Re: Mike

[Guest guest]

,,, OW! That ice hurts!

a

[Guest guest]

Donna, Glad we made you giggle, honey. Yes, my mother was a remarkable

person, and

so was my dad. But, no, she never got to meet any of my children. She did

see the

photo of my first son, , just before she went into open heart surgery in

San

Francisco's Pacific Presbyterian Hospital. She died after thirteen hours of

surgery.

So, she never saw any of my kids in person, but she was supportive of my

plans to

adopt...thought it a good idea. My dad met and loved all my kids. He didn't

get to see

his great grandchildren before he died, but he knew they were on the way. I

think I

miss him more because I had him with me longer. Mother passed in October of

'87,

and Dad is June of '95. Doesn't seem that long ago, but it was. Time sure

flies.

My parents were Depression era kids, so while we were poor growing up, my

folks

knew how to stretch a penny further than I think anybody could. We were

never hungry. Ate a lot of potato soup, tough old hens that made good

chicken and dumplings, and lots of brown bread. Much better for us than the

fast food of today.

I remember how getting a hamburger and fries was so special, it only happened

on

big days like First Communions and Graduations from Jr. High. Times sure

change, too

don't they? Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Donna, Glad we made you giggle, honey. Yes, my mother was a remarkable

person, and

so was my dad. But, no, she never got to meet any of my children. She did

see the

photo of my first son, , just before she went into open heart surgery in

San

Francisco's Pacific Presbyterian Hospital. She died after thirteen hours of

surgery.

So, she never saw any of my kids in person, but she was supportive of my

plans to

adopt...thought it a good idea. My dad met and loved all my kids. He didn't

get to see

his great grandchildren before he died, but he knew they were on the way. I

think I

miss him more because I had him with me longer. Mother passed in October of

'87,

and Dad is June of '95. Doesn't seem that long ago, but it was. Time sure

flies.

My parents were Depression era kids, so while we were poor growing up, my

folks

knew how to stretch a penny further than I think anybody could. We were

never hungry. Ate a lot of potato soup, tough old hens that made good

chicken and dumplings, and lots of brown bread. Much better for us than the

fast food of today.

I remember how getting a hamburger and fries was so special, it only happened

on

big days like First Communions and Graduations from Jr. High. Times sure

change, too

don't they? Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Donna, Glad we made you giggle, honey. Yes, my mother was a remarkable

person, and

so was my dad. But, no, she never got to meet any of my children. She did

see the

photo of my first son, , just before she went into open heart surgery in

San

Francisco's Pacific Presbyterian Hospital. She died after thirteen hours of

surgery.

So, she never saw any of my kids in person, but she was supportive of my

plans to

adopt...thought it a good idea. My dad met and loved all my kids. He didn't

get to see

his great grandchildren before he died, but he knew they were on the way. I

think I

miss him more because I had him with me longer. Mother passed in October of

'87,

and Dad is June of '95. Doesn't seem that long ago, but it was. Time sure

flies.

My parents were Depression era kids, so while we were poor growing up, my

folks

knew how to stretch a penny further than I think anybody could. We were

never hungry. Ate a lot of potato soup, tough old hens that made good

chicken and dumplings, and lots of brown bread. Much better for us than the

fast food of today.

I remember how getting a hamburger and fries was so special, it only happened

on

big days like First Communions and Graduations from Jr. High. Times sure

change, too

don't they? Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Well, Mike, you succeeded in scaring me away from wanting to be Mother Superior. It's sounds too much like being a mom to 7 children! LOL Since I already have that position, I guess I will pass.

Your mom sounds like she was a really neat lady. Has she been gone a while? Did she ever get to know your children?

My mother died when I was 23 and my firstborn was 18 months old. My kids have really missed out on a wonderful grandmother. It makes me very sad when I think about it. She loved kids. I know I will see her again one day, but it's not the same as having her here!

Hope you are having a good night and thanks for playing with us tonight! I was really down when I got home and I began reading all the funny emails and you all made me feel better. Love, Donna

Re: Mike

Donna, I don't know how much YOU know about the nunnery, but the Mother Superior isusually an elected office and fraught with stress. If I remember correctly, MotherThaddeus from our own local St. Rose Parish Convent, an Ursuline Convent, used tolament that being in charge of so many women was a thankless job at time. There was so much cattiness. Sure you want the job? Oh Fearless One? LOLThere is also Lauds, Matins, Vespers, etc. and chorus to see to. Hmmm...I don't wantthe job, it's ok with me. Hugs, MM "The LUPIES Store" Come check out our store...http://www.cafepress.com/thelupies"The LUPIES Web Page"http://www.itzarion.com/lupusgroup.html"The LUPIES online photo albums!" Check out what your fellow Lupies look like...http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?username=lupies

[Guest guest]

Well, Mike, you succeeded in scaring me away from wanting to be Mother Superior. It's sounds too much like being a mom to 7 children! LOL Since I already have that position, I guess I will pass.

Your mom sounds like she was a really neat lady. Has she been gone a while? Did she ever get to know your children?

My mother died when I was 23 and my firstborn was 18 months old. My kids have really missed out on a wonderful grandmother. It makes me very sad when I think about it. She loved kids. I know I will see her again one day, but it's not the same as having her here!

Hope you are having a good night and thanks for playing with us tonight! I was really down when I got home and I began reading all the funny emails and you all made me feel better. Love, Donna

Re: Mike

Donna, I don't know how much YOU know about the nunnery, but the Mother Superior isusually an elected office and fraught with stress. If I remember correctly, MotherThaddeus from our own local St. Rose Parish Convent, an Ursuline Convent, used tolament that being in charge of so many women was a thankless job at time. There was so much cattiness. Sure you want the job? Oh Fearless One? LOLThere is also Lauds, Matins, Vespers, etc. and chorus to see to. Hmmm...I don't wantthe job, it's ok with me. Hugs, MM "The LUPIES Store" Come check out our store...http://www.cafepress.com/thelupies"The LUPIES Web Page"http://www.itzarion.com/lupusgroup.html"The LUPIES online photo albums!" Check out what your fellow Lupies look like...http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?username=lupies

[Guest guest]

Well, Mike, you succeeded in scaring me away from wanting to be Mother Superior. It's sounds too much like being a mom to 7 children! LOL Since I already have that position, I guess I will pass.

Your mom sounds like she was a really neat lady. Has she been gone a while? Did she ever get to know your children?

My mother died when I was 23 and my firstborn was 18 months old. My kids have really missed out on a wonderful grandmother. It makes me very sad when I think about it. She loved kids. I know I will see her again one day, but it's not the same as having her here!

Hope you are having a good night and thanks for playing with us tonight! I was really down when I got home and I began reading all the funny emails and you all made me feel better. Love, Donna

Re: Mike

Donna, I don't know how much YOU know about the nunnery, but the Mother Superior isusually an elected office and fraught with stress. If I remember correctly, MotherThaddeus from our own local St. Rose Parish Convent, an Ursuline Convent, used tolament that being in charge of so many women was a thankless job at time. There was so much cattiness. Sure you want the job? Oh Fearless One? LOLThere is also Lauds, Matins, Vespers, etc. and chorus to see to. Hmmm...I don't wantthe job, it's ok with me. Hugs, MM "The LUPIES Store" Come check out our store...http://www.cafepress.com/thelupies"The LUPIES Web Page"http://www.itzarion.com/lupusgroup.html"The LUPIES online photo albums!" Check out what your fellow Lupies look like...http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?username=lupies

[Guest guest]

Donna, I love candlelight, but am highly allergic to many scented things,

including

scented candles. I have to stick to old fashioned wax or beeswax candles in

my house.

Isn't that the pits? But, I can bring in fresh flowers (not lilacs, daphne,

or daffodils)

and am especially fond of roses and carnations or pinks. So, I can get

scents into the

house, just not from candles, perfumes, or most soaps. Love, MM

[Guest guest]

Donna, I love candlelight, but am highly allergic to many scented things,

including

scented candles. I have to stick to old fashioned wax or beeswax candles in

my house.

Isn't that the pits? But, I can bring in fresh flowers (not lilacs, daphne,

or daffodils)

and am especially fond of roses and carnations or pinks. So, I can get

scents into the

house, just not from candles, perfumes, or most soaps. Love, MM

[Guest guest]

Normi, Well, I never thought to say anything because we had the doors all

open and

such because of the warm weather, remember? I don't worry so much about that

stuff when the house is open. It is much worse in winter, let me tell you.

Besides,

I was so glad to see you everything else slipped my mind. LOL Seriously, it

is scents

like candles or concentrated room sprays and like that that bother me the

most.

I use laundry soap with no dyes or perfumes in it unless I need to bleach

something,

but then I immediately wash it a second time in the FREE detergent. Doesn't

seem to

help my skin lesions, but does prevent the itchy red rashes that I used to

get from

soaps. So, don't sweat it, kiddo. I would have said something if it

bothered me a lot.

You know me well enough to know that. Love, MM

[Guest guest]

Normi, Well, I never thought to say anything because we had the doors all

open and

such because of the warm weather, remember? I don't worry so much about that

stuff when the house is open. It is much worse in winter, let me tell you.

Besides,

I was so glad to see you everything else slipped my mind. LOL Seriously, it

is scents

like candles or concentrated room sprays and like that that bother me the

most.

I use laundry soap with no dyes or perfumes in it unless I need to bleach

something,

but then I immediately wash it a second time in the FREE detergent. Doesn't

seem to

help my skin lesions, but does prevent the itchy red rashes that I used to

get from

soaps. So, don't sweat it, kiddo. I would have said something if it

bothered me a lot.

You know me well enough to know that. Love, MM

[Guest guest]

BITCH and stuff on at your house!

Love, Normi

I am NOT gonna touch this one. , I think you may be more qualified!

a

[Guest guest]

BITCH and stuff on at your house!

Love, Normi

I am NOT gonna touch this one. , I think you may be more qualified!

a

[Guest guest]

Oh a you are such a chicken shit. Fire away.

[Guest guest]

MM, Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to stuff when I was at your house? And here I was spraying BITCH and stuff on at your house!

Love, Normi

[Guest guest]

MM, Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to stuff when I was at your house? And here I was spraying BITCH and stuff on at your house!

Love, Normi

[Guest guest]

Hi, Donna, No, we didn't get to the woods, yet. It's been raining cats and

dogs for the

last two days, and COLD. No snow at our elevation, but up where my teenager

is

camping with his scout troop it snowed heavily for two nights of the three

they are

staying up there. I am so glad it isn't me. LOL But, these kids have gone

up there

every year since Randy was in Webelos, so that makes it four years in a row,

now.

This place they go has a hotsprings, and they go soak in it just before going

to bed,

so they are nice and toasty when they crawl into their sleeping bags. They

are in

tents, right in the snow. I think they are nuts, but it is a good backbone

growing

experience, and I think that's good for them.

How are you doing today? I know what you mean about feeling pretty good one

day,

then getting slammed down the next. Did you get a chance to read the article

that

was printed in my local paper that I sent out yesterday? I couldn't get the

pics to

print, but if you go to the website listed in the article you can see the

whole thing,

I think. Anyway, I was glad to see Lupus get a full spread in the local

section of the

paper. Very talented young lady. Well, got to take my youngest to his

friend's house

for a couple of hours. Yippee! I get a two hour break. Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Hi, Donna, No, we didn't get to the woods, yet. It's been raining cats and

dogs for the

last two days, and COLD. No snow at our elevation, but up where my teenager

is

camping with his scout troop it snowed heavily for two nights of the three

they are

staying up there. I am so glad it isn't me. LOL But, these kids have gone

up there

every year since Randy was in Webelos, so that makes it four years in a row,

now.

This place they go has a hotsprings, and they go soak in it just before going

to bed,

so they are nice and toasty when they crawl into their sleeping bags. They

are in

tents, right in the snow. I think they are nuts, but it is a good backbone

growing

experience, and I think that's good for them.

How are you doing today? I know what you mean about feeling pretty good one

day,

then getting slammed down the next. Did you get a chance to read the article

that

was printed in my local paper that I sent out yesterday? I couldn't get the

pics to

print, but if you go to the website listed in the article you can see the

whole thing,

I think. Anyway, I was glad to see Lupus get a full spread in the local

section of the

paper. Very talented young lady. Well, got to take my youngest to his

friend's house

for a couple of hours. Yippee! I get a two hour break. Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Hi, Donna, No, we didn't get to the woods, yet. It's been raining cats and

dogs for the

last two days, and COLD. No snow at our elevation, but up where my teenager

is

camping with his scout troop it snowed heavily for two nights of the three

they are

staying up there. I am so glad it isn't me. LOL But, these kids have gone

up there

every year since Randy was in Webelos, so that makes it four years in a row,

now.

This place they go has a hotsprings, and they go soak in it just before going

to bed,

so they are nice and toasty when they crawl into their sleeping bags. They

are in

tents, right in the snow. I think they are nuts, but it is a good backbone

growing

experience, and I think that's good for them.

How are you doing today? I know what you mean about feeling pretty good one

day,

then getting slammed down the next. Did you get a chance to read the article

that

was printed in my local paper that I sent out yesterday? I couldn't get the

pics to

print, but if you go to the website listed in the article you can see the

whole thing,

I think. Anyway, I was glad to see Lupus get a full spread in the local

section of the

paper. Very talented young lady. Well, got to take my youngest to his

friend's house

for a couple of hours. Yippee! I get a two hour break. Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Donna, Well, except for my skin lesions, which are legion, I am doing pretty

fair. The

Plaquenil is helping with fatigue and joint pain, as well as headaches and

memory

farts, but while I am not depressed in the clinical sense, I am feeling

somewhat

overwhelmed in other ways. My eldest son, the one in residential treatment

in a

distant city, is now over 18, but they are calling me about his special ed.

plan, his

treatment, and etc. I am torn between doing what I can for him, and just

letting them

get on with the job they are paid to do. I have had to ride herd on 's

caregivers

since he was small, even though he was not living in my home, and frankly, it

is very

stressful. He is a very iffy proposition to deal with, and adding the

expectations of

the so-called professionals at these hospitals is more than I can handle most

days.

The support system I had so carefully constructed for him has fallen apart

since he

is no longer in the local therapeutic foster home, and I am sort of hanging

out there

on the line to dry all alone. Not a good feeling, I guess. And, this is

more information

than you needed to know. LOL

And, the doc appt. I had yesterday has resulted in a pile of lab slips (ick),

an envelope

with testing materials for stool samples (yuck), an order for a

boob-popping-breast-

squeezing (ouch!), and a referral to the University of California at San

Francisco for

the skin lesions (fun!). So, that is where things are at this moment in

time. My other

two boys are fine, and dandy, and feisty as ever. Randy is going through

that push-me-

pull-you stage...you know the one, " I wasn't born, I don't have parents, I

was hatched

fully grown, cool, and owning the car of my dreams " attitude up the kazoo.

Then the next minute his is coming to me for comfort like a toddler. He is

in the habit of tormenting his younger brother (a typical elder brother thing

to do), and Reesey has perfected the " I'm so abused " crocodile tear routine

until I, unfortunately, can't tell

when he is really hurt and when he is faking it to get Randy in hot water.

It certainly

isn't dull around here. LOL

I'll shut up, now. How is the headache? I feel for you. Mine were so bad

for a

while, I really wanted to just not wake up once I was able to sleep. Not a

good stance

for someone more optimistic than that. LOL Take care, my friend. Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Donna, Well, except for my skin lesions, which are legion, I am doing pretty

fair. The

Plaquenil is helping with fatigue and joint pain, as well as headaches and

memory

farts, but while I am not depressed in the clinical sense, I am feeling

somewhat

overwhelmed in other ways. My eldest son, the one in residential treatment

in a

distant city, is now over 18, but they are calling me about his special ed.

plan, his

treatment, and etc. I am torn between doing what I can for him, and just

letting them

get on with the job they are paid to do. I have had to ride herd on 's

caregivers

since he was small, even though he was not living in my home, and frankly, it

is very

stressful. He is a very iffy proposition to deal with, and adding the

expectations of

the so-called professionals at these hospitals is more than I can handle most

days.

The support system I had so carefully constructed for him has fallen apart

since he

is no longer in the local therapeutic foster home, and I am sort of hanging

out there

on the line to dry all alone. Not a good feeling, I guess. And, this is

more information

than you needed to know. LOL

And, the doc appt. I had yesterday has resulted in a pile of lab slips (ick),

an envelope

with testing materials for stool samples (yuck), an order for a

boob-popping-breast-

squeezing (ouch!), and a referral to the University of California at San

Francisco for

the skin lesions (fun!). So, that is where things are at this moment in

time. My other

two boys are fine, and dandy, and feisty as ever. Randy is going through

that push-me-

pull-you stage...you know the one, " I wasn't born, I don't have parents, I

was hatched

fully grown, cool, and owning the car of my dreams " attitude up the kazoo.

Then the next minute his is coming to me for comfort like a toddler. He is

in the habit of tormenting his younger brother (a typical elder brother thing

to do), and Reesey has perfected the " I'm so abused " crocodile tear routine

until I, unfortunately, can't tell

when he is really hurt and when he is faking it to get Randy in hot water.

It certainly

isn't dull around here. LOL

I'll shut up, now. How is the headache? I feel for you. Mine were so bad

for a

while, I really wanted to just not wake up once I was able to sleep. Not a

good stance

for someone more optimistic than that. LOL Take care, my friend. Hugs, MM

[Guest guest]

Hi Mike,

Sounds like you have lots of labs to do and oh the dreaded mammogram! Doesn't it feel wonderful to have your breasts in a vice? NOT!!!!!!!! I have a little poem about mammograms that I will try to forward to you in a minute.

I gather from your email that you are having to get more involved again in 's care. I thought one of the last battles you had to fight with the system had finalized where he would be going and for how long. Apparently with the state nothing is ever final and there are always more battles to fight. I know you must be exhausted from all of this. I am so sorry. What are they expecting you to do?

I am glad Randy and Reese or doing ok. And I do know all about the younger children carrying on and the older child always getting into trouble for this. In my children, often the older child has done the deed, but boy, do the younger kids know how to shout about it and look so hurt. This is something learned early on, and they all do it. For the younger kids, I guess it is one of their survival tactics, and for the older kids, well....they just like to torment the others!LOL It does get old. I have a total of 3 boys. Two of them are in their 20's and one is smack dab in the middle of the 4 girls. In my family, the girls just don't behave the way the boys did. They are a little catty with each other at times, but nothing like raising boys and especially one with ADHD. God has been so good to me in my old age! LOL I am glad I had the boys when I was a lot younger and much healthier.

Yes, this headache is getting very old. The migraine medicine is helping but I am now wondering just how many days I can take it. This has been the longest migraine I have ever had, but thank God I do get relief for several hours after taking the Axert.

Take care and stay warm. Love, Donna

Re: Mike

Donna, Well, except for my skin lesions, which are legion, I am doing pretty fair. ThePlaquenil is helping with fatigue and joint pain, as well as headaches and memoryfarts, but while I am not depressed in the clinical sense, I am feeling somewhatoverwhelmed in other ways. My eldest son, the one in residential treatment in adistant city, is now over 18, but they are calling me about his special ed. plan, histreatment, and etc. I am torn between doing what I can for him, and just letting themget on with the job they are paid to do. I have had to ride herd on 's caregiverssince he was small, even though he was not living in my home, and frankly, it is verystressful. He is a very iffy proposition to deal with, and adding the expectations ofthe so-called professionals at these hospitals is more than I can handle most days.The support system I had so carefully constructed for him has fallen apart since heis no longer in the local therapeutic foster home, and I am sort of hanging out thereon the line to dry all alone. Not a good feeling, I guess. And, this is more informationthan you needed to know. LOLAnd, the doc appt. I had yesterday has resulted in a pile of lab slips (ick), an envelopewith testing materials for stool samples (yuck), an order for a boob-popping-breast-squeezing (ouch!), and a referral to the University of California at San Francisco forthe skin lesions (fun!). So, that is where things are at this moment in time. My othertwo boys are fine, and dandy, and feisty as ever. Randy is going through that push-me-pull-you stage...you know the one, "I wasn't born, I don't have parents, I was hatchedfully grown, cool, and owning the car of my dreams" attitude up the kazoo. Then the next minute his is coming to me for comfort like a toddler. He is in the habit of tormenting his younger brother (a typical elder brother thing to do), and Reesey has perfected the "I'm so abused" crocodile tear routine until I, unfortunately, can't tellwhen he is really hurt and when he is faking it to get Randy in hot water. It certainlyisn't dull around here. LOL I'll shut up, now. How is the headache? I feel for you. Mine were so bad for awhile, I really wanted to just not wake up once I was able to sleep. Not a good stancefor someone more optimistic than that. LOL Take care, my friend. Hugs, MM"The LUPIES Store" Come check out our store...http://www.cafepress.com/thelupies"The LUPIES Web Page"http://www.itzarion.com/lupusgroup.html"The LUPIES online photo albums!" Check out what your fellow Lupies look like...http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?username=lupies

[Guest guest]

Hi Mike,

Sounds like you have lots of labs to do and oh the dreaded mammogram! Doesn't it feel wonderful to have your breasts in a vice? NOT!!!!!!!! I have a little poem about mammograms that I will try to forward to you in a minute.

I gather from your email that you are having to get more involved again in 's care. I thought one of the last battles you had to fight with the system had finalized where he would be going and for how long. Apparently with the state nothing is ever final and there are always more battles to fight. I know you must be exhausted from all of this. I am so sorry. What are they expecting you to do?

I am glad Randy and Reese or doing ok. And I do know all about the younger children carrying on and the older child always getting into trouble for this. In my children, often the older child has done the deed, but boy, do the younger kids know how to shout about it and look so hurt. This is something learned early on, and they all do it. For the younger kids, I guess it is one of their survival tactics, and for the older kids, well....they just like to torment the others!LOL It does get old. I have a total of 3 boys. Two of them are in their 20's and one is smack dab in the middle of the 4 girls. In my family, the girls just don't behave the way the boys did. They are a little catty with each other at times, but nothing like raising boys and especially one with ADHD. God has been so good to me in my old age! LOL I am glad I had the boys when I was a lot younger and much healthier.

Yes, this headache is getting very old. The migraine medicine is helping but I am now wondering just how many days I can take it. This has been the longest migraine I have ever had, but thank God I do get relief for several hours after taking the Axert.

Take care and stay warm. Love, Donna

Re: Mike

Donna, Well, except for my skin lesions, which are legion, I am doing pretty fair. ThePlaquenil is helping with fatigue and joint pain, as well as headaches and memoryfarts, but while I am not depressed in the clinical sense, I am feeling somewhatoverwhelmed in other ways. My eldest son, the one in residential treatment in adistant city, is now over 18, but they are calling me about his special ed. plan, histreatment, and etc. I am torn between doing what I can for him, and just letting themget on with the job they are paid to do. I have had to ride herd on 's caregiverssince he was small, even though he was not living in my home, and frankly, it is verystressful. He is a very iffy proposition to deal with, and adding the expectations ofthe so-called professionals at these hospitals is more than I can handle most days.The support system I had so carefully constructed for him has fallen apart since heis no longer in the local therapeutic foster home, and I am sort of hanging out thereon the line to dry all alone. Not a good feeling, I guess. And, this is more informationthan you needed to know. LOLAnd, the doc appt. I had yesterday has resulted in a pile of lab slips (ick), an envelopewith testing materials for stool samples (yuck), an order for a boob-popping-breast-squeezing (ouch!), and a referral to the University of California at San Francisco forthe skin lesions (fun!). So, that is where things are at this moment in time. My othertwo boys are fine, and dandy, and feisty as ever. Randy is going through that push-me-pull-you stage...you know the one, "I wasn't born, I don't have parents, I was hatchedfully grown, cool, and owning the car of my dreams" attitude up the kazoo. Then the next minute his is coming to me for comfort like a toddler. He is in the habit of tormenting his younger brother (a typical elder brother thing to do), and Reesey has perfected the "I'm so abused" crocodile tear routine until I, unfortunately, can't tellwhen he is really hurt and when he is faking it to get Randy in hot water. It certainlyisn't dull around here. LOL I'll shut up, now. How is the headache? I feel for you. Mine were so bad for awhile, I really wanted to just not wake up once I was able to sleep. Not a good stancefor someone more optimistic than that. LOL Take care, my friend. Hugs, MM"The LUPIES Store" Come check out our store...http://www.cafepress.com/thelupies"The LUPIES Web Page"http://www.itzarion.com/lupusgroup.html"The LUPIES online photo albums!" Check out what your fellow Lupies look like...http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?username=lupies

[Guest guest]

Hi, Brat, Well, this morning was not one of my better mornings, that is for

sure. The

lab slips (that is three of them from three docs) accidentally got pinned

together and

one of them was missed by the tech. So, just as I am finally going out the

door to

home and breakfast (yup, this one was fasting since 8 p.m. last night), the

tech calls

me back in, and sticks me in the same spot! Yikes! So, I have this big old

bruise

coming on my arm, my butt itches from those damned wipes they make you use

before

you pee in their little cups, and I had to do THAT twice, too. Needless to

say, I was

not a happy camper by the end of it all. When I finally got home, I had been

at the lab

for nearly two hours, mostly waiting to be called from one station to

another. BORING! BORING! BOING, BOING, BOING-G-G-G-G-G! LOL Now, I am

going back to

my sewing machine and try to finish the new kitchen curtains and chair pad

covers.

I have had the same curtains, tablecloth, and napkins in there for seven

years. I am

sick and tired of 'em. So, I am doing my own mini-trading spaces gig. More

later.

How are YOU? Love, MM