Fuzzy's Romp Room

Veggy it looks like maybe there was no wifi. I hope you still had some good time passers with you. My DD and DGD who was a baby came with me most often and that really made the time fly by.    

As I recall the SE's weren't so bad the first round, I hope that is true for you too.   

I hope your pockets didn't rip pout with so many of us crammed in there! 

Hugs Ginger

Veggy - ((((HUGS Sweetie))))  Nesting is good! Your parents will stand in for you. I'm sure your uncle knew he was loved and that's what matters. Stay warm and cozy.

Awwwww veggy.i missed the pocket party but you are always onmy mind.

I'm here...just holla..ill hear you calling andillberight there

Yeah I in pa....stayin for a while.

Don't even want Togo home

Wanna be away from all the devastation.

My leg.finallygotheat today..

Nah ill stay right here....maybe veggy needs me....

Hugggs grannydukes

Yesterday was one big OUCH! Bone and muscle pain drove me crazy. Somehow I managed to sleep. The oncologist called she said it was the zometa. I get that once a month.

Today i am going to try to get out of here. Maybe I'll just go for a short ride.

Hugs!

Fuzzy I am really sorry you are having so much to deal with. I hope you are back out f your cave and finding all the support that is here for you.   You FIL, what the h, seriously. 

The man must be clueless. 

I just had a thought, sometimes your homeowners insurance covers your possesions even when they aren't at you house. Maybe your DH tools are covered that way? 

Hugs Ginger

I am struggling to stay . . . well, just to stay, you know, in life. Ugh. Apparently my feelings about the cancer and about what my job did to me that caused me to retire and the financial difficulties I've been having have been sort of under control but still really raw and near the surface. So then the house damage from the storm threw me into a tailspin. I started to recover and then this guy started courting me but all he does is whine about his shit and I became very irritable about that. Then my car got broken into today. I was finally going to get to the gym, but when I got into the car, I saw that it had been broken into and stuff stolen. So I called the police and tried to keep my head in the "going to the gym" place. Then a girl from the community association called to tell me about some code breaker thing people can buy from China and use to intercept your remote lock. But that wasn't the worst. She tells me about how the leaders of the community association seem to have something against me, but I can't say anything to them about it because it will mess up her relationship with them. So, I'm thinking, why are you telling me this? It is only upsetting me. So I didn't get to the gym. I took 2 xanax and went to bed. I got up and ate some comfort food and came back to bed, took 2 more xanax, and wish to hell I would fall asleep.

I'm going to try to do better tomorrow. I have school in the morning. After school I'm going to Panera's and getting whatever the hell I want. Then I'm going to the gym. If I do NOT go to the gym to work out, I will quit the gym. I haven't been in months and months. I played my Wii Sports stuff yesterday and had fun doing it so if I don't want to go to the gym I just won't worry about it. I'll quit there and work out at home.

I'm thinking people aren't really worth being around anyway. God is really putting me through some hell these days. No friends checking on me by phone, email, or facebook. I think my one goddaughter either left facebook or unfriended me. The last I talked to her was around May when I helped her buy they bicycle she wanted. Neither she nor the other goddaughter have thanked me. These girls are old enough to know better. They are over 21 now. Their mother hasn't even had any contact with me -- except a short reply when I send her an email. (She is in alcoholic "recovery.")

OK. So we can conclude that either I am a bad, unloveable person, or God is screwing with my life big time.

I am not having fun. Know what I mean? 

Dunes listen to PTD she gave you really good advise sweetie.

FUzzy

DUNE and FUZZ, I do NOT understand how come people in our lives can get things so screwed up!  Unbelievable.  I am sorry these people close to you are obviously and overly confused.  But do remember while this wierd shit hurts, we are still the good people.  Yup.  We are perfectly capable of dealing with goof-up gooney people and such all the time.  Dune, are you saying your friend said she wanted your illustration and then she jumped ship?  WHat is it a picture of?  I hope it's not too expensive because I WANT IT.  I buy art all the time.  I had to sell a piece one time to pay the mortgage, so investment-wise, it's a good thing.  Besides, I would be honored to have something of yours, cuz Dune, you is some kinda okay kid.  Fuzzola, I think you and me should hide our Bibles and go beat up those numbskulls who have no senses whatsoever and are in need of perhaps sone form of electrocution.  SMILE.  One more thing, I had to go out and do 50 million things this morning, I was on my last stop, the post office, and this girl had the absolute CUTEST little mini-dogs, and I was so busy talking to her and her dogs that AGAIN I fell down in the dirt and flowers on the steps there.  SIGH.  And while they did a CT scan that had NED, the idiots didn't do my brain, which is where cancer can go, and one of the signs of losing thy mind is... yup, falling down.  But I think I was doing that before.  I keep trying to remember.  i need a bubble thing where I zip it up and bounce off stuff, and I'll go to the Mini ER place get blk & white X-ray of head. Love, Gail 

Dune, Sincerely hope it gets better for you soon. Consider yourself hugged.

You know, I don't know why it was cancer stopped bothering me, other than feeling rather tired and not my best every day.  But since I got disabled, even being off work didn't help.  I still had depression as the dominate part of my days.  I didn't understand it.  I knew I was getting out of it, but wasn't all the way out.  I actually think cancer and the curing it pulled me through.  Something about facing death, so close it made me sad, for I do love my life.  I began to notice all the beauty around me.  But maybe it was my family that I realized was the most importnt thing I had.   I thought if I were to die, how awful it would be for them.  I thought losing my life in this world would be just awful, too.  Funny how we take for granted so many things.  And then getting the right medicine was very important for me too.  You live a life bothered by all kinds of struggle, people who it seems their purpose is to screw up someone else's, all that dumb work drama when I just wanted to do my job, taking some family disagreeance a little too hard, physical abnormalities that dig at you all day long... my back getting tore up in that wreck, and various mistakes I've made.  So, I get the right stuff, and the constant knife in my back and piano on my feet finally goes away.  And of course appreciating family (the good ones... hahaha), and gosh my love for having another day to live and enjoy its endless beauty.    I used to ride horses, how blessed was I.  Such a giant yet gentle creature, so beautiful to look at, caring for him head to tail!  Feeling sensitive to the star shine, as much as I do about the story Sassy told us about the mother whose two young children were swept away in that NE storm.  My worst days are when I have to do "work," which now instead of pushing a time clock is going to the stoooopid grocery store!  But the relief when I get home almost makes it worth it.  I just know I got set free, and I want so much to spread it around.  All the hurt and pain we have right now is from cancer and the lousy treatments.  And the strange feelings that come with it.  I know now why monks go way up in the hinterlands to be alone, and someone rings those great big bells and they just sit there and listen to every last tone to the very end, taking in the view.  I do dearly love music, hearing it, playing it, and yes listening to a great big long bass-sounding hanging rod that just takes me away.  We all need to be taken away now and then.  It is important to rest when we just cannot take the struggle of life anymore.  We all have our little ways.  Nice hot bath, candles and incense, "new age" instrumental music, a good read, a new tea with a special delicate cup, and of course the soft fur of our pets or the loving feel of our spouse's face against ours.  And we also need a way to get the madness out.  I've thought of taking "drumming classes" and learning to play bongos or those bigger ones that up bang with a soft ball on the end (in summer every Friday they have drumming "shows"), and then martial arts is always a good thing.  AndI like to yell at the TV set.  No harm done.  Just senseless anger about a lot of nonsense.  Smile. Peace to you all.  And may you find the perfect soft little stuffed animal to hang onto for a nap.  GG 

GG - Your comment on the zip up bubble made me laugh. At work I swear they are saving all the bubble wrap from shipments we receive and one day I am going to come in to work and they are going to swath me in it from head to toe. I fell on Fri. July 13 (real bad luck day) and broke my elbow and tore rotator cuff. 2 weeks after the surgery for my elbow, I walked across the floor and ended up in a face plant on the floor (left lipstick smudge on floor). Luckily only ended up with fat lip from hitting my tooth on it. This was the 4th or 5th fall I have had in the past few years. 1 fall actually caused an implant leak (I have saline ones) and had to have it replaced. At least so far they haven't leaked with the latest fall episodes. I did get a cane rx from the ortho while I have had my arm disabled for the past 4 months and it has definitely saved me from a few more stumbles. I am afraid to get a head CT - it will probably show I am crazy for sure - LOL!

Dune - sending you hugs and hope things get better for you soon. I love my xanax - only thing that lets me sleep at night. Take and anti-depressant/anxiety during the day and xanax at night. (Better living through chemicals is my current moto).

Busy week this week as my "hoarder" Mother is moving to a senior residence from a 3BR house. With aid of an organizer, SIL, friends and 2 strong guys they have been moving crap out of her home and I know she has too much stuff earmarked for her new 1BR with den residence. So thankful for all who have helped her clean out her home as I could not do anything between working, no use of right arm, physical therapy, and ill husband. At least she will only be 5 minutes from me instead of an hour away. She also falls  and I was so scared of her hurting herself by tripping on all the crap in her home. I will have a 4 day weekend this week so can help her get settled in her new place.

Sorry about the ramble but needed to get it out.

Happy week to everyone.

for you fuzzy

Just read 5 pages and I am so bad to be up so late.  But had to stop in.  I will try to give myself 5 min a day to stop instead of 2 hrs every two weeks.  It is not working. Such lovely stories and thoughts. 

Dunes - the computer does hug, just smush your face up there and think of us.

Fuzzy, thanks for the arm around the shoulder. 

Me - I got better when I took a break.  The raspberry stuff is doing me a world of good, I am thrilled it is working. With this in my nodes too, and after what the docs did, I had felt myself giving up.  Am working strong.  Have to get to bed.  Always do this the first night Hubby is on midnights, work too late then play and make it worse. 

Remeber the Kent State pic of a flower in the soldier's gun?  Today we were driving by a cemetery and a bird was sitting in the end of the cannon (yes, in a cemetery) I got the pic. Will post it someday, when I can remember how to get those pics out again.

Love to all.

LOVEEssa