<p>Mudge, so glad her surgery is over and it's all downhill from here. Kind of a bummer of a summer though. Keep us updated.</p>
<p>Curm
Glad D on way to recovery. caught up after the fact. nothing so bad as watching our kids go thru pain--physical or emotional.
the jokes are good
so is champagne</p>
<p>Curmudgeon,
Good to hear that your daughter's surgery went well. Wishing her a speedy recovery!</p>
<p>Curmudgeon - I hope your daughter has the speediest of recoveries; glad the surgery went well.</p>
<p>I'm currently involved in helping my mother recover from knee replacement surgery. She's going home tomorrow from rehab. While recovering she had some interesting hallucinations involving Pomeranians.</p>
<p>Curmudge - so glad the surgery went well. Keep the pain meds and the patience high, she will be fine, back to basketball soon.</p>
<p>My very best wishes for a speedy recovery to both Curmudgeon and daughter!</p>
<p>I know about hating the anesthesia thing when D needed 2 wisdom teeth extracted. Both parents and she are totally chicken about that aspect and she decided to do it with only a local. The dentist had misgivings because of course he likes his patients "out" while he's working, but it went fine. But I know she'll say please knock me out next time when she needs to get the other 2 out.</p>
<p>Best wishes for a speedy recovery. It sound as if you and your D went into this with great attitudes-a big help in the recovery process.</p>
<p>Cur/Mrs.C/CD: best wishes for a quick return to normalcy, with improvements. And here are my contributions to the senior moment theme:</p>
<p>SENIOR PERSONAL ADS:</p>
<p>FOXY LADY: Sexy, fashion<em>conscious blue</em>haired beauty, 80s, slim,5'<em>4"
(used to be 5</em>6), searching for sharp<em>looking, sharp</em>dressing companion. Matching white shoes and belt a plus. </p>
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<p>================================================= SERENITY NOW: I am into solitude, long walks, sunrises, the ocean, yoga and meditation. If you are the silent type, let's get together, take </p>
<h1>our hearing aids out and enjoy quiet times. </h1>
<p>WINNING SMILE: Active grandmother with original teeth seeking a dedicated flosser to share rare steaks, corn on the cob and caramel </p>
<h1> candy. </h1>
<h1>MEMORIES: I can usually remember Monday through Thursday. If you can remember Friday, Saturday and Sunday, let's put our two heads together. </h1>
<p>MINT CONDITION: Male, 1932, high mileage, good condition, some hair, many new parts including hip, knee, cornea, valves. Isn't in running condition, but walks well.</p>
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any leftovers?</p>
<p>Thanks. Everybody. This is a little overwhelming but I'll take it and pass it on. I just told W that I had to tell carolyn and BHG about the surgery before eating, and she just smiled, nodded and said-on the board? Yeah. On OUR board.</p>
<p>I just started reading this thread, don't know how I missed it before.</p>
<p>Our youngest was never a phonics type reader, she recognized words. When she was about 6 or 7 she was reading a book on Helen Keller out loud and came out with "Helen Keller was a beautiful duck attack who gradgitutued with horns" for "Helen Keller was a beautiful educated woman who graduated with honors."</p>
<p>Last summer, when our older D had a going off to college party in August we made many multi-colored crinolin tutus and headbands with cardboard horns attached for all the guests who wanted to wear them. I got D a toy viking helmet (with horns) to wear. Our younger D was of course embarassed to be the source of this family myth, but all the guests enjoyed it throughly. Some of the tutus went to school with my D and were useful for school events.</p>
<p>Joining happy hour for the first time. I think tonight should be dedicated to healing. Healing from operations and applications. I therefore am buying a round of vitamin G for all. That's gin and tonic with lime. Nice and cold with condensation on the outside of the glass. Cheers to all. </p>
<p>Back to one of the earlier themes here. Once when I was driving with S1 and S2- they were in 2nd and 3rd grades- S1 reported proudly that he had learned about HIV. Curious, I said "Oh, how do you get that?" "You get it from sex and using drugs" he responded. "I see," I said, "what's sex?" Silence. Then S2 piped up "I'd tell you mom, but you wouldn't want to hear about it. It's really gross."</p>
<p>Andi - LOL. Cheers!</p>
<p>Thanks for the drink, Andi. It tastes good here in this Texas heat.</p>
<p>LOL!! Priceless, andi, thanks.</p>
<p>/me lifts her icy glass in your direction</p>
<p>Sure wish we had a family legend like mini's tutus... that would be a lot of fun, for sure.</p>
<p>(Well, we <em>do</em> use two pestering parental quotes for older S, maybe those count? Whenever he was trying to exclaim that he didn't want to wait for something, he would ball up his fists and get that "I am strong and angry, look out for me!" look little kids get, and insist that "... it will take TEN HOURS!!" So TEN HOURS is sort of a family joke... And then there's the first thing the doctor said after he was born: "Oh my God, look at the size of that head!" :) He's NEVER going to live that one down. Hmm... maybe there's some material there after all... ;) )</p>
<p>Here's one from my family: I had some delusions of grandeur as a kid. One summer when I was about five years old, my parents enrolled me in daily swimming lessons. After a while I got bored of floating around with various swimming aids, said "I ALREADY KNOW HOW TO SWIM!!!!", let go of everything, and went over to the deep end. Needless to say, I sank--the swimming instructors had to rescue me. I don't think I'll ever live that down. :o</p>
<p>I forgot. A glass of the Russian River pinot noir, please. And hold the merlot.</p>
<p>My thoughts go out to everyone healing/recovering from each individual issue.
To lighten things up, I'll share another funny kiddy story and a joke that is hopefully not offensive to anyone.
Story first-
When our older son was about 3, we went to visit what was then a small synagogue that we were considering joining. As guests, we were greeted by the regular congregants. At the end of the service the rabbi brings all the kids up and gives them glasses of juice and a piece of bread (challah). When he handed the juice to my s, my s. asked what kind of juice it was. The rabbi answered that it was apple juice. My s replied, in a loud, BOOMING voice that could be heard probably across town, "Apple juice gives me DIAHHREA! We had to bribe the rabbi not to tell that story at our s's bar mitzvah 10 yrs later (we did join the synagogue, despite our embarassment)!</p>
<p>Ok - joke (Apologies in advance to anyone who doesn't find it funny)</p>
<p>One weekend a woman was out jogging when she came upon a rather unusual funeral procession. A woman, dressed in black, was walking a dog. Behind her were pallbearers carrying 2 caskets, one about 10 yards behind the other, and behind the second coffin was a long line of women walking in single file. The jogger couldn't restrain herself. She went up to the woman in black and said "I am sorry for your loss, but do you mind telling me whose funeral this is?" The woman replied, "it is my husband's. Our dog jumped up and accidentally bit him in his jugular and he died". "And who is in the second casket?" the jogger queried. "That is my mother-in-law", the widow replied. "When she heard that her son had died, she had a heart attack". The jogger stopped for a moment and then asked.... "Can I borrow your dog?" The widow replied....."Get in line".</p>
<p><em>EDIT</em>
It's Friday night and my h. has to work on a big computer conversion at work all weekend. (Never mind that it is older s's b'day tomorrow and fa's day on Sunday). I'll have a cosmopolitan, please.</p>
<p>I love all the old folks jokes. Here is one more from my collection:</p>
<p>Morty, 80, arrives at his weekly lunch with his pals Sid, Stan, and Al. He tells the guys he has great news-- "I'm getting married!"</p>
<p>Sid says, "Hey Morty, that's great. Congratulations! Tell me, is she really beautiful?!" Morty replies, "Nah, she's more, uh, okay looking."</p>
<p>Stan says, "Well, then she must be really great in bed, then, huh, pal?" Mort replies, "Well, no, actually I'd say she is just average in that department."</p>
<p>Al chimes in, "Well, I guess she must be really rich, then, eh Morty?"
Mort shakes his head; "No, she doesn't really have much money."</p>
<p>So Sid says, "Well, then Morty, why are you marrying her?"</p>
<p>Mort's eyes light up. "She can drive at night."</p>
<p>OK jym626, I wasn't going to bring up diarrhea but since you did it first :)...</p>
<p>When S was about 2 he had a bout of diarrhea but was beginning to feel better by the weekend so we went out to a restaurant for dinner. The waitress came around to take our orders and she looked S and said something like "Hi, honey, how are you tonight?". S looked up at her with a big grin and said much too loudly "I have DONNARHEA!" My husband and I cracked up but the poor waitress looked like she was sorry she asked. It sounded for all the world like he had said that he had gonorrhea....</p>
<p>We still tease him about it to this day.</p>