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Paul Bunyan's cousin and good friend of John HenryYou didn't know Johnny Appleseed was real?
Paul Bunyan's cousin and good friend of John HenryYou didn't know Johnny Appleseed was real?
I'll begrudgingly give you John Henry just because of the enormity of the exaggerations likely in the story.Paul Bunyan's cousin and good friend of John Henry
Someone may or may not have already sent a gigaton of pronographic materials to said email address.Neat work email there too GB
Thought we were in the trust tree here. Damn it! (Can we say that?)Someone may or may not have already sent a gigaton of pronographic materials to said email address.
Secret's safe with me, brochaco. (Although I did briefly consider emailing a bunch of corndog related nonsense, but then I got lazy).Thought we were in the trust tree here. Damn it! (Can we say that?)
I'm really sorry to hear this. Your mom and your family have my best wishes. Just relish the time you have left.My mom got "well" enough to come home from the hospice yesterday. Which means she is now on home hospice care.
We don't know if she has weeks or months left. It sucks to even type this, but at this point I am just hoping whenever she goes she doesn't suffer too much.
At least she is pretty lucid (though gets a little sleepy and loopy from the pain meds now and again) and says she is very much at peace with her predicament. She is more worried about my dad and my relationship with my kids than she is with her impending death.
She does have a bit of a short term memory issue right now, again probably due to being hopped up on vicodin so much of the time. She couldn't remember how many times I had seen her in the past several days, but she was recounting in all sorts of detailed anecdotes about John McCain's parents. Apparently everybody who was anybody in Navy and Marine Corps circles during the earlier part of the 20th century knew each others' business backward and forward.
This RL, sorry you continue to have to deal with ####ty life stuff.I'm really sorry to hear this. Your mom and your family have my best wishes. Just relish the time you have left.
Good luck, mayne.My mom got "well" enough to come home from the hospice yesterday. Which means she is now on home hospice care.
We don't know if she has weeks or months left. It sucks to even type this, but at this point I am just hoping whenever she goes she doesn't suffer too much.
At least she is pretty lucid (though gets a little sleepy and loopy from the pain meds now and again) and says she is very much at peace with her predicament. She is more worried about my dad and my relationship with my kids than she is with her impending death.
She does have a bit of a short term memory issue right now, again probably due to being hopped up on vicodin so much of the time. She couldn't remember how many times I had seen her in the past several days, but she was recounting in all sorts of detailed anecdotes about John McCain's parents. Apparently everybody who was anybody in Navy and Marine Corps circles during the earlier part of the 20th century knew each others' business backward and forward.
Started shopping for houses today. Very exciting since I lost my house and all of my money in the divorce 6 years ago and have been renting ever since. I assume Krista buysme a giftmy new house as her next one at some point.
Good luck, mayne.
ETA: good lord. Autocorrect changed "mayne" to "maybe".
"Sorry about your mom...maybe."
you already know this but spend as much time with her as you can recalling all those old storiesRedmondLonghorn said:Thanks guys. I am sure I will be wrecked when my mom passes, but right now I am doing okay. I have had several really nice visits with her recently.
Assuming she doesn't fade really quickly we are going to start going through her father's foot locker soon. Her dad was a Marine who was a legitimate war hero in at least three conflicts. She has all of his old correspondence and journals. I am certain it is an absolute treasure trove of history. He was killed in Okinawa about a month before the war ended and was the highest ranking Marine to die in WWII.
Years ago I thought I would eventually write a book about him. I don't know if that will happen now (I doubt it), but it would probably bring my mom a lot of pleasure to share her memories with me and it is something I would love to do for and with her.
seems mean
Really? His hangdown is almost touching the bottom of the bowl.seems mean
Seems unrealistic.Really? His hangdown is almost touching the bottom of the bowl.
Well, it usually starts like this....Are outsiders allowed to participate in this thread? How do you catch up on 1500 pages?
Actually actually trueWell, it usually starts like this....
1. Canteloupe; yes or no?
2. If you answered "yes" to #1, get out.
1. (optional) search the archive for the dead 5000+ page thread. page 1 has an index of the best stories. read those.Are outsiders allowed to participate in this thread? How do you catch up on 1500 pages?
Can't say I've had canteloupe before.Well, it usually starts like this....
1. Canteloupe; yes or no?
2. If you answered "yes" to #1, get out.
How old is she? Mine's 90. Watching her go is pretty painful. Long, slow, inevitable decline, while we wait with no hope but minimal pain for her. She met my Navy Dad at the end of w2 in OaklandRedmondLonghorn said:My mom got "well" enough to come home from the hospice yesterday. Which means she is now on home hospice care.
We don't know if she has weeks or months left. It sucks to even type this, but at this point I am just hoping whenever she goes she doesn't suffer too much.
At least she is pretty lucid (though gets a little sleepy and loopy from the pain meds now and again) and says she is very much at peace with her predicament. She is more worried about my dad and my relationship with my kids than she is with her impending death.
She does have a bit of a short term memory issue right now, again probably due to being hopped up on vicodin so much of the time. She couldn't remember how many times I had seen her in the past several days, but she was recounting in all sorts of detailed anecdotes about John McCain's parents. Apparently everybody who was anybody in Navy and Marine Corps circles during the earlier part of the 20th century knew each others' business backward and forward.
Certain people have certain specialties.
K4: purchasing houses; naan; birthdays; cavernous ######
GM: netflix; food; procreation
BobbySac: occasional updates
Tre: nothing
Frostillicious: see Tre
Shuke: food; Cincinatti; gout; PM's
El Floppo: scarves
Redmond Longhorn: frustrations in parenting; spending money on houses
Proninja: bicycles; brain surgery
Henry: law; sarcasm
Homer: teenagers; sobriety; living vicariously through others
Pickles: Iowa
Mr. Furley: not posting videos
Uruk Hai: insomnia; sleeping with spies
Rude: keeping us from being banned
Tanner: jeopardy; central california; boneless chicken wings
The rest of us are just drunk.
Also there is mucho deatho.Certain people have certain specialties.
K4: purchasing houses; naan; birthdays; cavernous ######
GM: netflix; food; procreation
BobbySac: occasional updates
Tre: nothing
Frostillicious: see Tre
Shuke: food; Cincinatti; gout; PM's
El Floppo: scarves
Redmond Longhorn: frustrations in parenting; spending money on houses
Proninja: bicycles; brain surgery
Henry: law; sarcasm
Homer: teenagers; sobriety; living vicariously through others
Pickles: Iowa
Mr. Furley: not posting videos
Uruk Hai: insomnia; sleeping with spies
Rude: keeping us from being banned
Tanner: jeopardy; central california; boneless chicken wings
The rest of us are just drunk.
Drunk fits you, man. I actually had you, Kevzilla, Stryker and me specifically in mind.
I wish. Haven't had a decent scotch in months.Certain people have certain specialties.
K4: purchasing houses; naan; birthdays; cavernous ######
GM: netflix; food; procreation
BobbySac: occasional updates
Tre: nothing
Frostillicious: see Tre
Shuke: food; Cincinatti; gout; PM's
El Floppo: scarves
Redmond Longhorn: frustrations in parenting; spending money on houses
Proninja: bicycles; brain surgery
Henry: law; sarcasm
Homer: teenagers; sobriety; living vicariously through others
Pickles: Iowa
Mr. Furley: not posting videos
Uruk Hai: insomnia; sleeping with spies
Rude: keeping us from being banned
Tanner: jeopardy; central california;bonelesschickenwingstenders
The rest of us are just drunk.
If she's like any dancer I have ever met, then recreational drugs should do the trick....though I suppose that could be viewed as a birthday present.Currently killing a 6 pack of Ballast Point watermelon IPA and trying to figure out a way to get the stripper to spend the weekend without having to buy her a birthday present.
normally that would work, but remember she recently got out of rehab. she wants goods.If she's like any dancer I have ever met, then recreational drugs should do the trick....though I suppose that could be viewed as a birthday present.
This.I hate clowns so much, man. Your avatar freaks me out.
Drunk fits you, man. I actually had you, Kevzilla, Stryker and me specifically in mind.
My mom is 86, dad is almost 88.How old is she? Mine's 90. Watching her go is pretty painful. Long, slow, inevitable decline, while we wait with no hope but minimal pain for her. She met my Navy Dad at the end of w2 in Oakland
I'd live in a shack of ketchup covered hotdogs, with ranch dressing laden pizza shingles to wake up and look down the shore in the 2nd pic.So far, this house is the one I'm thinking of buying. Access to the private boat launch is huge. That's right where I fish salmon.
What do you think?
My dad just turned 88 (the same age his dad died) and my mom is 84. They live by themselves. He's deaf and she's blind. He still drives. When he was 74 he got run over by a truck and broke almost every bone on the right side of his body and bruised his heart. Coded on the operating table twice, and then once again in his hospital bed. Took him a year and a half to be able to walk again. I never had a good relationship with them, but I make sure they see my daughter a few times a year. She's visiting them right now. I wish things were different, but they were pretty ####ty, abusive parents. I try not to hold it against them and to maintain a decent relationship. It's very difficult.My mom is 86, dad is almost 88.
There's no view of that from the house. It's a private beach that you have access to if you live in that community. Same with the boat launch and the community building they show.I'd live in a shack of ketchup covered hotdogs, with ranch dressing laden pizza shingles to wake up and look down the shore in the 2nd pic.
My mom tells a story about how they met when my dad was in the army before he shipped out to the korean war. she says that they met at a bus stop when they were both on the way to a USO dance. my dad has never told her, but he was really on the way to a poker game, saw this hot brunette at a bus stop, talked her up and went to the dance with her. some of us kids know, but we all kept it quiet because why ruin the romantic story for her. props to dad.How old is she? Mine's 90. Watching her go is pretty painful. Long, slow, inevitable decline, while we wait with no hope but minimal pain for her. She met my Navy Dad at the end of w2 in Oakland