Musings Friday Follies~
Nov 27th, 2009 by BohemianMoon
Well, the holidays are officially upon us! My feet are “killing” me from cooking for 7 hours yesterday non-stop. When our feast had concluded and the kitchen clean, I finally got a chance to sit down and take a look at my email.
Muser Suzanne sent me quite the inspirational video that immediately made me feel guilty for whining about my feet.
The woman in this video reminds me that getting old can be all a state of mind – quite frankly she reminds me of my almost 83 year old mum who, without fail, goes to happy hour every Friday with her gal pals, golfs and bowls every week as well as being a hospital volunteer twice weekly and on the security patrol for her development (she even has a little uniform – so cute and cool).
The woman in the video is 92 and the cheeky young man? 29.
Ole!
I have never been disappointed in the Canadian health care system until now. I have always been able to get into any doctor I wanted to with a fairly short way. (and not have to pay a cent which I love) But now… I called the gynecologist way back in Feb. and was not able to get an appt. until Dec. 8th. We only have/had 2 OB/GYN’s in my town so I will wait my turn. (I refuse to go to the other one. Not a very good rep and promised a friend I wouldn’t, she had huge issues with her) I started having minor issues and tried to get in sooner, but was told there was nothing so I waited patiently for my turn. Well I get a message telling me that they were pushing back my appointment to FEB! a full year from the time I booked. (I was lazy and haven’t been in about 2 years) I called back and said that that didn’t work for me. The receptionist told me that they had to push all the yearlys back because he was too buzy with ladies with “issues” and pregnant women. I told her that I am having issues, (and would like to get pregnant) but she basically blew me off. She did let it slip that a new OB just moved here so things should be getting better soon. So I called my GP and asked for a referal to this new one. Referals have to be requested in person so I got an appointment with my doc later that afternoon (told you good experience with medical system) and he is refering me today. Hopefully this all gets worked out and I will not be going back to the other OB.
While I was there the doc asked me if I wanted the H1 shot. I wasn’t going to get it, but did anyway. I wouldn’t have waited in the huge lines that are happening here, but it was offered. There is a hard lump that hurts where it when in, but other than that I feel fine.
This isn’t a rant, but falls into the category of “my kid can really bug the living crap out of me!”
It started off so nicely —
A little background history. I’m Portuguese (1/2) and we have a food item called “masa” – it’s a sweet bread. There’s one bakery in Fall River, Mass that bakes superlative bread, great enough that people drive from states away to get it. I haven’t been able to go there for the past few years. So -
My son texts me last week, says he and girlfriend had nothing to do, were both off and would I like them to drive up to the bakery?
Would I ?!?!? OMG – yes! Thank you, thank you!!
So, I call bakery, place order (cash only) check hours (closes at 3).
Text kid – let me pay for your gas (2 hr. one way).
“Thanks Mom. I’ll need gas.”
Okay, so he comes over, I give him cash, my credit card for gas, my thanks and off he goes. Several hours later, I get the text “Mission accomplished!”
“Great,” I text, happily. And to show my appreciation, I text “Lunch is on me!”
“Sweet” is the reply.
Later that day, he delivers the masa, gives me back the credit card.
“How was lunch?” I ask. “Tasty” he replies. “BBQ in Warwick was really good!”
The next day, the hubs says to me, “Where in the HELL did that kid and his girlfriend go for lunch?!”
“Why are you upset about it?” I ask.
“Because he spent $75.00!!”
Now I’ll just cut to the chase. The kid was taken aback that we were shocked about the price of lunch and was rather amazed at our reaction.
I figure between the sweet bread ($30), the tank of gas ($40) and the $75 lunch, I’m now eating the most expensive masa in the world!
He’s coming over today to get Thanksgiving leftovers (he worked a double shift yesterday and management catered the meal).
I plan to hand him his plate, and say “That’ll be $75.00, plus tip!”
Hey Moon~~Just wanted you to know that I got the order I placed here, from Joann Fabric. Finally arrived, but took a long time. I will start my project today.
So, the other day Sr M walks into the room holding reverently a tupperware container holding some sort of reddish goo. She is smiling broadly and hustles over to us. I am immediately appalled and I don’t even know what’s in the container. She starts babbling about some kind hunter who had heard of her love of squirrel meat and while he was out deer hunting he bagged a lone squirrel, dressed it and brought it to her. So, being the good little sister she is, she whipped up a batch of squirrel chili.
Oh my.
Coworker number one blurts out “oh, I can’t do anything with a red sauce, hiatal herrnia!” I glare at her, bitch. Sr. M looks at me, expectantly, smiling sweetly like she is offering me manna from heaven. Deep breath, “I’m sorry sister, I don’t eat any meat unless it’s from the grocery store, on Styrofoam and wrapped in saran. And if you don’t believe me, well, I can get my mother on the phone and she’ll tell you the odds of getting me to eat squirrel are slim to none.” Sister smiles,shakes her head sadly and proceeds to offer the chili to all and sundry who walk in. For each hardy soul who sampled the chili she would holler over “look! He’s eating it!” I can’t believe there are actual takers. Most don’t have the guts to just refuse.
As the day progresses I begin to smell a rat. She claims to have fed this to her fellow sisters for dinner. That’s a lot of chili from one lone squirrel. She claims some anon hunter heard of her love of squirrel? Huh, and then I’m thinking the dog got a squirrel and dragged it in. hmm, that’s even grosser.
So I confront sweet little Sr M at the end of the day. “Sister, look me in the eye! Now, tell me, was that really squirrel in the chili?” Sr M immediately casts her eyes down and mumbles something about “..I’m not at liberty to divulge the ingredients, I just don’t feel comfortable.” Hah!
“Oh sister, you lied to us! You lied! You lied! That’s ten hail mary’s for you!” I have no fear of the nuns, I find them amusing most of the time, sort of sweet the rest. Sr. M is still trying to convince me there is squirrel in the chili and how hurt she is I wouldn’t try it Hah! By the end of the day I have confirmation from other sources of the squirrel scam. Tsk tsk
I tell my mom what went down. Her only response other than “wow, my money would be on you NOT eating that” was “It’s a sad day when you can’t even trust a sister.”
Okay, best moment from yesterday. Son, fiancee and their dog arrive. My cats go into ninja mode and disappear. The fat cat however picks the family room sofa to hide behind. The pointer/beagle mix finds the cat! Oh joy! Dog joins cat behind sofa and a frenzy of dog cat bonding ensues. Fat cat DOES like dogs, but pointer/beagle is a puppy still and a tad over enthusiastic. After numerous tramplings from the dog the fat cat is at the end of her tolerance. Fat cat is flushed out from behind the sofa with the dog in hot pursuit. “Hey, come back and play! We were having fun!” Cat is moving faster than I thought she was capable of until she hits the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Two things are not in her favor, she is declawed (not by me, her previous owner) and the floor is slick. Oh, and the basement door is closed too. Her legs are going 90mph and she is not moving a millimeter. The dog falls victim to the same slippery floor after sliding into the kitchen behind the cat. We are laughing almost too hard to even move, but somehow son’s fiancee gets the basement door open and the cat, legs still churning away at 90 mph, gets to the basement before the dog. Door shut, dog sad, cat in the basement, sides heaving, cursing us all.
You are cracking me up, four. I am getting a very amusing visual of the dog and cat fiasco!
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No real rant here. Just a big “Whew” that Thanksgiving went well yesterday. My parents and I took the kids to do a Turkey Trot fun run with 40,000+ other people yesterday morning. Then I had to go rescue my mother-in-law from her “hosting” duties. She keeps telling me that she has hosted Thanksgiving numerous times when she lived in another state. After yesterday, I think by “hosting” she means everyone came to her house to eat, but her sisters did all the work!! She was just standing in the middle of her kitchen and I was having to tell her what to do! The meal was about an hour late getting on the table, but I felt a huge sense of accomplishment because I’ve never run a Thanksgiving kitchen before and I knew what to do. I guess all those years of having my grandmothers, great-grandmothers and my mom putting me to work as a helper paid off!
It was a nice meal and my 99 year old great-grandmother gave me the thumbs up for the dressing. She “supervised” the other day while I prepared it for the first time. My grandfather even came and sat at the same table as my mom!! He cut her out of his life about 2.5 years ago, so this was huge. (My grandfather is an 80 year old male version of Kate Gosselin. Seriously.) The only thing I am bummed about is that I was so busy in the kitchen cooking and cleaning up that I did not take one picture of my precious kiddos on Thanksgiving and they were so cute! Oh well. After all that, I had a couple glasses of wine and went to bed and slept like a baby!
Hope everyone else had a good day!
WOW what a video.
I can’t even move like that and I’m 59.
Kudos to the pair.
Holy crap! Earlier when I got finished typing up my Thanksgiving “whew” I started to watch the video. I only got about 30 seconds into it when my husband finally got ready for us to take the kids to the park. I just now got to watch the video in its entirety. WOW!! That woman is amazing! The dancing alone is impressive, but the lifts and dips…I’m speechless!! Way to go!
Video was awesome!! No turkey rant here–acutally had a great day. My DH wanted to venture out to look at either a fridge or a laptop our fridge is now 23 years young and going strong and we don’t need a laptop. I actually got strong enough to say why don’t we work on paying down the bills we already have before taking on more? That man walked out of the room lookin’ odd and came back in 15 minutes later saying, I needed you to do that for me. Wow! We saved some money today whoo hoo!
Cynthia get that 75 bucks back he’s old enough to know better!
Cynthia, LMAO, oh that rant made me laugh. Kids do something nice for you and still manage to screw ya. Typical.
As for me, I lost it on some grocery store aisle hogs and rammed thier carts and told them off. Bitches! Get some manners! Admit it, you always wanted to do it too. Well, I did and it felt better than a wet dream with Hugh Laurie covered in chocolate pudding.
Not even counting the dancing, I have to say there is NO way that woman is 92 y/o. In the face, she looks like maybe 60-65. WoW if she really is 92!
No rant, just not the best Thanksgiving our family has had. If you read my ’story’ on the word game thread, that should give you some idea as to how I was feeling. Unfortunately, the thick air between dtr. #1 and her husband was unmistakable, and sure enough, she shared w/dtr. #2 they will be filing for divorce. There are 5 y/o twin boys involved, and while it makes me sad for them, I knew things were not going well in the marriage. I am at a loss to understand how they have made it this long. Since my dtr. was preg. w/the twins, they have not ‘been intimate’, and not due to my dtr. not wanting to. I am beginning to wonder if the ‘circumstances’ involved in the twins conception, is part of the issue for my son in law. They had tried a good while on their own to get preg., had gone thru the fertility treatments for several years, etc. Long story short, dtr. #2 took the fertility meds FOR her sister, and when the time was right, she traveled to dtr. #1’s city and her eggs were harvested and of course were subsequently used for her sister to become preg. I can’t help but wonder if “Jim” was ’skeeved’ by that. He seemed fine at the time. He didn’t express reluctance over it. I mean, they didn’t just jump into the decision, nor did my dtr. #2.
Reason I wonder if he is/was psyched out over it is, yesterday when dtr. #2’s 3 y/o dtr. was playing w/one of the twins, they were being goofy and ’sweet’ together. My granddaughter even said in her childlike voice, being silly, I’m going to give you a kiss (she didn’t) to her cousin, but soon to be ex SIL said something like, well, let’s not do that, and I said well, haven’t you heard of kissing cousins and he said, well it would be a bit more for them. It took me a split sec. to realize what he meant by that comment, and now I wonder if he has some weird issues over the way his wife, dtr. #1 got preg., w/her sister’s eggs. Dtr. #1 expressed how grateful and appreciative she is for what her sister did for her/them. Conversely, dtr. #2 has always expressed that she felt like she had just given her sister a gift, and she doesn’t have any ‘feelings’ for the boys, other than that of an aunt to her nephews, whenever she sees/is with the twins. Point being, that the girls and those of us who “know” the situation, have never felt or thought anything over it. I had truly just forgotten about it, and never gave it a second thought once the boys arrived and were healthy. I’m just left wondering now.
Dtr. #1 swears he isn’t seeing someone else, and I know she’s not. But, he had ‘drawn a line in the sand’ and refused to go to counseling w/my dtr. and he apparently wasn’t willing to “do” something to work on the marriage, such as ‘renew’ the intimate side of the marriage. These are two sharp, well educated, attractive young people, both attorneys, he a partner in his firm, and I think the thing that ’stuns’ me the most, is why my dtr. has lived w/this so long, other than her faith and the beliefs she holds. She is a strong, saavy, sharp woman, and she expressed to her sister yesterday, that she is scared.
I am at a loss as to what to say to her, other than I am here for you and my grandsons, which I whispered in her ear yesterday as we were hugging. Other than praying for them, I feel somewhat “powerless” to do much, due to my health issues. Please say a prayer for my grandsons and the family, if you are the praying kind. Thanks.
Linda~ I am the praying kind, and I will say one for you, your daughter and your grandsons.
Sometimes the words, like the ones you lovingly whispered in your daughters ears, are all we can do, as a mother and grandmother.
But they always know we are there for them.
Bless you Linda and your family.
Linda – I’m not a praying person, but I’m sending good vibes. Will try to email soon.
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WASTE! I’m extremely pissed off, and I’m not even sure at whom. As some of you know, I was in and out of the hospital and rehab most of the summer. The most urgent, chronic issue is pressure sores that are located, unfortunately, where I sit. The people at the rehab (hellhole) determined that I needed this certain kind of air cushion to help prevent more of the same. I told them I’d already had one of that type and it didn’t work for me. They decided to go ahead and order it anyway. This was around the end of August. Well, various things got confused (involvement with the vendor and my health plan and my insurance company and the visiting nurses) and I just last week received TWO $650 cushions that I CAN’T USE!!! I’m not paying for them, BUT STILL… I absolutely KNEW the one intended for the kitchen wouldn’t work for me, and I was willing to try the one in the living room but it caused extreme pain, so that’s that. I still have visiting nurses coming every couple of days to change dressings, and the last one told me that probably the only way these things would heal completely is to keep off of my “where-I-sit”. Right. Unless they can figure out a way to string me up from the ceiling by my armpits, I think I’m stuck.
And THEN – while I’m at it, the waste in these institutions is totally OUTRAGEOUS. They bring you a yogurt or a box of cereal, and even if you don’t touch it it has to get thrown away once it’s been in the room. There were so many times I was given food that wasn’t appropriate for me, and even though I’d made it clear not to even give me whatever it was, of course that too had to be thrown out. No one EVER turned off the bathroom lights and often the sink was left running. They kept bringing in packets of things – dressings, wipes, whatever – and used a few of them, then send for new ones before those were used up. There are LOTS more examples but I can’t think right now.
Now back to my wallowing…
I paid $10 for a chair in a yardsale. Thought I’d get it recovered. Upholsterer quotes $800 for labour and fabric. WTF. This is a 1970s sofa set style armchair with cheap legs and cheap springs. It has no sentimental value, it is going into my next yard sale.
rural mom~
I paid $10 for a chair in a yardsale. Thought I’d get it recovered. Upholsterer quotes $800 for labour and fabric. WTF. This is a 1970s sofa set style armchair with cheap legs and cheap springs. It has no sentimental value, it is going into my next yard sale.
YEP! They will get you on the upholstery every time!
How about a nice slip cover? I have seen a number of very, very nice ones out there.
amyf~
That is awful! Don’t apologize for wallowing, we are here for you!
rural mom ~
What a rediculous price for recovering a chair! Can you imagine the price if you wanted to get it reupholstered?!
Your description of your yard sale find reminded me of a brilliant idea my Mom had to freshen up dated furniture.
Back in the 70’s, we had a three piece Danish Modern sectional which was covered in a drab, olive green, soft chenille fabric.
Well, Mom decided that she couldn’t afford new furniture and she read an article in Woman’s Day magazine about painting the fabric for a whole new look.
So, we dragged the three pieces out onto the patio and she proceeded to spray paint the pieces in bright yellow.
The spray paint covered every inch and looked great!
Until it dried.
The olive green and bright yellow had combined into a lovely shade of baby diarrhea, and to top it off, the wet paint on the chenille fabric dried to the consistency of iron.
We reread the directions and realized, too late, that she hadn’t purchased paint for fabric use. She bought spray paint for patio furniture….. iron furniture.
Dad got home from work, Mom was crying, words were spoken.
The next day they bought a new couch, the baby poo set was banished to the rec-room basement where it was used for the next several years – with blankets tossed over them.
I still laugh thinking about it all these years later.
#13amyf
I know you’re in the ‘wallowing’ mode now so take your time. I was there w/ya on Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving eve. I had waited til the last min. to go out and get the grandsons Xmas gifts, bakings ingredients, etc. as I was waiting for the Lyrica to kick back in. I just did too much on Tues, then again w/the cooking and baking on Wed. which kinda added insult to injury, to become one big “pain fest” on Thanksgiving. Of course, I’m back to ‘usual’ now.
#17 Cynthia
Loved that story! LOL Never heard of painting new upholstery on. But I do know, unless you have a really vintage or sentimental piece of furniture, reupholstery is mega expensive. Cheaper to buy a new chair or sofa. I do love the look of slipcovers though. I’ve never seen ones though for my kind of sofa, it has the large overstuffed arms, but the ‘catch’ seems to be, I can’t find anything that includes pcs. for the 3 large separate cushions on the back of the sofa. If anybody has seen some, please let me know!
I have been thinking alot about ‘Miss Daisy’ during the holiday and have been very concerned about her.
I know her husband has been sick and was having surgery. I truly hope they are okay. It’s been a long time since she’s posted here.
Has anyone seen her here and I just missed it?
Gram, I’ve been missing Pippa also…and Fading. Where did everyone go? Perhaps it is just the long Holiday weekend.
Gram 123, No haven’t seen her for awhile, but if I remember correctly, Miss Daisy doesn’t typically post every day. I hate that we seem to have lost a some really neat folks. You know who I always loved and who kept me in stitches, Pocket Full Of Posies (PFOP) and also I See Stupid People (ISSP). But, we haven ‘t seen schmedelle, Louise, outofKONtrol (other than a Happy T’giving) and Fadingnebula in ages. Also, I’m wondering where TVSnark is? I remember her saying she was going on vacay, was it the week of Thanksgiving? Maybe she’ll be back this wk.
Linda… I have not seen any of those funny ladies either. Isn’t it funny how we can feel like we actually know each other here and when someone disappears, we worry about them ?
I never ever post on any other blogs but Moons. It just feels right here, do you agree?
Vicki ~ I worry about Miss Daisy for it has been longer than a week or two. I know she was worried about being able to take care of everything without her husband and he would be unble to do anything for some time.
I hope she checks in soon.
#22 Gram123
Really, you’d think they’d know how much us ‘grannies’ worry ’bout them all! Sigh…..