I just read the following:
LOS ANGELES, March 10 /PRNewswire/ -- SHOWTIME has renewed the critically- acclaimed, groundbreaking lesbian drama THE L WORD(R) for a sixth and final season, it was announced today by Robert Greenblatt, SHOWTIME's President of Entertainment. One of the network's longest running series, THE L WORD(R) will culminate early next year in eight final episodes, marking the end of an era chronicling the lives of these iconic characters who have played a pivotal role in changing cultural perceptions of lesbians and the transgender community on and off screen. Production will resume in early summer.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ARE ENDING THE SHOW. ::THUD::
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Time for a funny
The next time someone asks you a dumb question wouldn't you like to respond like this...
Yesterday, I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Athena the wonder dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had... an elephant?
So since I had little else to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again although, I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time. On the bright side though, I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard! WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore.
Yesterday, I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Athena the wonder dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had... an elephant?
So since I had little else to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again although, I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time. On the bright side though, I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard! WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The Time Has Come
...the Walrus said,To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
I can't get that verse out of my head. I have finally completed every one of my insurance companies requirements for the Gastric Bypass surgery and meet with the surgeon today. I am so nervous. I don't know why. It isn't like everything I've been doing these past 11 months wasn't going to bring me to this moment. Still, I am nervous. I know everything there is to know about this procedure good and bad and I really think it is the way for me to go. So why am I so frickin nervous??????? Well, I now have twentynine minutes before I have to leave. Guess I'll head back to the bathroom and try to figure that out.
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
I can't get that verse out of my head. I have finally completed every one of my insurance companies requirements for the Gastric Bypass surgery and meet with the surgeon today. I am so nervous. I don't know why. It isn't like everything I've been doing these past 11 months wasn't going to bring me to this moment. Still, I am nervous. I know everything there is to know about this procedure good and bad and I really think it is the way for me to go. So why am I so frickin nervous??????? Well, I now have twentynine minutes before I have to leave. Guess I'll head back to the bathroom and try to figure that out.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
ROLAND SETH GIDDENS SR
86 passed away Friday, January 25, 2008. He was preceded in death by his brother Charles Giddens. He is survived by his wife of 54 years. Children, Darlene S. House (Lorissa Pfaff), David R. Giddens (Robin); grandsons, Daniel (Joyce), Dane, and Justin Giddens; a great grandson, Jullian Seth Giddens; one brother and one sister. From his first marraige, one son Roland Jr (Sherry) two grandsons, Ryan and Jason Giddens and two great grandaughters. During WWII, Mr. Giddens served in the US Navy at Pearl Harbour during the attack. He later owned and operated Roland’s Grocery and Giddens Wholesale. The family will receive friends, Monday, January 28, 2008 from 6pm-8pm at Garden of Memories Funeral Home, 4207 E. Lake Ave., Tampa. Graveside services will be Tuesday at 11am at Garden of Memories Cemetery.
Friday, January 25, 2008
He's gone
My father passed away at 9:12 this morning. We had told my mother that we would drive her out there this morning rather than her step son picking her up as he had done yesterday. I wanted her to be able to spend some time alone with him without everyone being in there. We were held up by a train on the way. When we arrived, Lori helped my mother into the wheel chair and pushed her inside as I went to park the car. When I came in, I saw them and it looked like they were waiting for me. Lori looked at me as if to call me over. I told her I had to sign in. She said this woman would like to speak to you. I stopped and walked toward her. I could tell it was not good by the look on her face but, other than that I didn't have a lot of time to give it a lot of deep thought other than whatever she was going to tell me, I didn't want her to do near my mother. I motioned for her to follow me and we walked a good five feet away. She said that she had tried to call me but I wasn't home, etc., She said that he passed away a few minutes ago. At that point, as the woman was trying to tell me more, Lori said, "She heard you." The woman immediately started to apologize but by then I was already with her and Lori. I told her I was sorry and after a few seconds she said she wanted to see him. She told me later that she had pushed the button on her watch that tells her the time when she heard the woman and it was 9:14. If the train hadn't stopped us we would have been there. I think it was a godsend we weren't. For her it would have been so much worse. I am sure my father would not have wanted her to be in that space at that moment.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
THE STRESS CONTINUES
Father in a VA run nursing home.... Mother went out on the 16th with a large sheet cake to celebrate his 86th birthday and found out he wasn't feeling well. Whatever that meant at the time. He wasn't eating and they said he wouldn't take any of his medicines. Of course he didn't touch his birthday cake so she came home with half of it even after giving everyone in the dining room there and the staff some. The test results had come back and it showed a kidney infection. Everyone felt like the antibiotics on an empty stomach may be making him feel nauseous and that is why he didn't want to eat. Still everyone was trying.
On Saturday, we took my Grandson to visit him. He had never seen the baby since he has had colds, etc. off and on since the boy was born. Didn't want him to pass anything onto the baby or have the baby pass anything on to him. So this was their first meeting. He touched him and opened his eyes but, gave no real signs of communication. He can't speak due to a stroke a number of years ago that left him paralyzed on his entire left side which is why he is in the home. We stayed about forty minutes but, it was hard since he looked tired and kept his eyes closed. The guy in the room with him kept staring at him and hollering that if we didn't get him to eat he was going to die! Finally, I asked him if he would like some help out into the hallway and I pulled him and his wheelchair out into the hall where he continued to holler that. Finally a nurse came and said, get him away from there. The family is in there trying to visit. After that it was quiet.
Monday came and he still wouldn't take his medicines. According to my mother, he takes the antibiotic but not the normal meds he needs. I find the later hard to believe. If he won't take his usual meds, why would he take the antibiotic? She gets things confused.
They finally moved my father out of that room yesterday and into a private one. Hospice of course is in there twenty-four hours now.
Jump forward.
My brother just called. He spoke with the nurse who said that he very tired, exhibiting the shortness of breath and is also running a temperature now. They said he was hanging in there but, they don't give him a week. Of course, mother knows none of this part. They have been married right at 56 years. She is only living for him. She was given six months to live and she has survived six years going on seven in March. As my brother pointed out, "Darlene, it's going to be bad."
No sh!t.
On Saturday, we took my Grandson to visit him. He had never seen the baby since he has had colds, etc. off and on since the boy was born. Didn't want him to pass anything onto the baby or have the baby pass anything on to him. So this was their first meeting. He touched him and opened his eyes but, gave no real signs of communication. He can't speak due to a stroke a number of years ago that left him paralyzed on his entire left side which is why he is in the home. We stayed about forty minutes but, it was hard since he looked tired and kept his eyes closed. The guy in the room with him kept staring at him and hollering that if we didn't get him to eat he was going to die! Finally, I asked him if he would like some help out into the hallway and I pulled him and his wheelchair out into the hall where he continued to holler that. Finally a nurse came and said, get him away from there. The family is in there trying to visit. After that it was quiet.
Monday came and he still wouldn't take his medicines. According to my mother, he takes the antibiotic but not the normal meds he needs. I find the later hard to believe. If he won't take his usual meds, why would he take the antibiotic? She gets things confused.
They finally moved my father out of that room yesterday and into a private one. Hospice of course is in there twenty-four hours now.
Jump forward.
My brother just called. He spoke with the nurse who said that he very tired, exhibiting the shortness of breath and is also running a temperature now. They said he was hanging in there but, they don't give him a week. Of course, mother knows none of this part. They have been married right at 56 years. She is only living for him. She was given six months to live and she has survived six years going on seven in March. As my brother pointed out, "Darlene, it's going to be bad."
No sh!t.
I've been tagged
The rules of this meme are:
Link to the person that tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
1. When I was a child, I hated Mayonaise and would always choose Mustard. In my early adult years, I found out, my mother wasn't using Mayo but some sort of cheap salad dressing all those years. I then tried Mayo, liked it and started it from then on. Now I am being told to go to mustard because Mayo isn't good for you. Go figure.
2. I really hate chain letters. Enough so that I send them to the PostMaster at the main postoffice so they can try to track down the guilty party and prosecute. Now that is hate, isn't it? LOL
3. I hate staying up till 2:30 every morning because my partner can't come in from work and just go to bed. I feel like I'm the one on a night shift.
4. I love sushi! Not those stupid rice roll things but, the raw Salmon and Tuna. I could eat that everyday.
5. I will be 51 this year and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
6. I am a wee bit scared about having the gastric bypass. Okay, I'm a lot scared. I'd hate to die on the table and be this size for eternity. Total bummer.
I am going to tag... let's see whose blogs do I read that haven't been tagged already.... I have slim pickins here...kind of like my links on the L word chart.
Link to the person that tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
1. When I was a child, I hated Mayonaise and would always choose Mustard. In my early adult years, I found out, my mother wasn't using Mayo but some sort of cheap salad dressing all those years. I then tried Mayo, liked it and started it from then on. Now I am being told to go to mustard because Mayo isn't good for you. Go figure.
2. I really hate chain letters. Enough so that I send them to the PostMaster at the main postoffice so they can try to track down the guilty party and prosecute. Now that is hate, isn't it? LOL
3. I hate staying up till 2:30 every morning because my partner can't come in from work and just go to bed. I feel like I'm the one on a night shift.
4. I love sushi! Not those stupid rice roll things but, the raw Salmon and Tuna. I could eat that everyday.
5. I will be 51 this year and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
6. I am a wee bit scared about having the gastric bypass. Okay, I'm a lot scared. I'd hate to die on the table and be this size for eternity. Total bummer.
I am going to tag... let's see whose blogs do I read that haven't been tagged already.... I have slim pickins here...kind of like my links on the L word chart.
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