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Went to the oncologist with my dad today. He needs chemo. He is 89 and has been living with prostate cancer for 19 years. It sucks, but the doc's description of what would happen without treatment sucks much more.

 
General Malaise said:
Sorry GB. :(

My mom's birthday is tomorrow.  Probably corny, but we're having a dinner/party for her tomorrow with a cake.  Oh, and scotch.  Woman loved her scotch.  
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I also love scotch.  In fact, I'll have a few tomorrow in her honor.

(Full disclosure:  I was going to do that anyway since work is sucking right now, but this way I can not feel like a complete alcoholic for doing it for....ummm.....let's say "several" days in a row now).

 
thops to all!  including me and especially my wife!  life is coming at us all, quite quickly!  our parents are aging, as are we.  make sure you all take a minute to appreciate yourselves, your family, and the little things that make life awesome.  or the big things!  

 
Otis said:
I'll happily invite any of you out to experience a piece of domesticated Otis life. You’ll Uber out to my house in Long Island. We’ll go out back and smoke cigars, drink beers/scotch/wine, talk about Shuke and Dodds, listen to some good slow jazz. I may lecture you about Thelonious Monk.  By the time you Uber back to your hotel in the city, you’ll be ready to drift off to the most peaceful of sleeps. No, it’s not as raucous as it used to be, but I can promise a good time and medium-to-good company.  Unless you’re single and looking for fun and wilding. I can no longer offer either. 
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This is the worst BackPage ad I’ve ever seen. 

 
5-ish Finkle said:
And when that's done you might get to see how many groceries Oats can stack in the bed of his truck.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

But a scarf is NEVER just a scarf.  Never.

When I read ish like this, it makes me feel less unsure that we didn't have kids.  The idea of getting bent out of shape over either of these things (and believe me, I get angry about the most absolutely inane bull#### in nanoseconds anymore) sounds exhausting.  No wonder you can't hit the record button on your iPhone at work after a Packers' win.  You've been sweating all that True MooTM waste.  #saveFurliss
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We didn’t have kids either. Primarily because of some genetic issues, but also because apparently if you get so mad you cook and eat your child they arrest you.  I say good call. 

 
My cousin died.  He was 44.  Heart failure.  Abused his body his whole life and ignored doctors.  Don't do that.  Don't let people do that.  Help people.

 
I grew up with him.  Played a lot of D&D, fishing, baseball.  Just hanging out.  I was scared to talk to him for the last few years because I didn't know what to say.  Now it doesn't matter.

 
I'm going to his condo tomorrow to help his parents and sister get his things in order.  That should be a blast.  This is the thread about nothing right?

 
He was back in rehab last week.  They said they wanted him to stay annother week because he had an elevated heart rate they wanted to check out.  He declined.  

Died two days later.  Heart was 60% blocked.

 
RedmondLonghorn said:
Been absent a lot lately. Not having the best of times. Still job hunting. Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my mom's passing. My dad has been in the hospital on two separate occasions over the last week. Tuesday is my oldest's 18th birthday but I haven't talked to him in almost two months because he won't return my calls or texts. Friday night was my 30th HS reunion, which was actually a lot of fun. Lots of bad music, that I love, and beers.

This concludes the depressed, look at me, ####posting. 
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Red, as someone who reached out to me once, just know that whenever you post stuff like that, anywhere, that people might have a different reaction than you think. Condolences about your mother, a figure whose role in my own life I can't personally imagine losing, and best to your father. Peace, man.  

 
Frostillicus said:
My cousin died.  He was 44.  Heart failure.  Abused his body his whole life and ignored doctors.  Don't do that.  Don't let people do that.  Help people.
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Sorry to hear, Frostillicus. We have to take care of each other or we have nothing. I agree with the bolded. My condolences about this, too.

Please be careful with your bodies. I'm the worst person to say it, but it's only a matter of time. Maybe more than sober Februaries are in order; maybe anything else is just officious, condescending, and overly emotional. I don't know. But we're getting to the age where this stuff is just killing us. Please find peace with yourselves.  

 
rockaction said:
Sorry to hear, Frostillicus. We have to take care of each other or we have nothing. I agree with the bolded. My condolences about this, too.

Please be careful with your bodies. I'm the worst person to say it, but it's only a matter of time. Maybe more than sober Februaries are in order; maybe anything else is just officious, condescending, and overly emotional. I don't know. But we're getting to the age where this stuff is just killing us. Please find peace with yourselves.  
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I agree that we should help people when we can. At the same time, it's incredibly difficult to help an addict and you can't force help if they don't want it. It's terrible to lose someone to addiction, but the hard truth is that in the vast majority of cases there wasn't anything that you can do that would have changed the outcome. 

I'm not saying that to sound fatalistic and harsh, rather just saying we can't blame ourselves when terrible stuff like this happens. We should all do our best to love and support others, and it's natural to feel guilty when someone you care about succumbs to drugs or alcohol, but we ultimately can't control others and their lives. 

 
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GroveDiesel said:
I agree that we should help people when we can. At the same time, it's incredibly difficult to help an addict and you can't force help if they don't want it. It's terrible to lose someone to addiction, but the hard truth is that in the vast majority of cases there wasn't anything that you can do that would have changed the outcome. 

I'm not saying that to sound fatalistic and harsh, rather just saying we can't blame ourselves when terrible stuff like this happens. We should all do our best to love and support others, and it's natural to feel guilty when someone you care about succumbs to drugs or alcohol, but we ultimately can't control others and their lives. 
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I agree with you man. That's sort of why I thought my sentiment might be overly emotional or officious. I was really just empathizing and hoping -- and not placing an impetus on anyone but ourselves to "[p]lease be careful with [our] bodies." I thought even saying it might sound too intervening, hence the qualification.

Best to you and yours and here's to everyone struggling or anyone who has lost a loved one along the way to this sort of stuff. It's multi-faceted and varied, but almost always a #####.   

 
DA RAIDERS said:
my dad's bday, is sunday.  he would have been 78.  he died 26 years ago.  my wife's dad, died 3 weeks ago. :cry:   all i want to do, is ease my wife's pain.  i hate the feeling of being useless.  i know, i know, time heals all wounds.  #### is still raw as all hell.  it's brutal.  
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The scotch helps. 

 
Since we over-breeded a little bit and don't exactly have a gargantuan table to seat everybody at the same time, we fed the kids first last night.  I read something my mom posted on FB a year or so ago which has meaning to me and I hope one day has meaning to my kids.  Then my dad asked if each grandkid would say one thing they remembered about their nonny and one thing she taught them.  There was a lot of awkward silence as you can imagine from a table of kids ranging in age from 15 to 3.

Finally, Coop spoke up and said he remembered a trip my parents took him and his brother on to Whistler a few years back.  Coop said he remembered a car that cut them off sharply without signaling and my mom - church elder, elementary school teacher that she was - rolled down her window, gave the guy the finger and loudly called him an "A##hole!".  She then turned around to my sons in the back seat and said "Boys, you get one of those a year".  That was his memory, and that was what nonny taught him.

I love that kid.

 
rockaction said:
Red, as someone who reached out to me once, just know that whenever you post stuff like that, anywhere, that people might have a different reaction than you think. Condolences about your mother, a figure whose role in my own life I can't personally imagine losing, and best to your father. Peace, man.  
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Thanks man.

 
Mr.Pack said:
If you're friends with him on Facebook, he's not in a good way right now and probably won't see this. Last I read he was homeless. Lost his job six months ago or so and him and his daughter were about to be homeless.

Pretty sad
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Oh ####.!  :(

I'm not a FB guy and haven't talked to him in a while... Didn't know any of this. Texting now.

 
Mr.Pack said:
If you're friends with him on Facebook, he's not in a good way right now and probably won't see this. Last I read he was homeless. Lost his job six months ago or so and him and his daughter were about to be homeless.

Pretty sad
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You sure it’s the same guy?  Seems to be posting pretty regularly 

 
Some kid just rang my doorbell and asked if he could mow my lawn.  In the few tens dozens hundreds (?) of houses I've had, this has never happened before.  I'm kind of giddy.

 
This is the third in a series of bits of good news (which I know we can all use):

1.  When we were choosing options with the builder they would have installed a fence on the sides for $6,000 (back fence was already included - what a deal), but I took a chance that perhaps my neighbors would want to split the cost instead.  When I moved in, the neighbor to the west was already in their house and approached me about splitting the cost on that side.  Score!  I got that half of the fence for $1200 instead.

Then I watched the house being built on the other side and was sure, based on the lower-end finishes they were putting in, that that neighbor wouldn't want to pay for a fence.  One day I was on a work call and walked into the kitchen and screamed as I looked out the back - there were guys putting up fenceposts!  Score x2!  I got that half of the fence for free!  I was giddy about this for two weeks.

2.  My street name changed during the building process but didn't get updated on maps, so wreaked havoc on the ability to get packages and most importantly to get a damn pizza delivered.  After I repeatedly reported this to Google maps as well as emailed with the postmaster a couple of times, last week I got a notice from Google that it had been fixed!  Score x3!

Now neighbor kid wants to do something neither Mr krista nor I wants to but is too simple a thing to hire a real lawn guy for.  Everything's coming up kristas!!

 
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krista4 said:
Then I watched the house being built on the other side and was sure, based on the lower-end finishes they were putting in, that that neighbor wouldn't want to pay for a fence.  One day I was on a work call and walked into the kitchen and screamed as I looked out the back - there were guys putting up fenceposts!  Score x2!  I got that half of the fence for free!  I was giddy about this for two weeks.
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Only went with the Viking Professional 5 Series and not the Tuscany Series, huh?  Plebes.

 
1 hour ago, krista4 said:
This is the third in a series of bits of good news (which I know we can all use):

1.  When we were choosing options with the builder they would have installed a fence on the sides for $6,000 (back fence was already included - what a deal), but I took a chance that perhaps my neighbors would want to split the cost instead.  When I moved in, the neighbor to the west was already in their house and approached me about splitting the cost on that side.  Score!  I got that half of the fence for $1200 instead.

Then I watched the house being built on the other side and was sure, based on the lower-end finishes they were putting in, that that neighbor wouldn't want to pay for a fence.  One day I was on a work call and walked into the kitchen and screamed as I looked out the back - there were guys putting up fenceposts!  Score x2!  I got that half of the fence for free!  I was giddy about this for two weeks.

2.  My street name changed during the building process but didn't get updated on maps, so wreaked havoc on the ability to get packages and most importantly to get a damn pizza delivered.  After I repeatedly reported this to Google maps as well as emailed with the postmaster a couple of times, last week I got a notice from Google that it had been fixed!  Score x3!





Now neighbor kid wants to do something neither Mr krista nor I wants to but is too simple a thing to hire a real lawn guy for.  Everything's coming up kristas!!
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I honestly thought this was going in a different direction.


 
One of the  things that stuck with me as kid, see, this time my aunt and mother were taking us to the mall.  I was maybe 6, my cousin, 7. We're in the back seat of my auntie's Thunderbird.  She' driving, 'm sitting right behind her. My cousin shows  me how cool it is to throw some #### out the window and watch it fly around. So I take a silver wrapper off a cig pack and float it out the window. My aunt turns around and slaps the #### out of me for littering.

***I've told this before too.  I bet this story has changed, slightly, but really made me think about ####.

 
St. Louis Bob said:
One of the  things that stuck with me as kid, see, this time my aunt and mother were taking us to the mall.  I was maybe 6, my cousin, 7. We're in the back seat of my auntie's Thunderbird.  She' driving, 'm sitting right behind her. My cousin shows  me how cool it is to throw some #### out the window and watch it fly around. So I take a silver wrapper off a cig pack and float it out the window. My aunt turns around and slaps the #### out of me for littering.

***I've told this before too.  I bet this story has changed, slightly, but really made me think about ####.
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I thought she was going to flick her cigarette ash out the window - and then it whipped back through the window and hit you in the eye.  

My dad had two different T-Birds and it happened more than once.  

 
krista4 said:
This is the third in a series of bits of good news (which I know we can all use):

Now neighbor kid wants to do something neither Mr krista nor I wants to
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Is it something Brett Kavanaugh might give a clever name, like The Bullwinkle?

"Hey Rocky! Watch me pull my...

... nothing up my sleeve!!"

 
General Malaise said:
Since we over-breeded a little bit and don't exactly have a gargantuan table to seat everybody at the same time, we fed the kids first last night.  I read something my mom posted on FB a year or so ago which has meaning to me and I hope one day has meaning to my kids.  Then my dad asked if each grandkid would say one thing they remembered about their nonny and one thing she taught them.  There was a lot of awkward silence as you can imagine from a table of kids ranging in age from 15 to 3.

Finally, Coop spoke up and said he remembered a trip my parents took him and his brother on to Whistler a few years back.  Coop said he remembered a car that cut them off sharply without signaling and my mom - church elder, elementary school teacher that she was - rolled down her window, gave the guy the finger and loudly called him an "A##hole!".  She then turned around to my sons in the back seat and said "Boys, you get one of those a year".  That was his memory, and that was what nonny taught him.

I love that kid.
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Memories.

Brad Reyes‏ @MeanMrMode 6m6 minutes ago

Video Store Clerk: Why were these tapes late?

My Mom: Who the #### do you think you are? My parent? Just tell me the fine and I'll pay it.

God, I miss my Mom.

 
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