GC talk as just reporting the day's activities. Some could be viewing them as bragging about the nearness of the gc or simply the mere fact that the gc exist.
Definitely something to think about.
Okay, cat lovers, here's what your cat thinks about creation:
Feline Genesis
On the first day, God created the cat.
On the second day, God created man to serve the cat.
On the third day, God created all the animals of the earth to serve as potential food for the cat.
On the fourth day, God created honest toil so that man could labor for the good of the cat.
On the fifth day, God created the sparkle ball so that the cat might or might not play with it.
On the sixth day, God created veterinary science to keep the cat healthy and the man broke.
On the seventh day, God tried to rest, but He had to scoop the litter box.
You want to talk about deliveries..LOL
When Sarah was ready, I happen to be in a room that was next to a glass window where one of a Greg's coworkers wife was. He spent most of the time in the other room...chatting and having a grand old time. In fact, I think they even went to a nearby barto celebrate with ONE drink. ;-)
When it came time.....by the time.. he had to scrub up, put a gown on...he almost missed the whole event.
But, know what? He adores her..now!!
I love children....mine or others...please don't pause...please.
Seems as though that is it in a nutshell... except what was forgotten was the purring , snuggling and cleaning their human's face with their sandpaper tongue. :-)
And when I get grumpy I remember that when I had my fusion and could not lift my arms without excrutiating pain, and I had not been allowed solid food for 2 days to allow my throad to heal without irritation THEY brought a tray into my room with plain cherry jello and chocolate pudding. I couldn't get the jello to stay on my spoon because my arm shook so bad, consequently the jello spilled all over my bedding, and down the front of my hospital gown, some even got inside that turtle shell thing they had around my neck.
When he arrived and found me is such a mess, he first went to the cafeteria and purchased a whole bunch more pudding and jello, then patiently fed it to me. All of this without anyone ever checking in on me.
When he'd finished feeding me he went to the nurses station and raised so much Hell that 4 nurses came to clean me up and change my bedding.
The next morning he was there at 5:00 am to feed me (and to be sure he didn't miss the Dr.). When the Dr came in he started raising hell again, because I wasn't getting the care I should have had.
This is the only time in my life he has ever felt the need to protect me. I guess I was pretty defenseless at that time. My kids still LAUGH about all this, because they can't believe I wasn't the one raising caine.
Men! We are generally much more lowkey, like you have described, about our anniversaries too. But the 25th seemed to spark something in my husband.
I'm happy to report that the man who lives in our neighborhood who was born in New Orleans and lived there for years and is a staunch Democrat took me aside, and so did his wife, and told me they thought that Bush's speech last night was the best he's ever given. There is hope for some leftists.
Greta is back on Aruba. Zzzzz.
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