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silly Q but where is Vicki......
Back to Moms, or Grandmoms. My Mom is 85 and she's unbelievable. We take her almost every weekend to our place down in NJ and she only lives about a mile from me, so I see her almost every day.
She had surgery 6 weeks ago for colon cancer and then last week she was in the hospital (emergency) for blood pressure that was 293/92....NO KIDDING!!
She's not suppose to be driving or picking up anything more then 5 lbs.
I just got back from her place and she slipped and told me she was over the bank about something...I say.."Mom, how'd you get to the bank"...she said "I drove"! OMG!! All I could do was laugh.
Here's too all our Moms...amazing women!
She had surgery 6 weeks ago for colon cancer and then last week she was in the hospital (emergency) for blood pressure that was 293/92....NO KIDDING!!
She's not suppose to be driving or picking up anything more then 5 lbs.
I just got back from her place and she slipped and told me she was over the bank about something...I say.."Mom, how'd you get to the bank"...she said "I drove"! OMG!! All I could do was laugh.
Here's too all our Moms...amazing women!
"Paradise...it's a state of mine"
My mom is a rare breed - she loves and embraces technology, but sometimes it's not mutual - case in point:
She was on the leading edge of the mobile GPS movement, bought a Magellan that she always referred to as "Maggie".
I grew up in Melbourne, where I still live. A number of years ago, after her first retirement, mom moved back to Panama City, where she took care of her mom until she passed away. But she's always coming down here for birthdays, etc. (a few of my siblings still/once more live in the area as well), so she knows her way here, and her way around.
One of my sisters that lives in Indiana was visiting Orlando with her grandson and mom went to see them. It's an hour to an hour and a half drive that she can do with her eyes closed, but she let Maggie give her directions that turned it into a four hour trip!
She wouldn't say if there were any clowns involved or not, and there were no visible signs of cherry stains on her...
She was on the leading edge of the mobile GPS movement, bought a Magellan that she always referred to as "Maggie".
I grew up in Melbourne, where I still live. A number of years ago, after her first retirement, mom moved back to Panama City, where she took care of her mom until she passed away. But she's always coming down here for birthdays, etc. (a few of my siblings still/once more live in the area as well), so she knows her way here, and her way around.
One of my sisters that lives in Indiana was visiting Orlando with her grandson and mom went to see them. It's an hour to an hour and a half drive that she can do with her eyes closed, but she let Maggie give her directions that turned it into a four hour trip!
She wouldn't say if there were any clowns involved or not, and there were no visible signs of cherry stains on her...
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Love how this thread evolved into mom stories. Vicki ya can tell you have way more of us who love ya who cares about a few bad apples. Post more, come back and give us another great report with those awesome pics.
My mom is still pretty darn cool so I don't have any ageing mom stories. We like to go to Tumbleweeds on Margarrita Mondays and get a cheap buzz on and she always has the servers cracking up.
My mom is still pretty darn cool so I don't have any ageing mom stories. We like to go to Tumbleweeds on Margarrita Mondays and get a cheap buzz on and she always has the servers cracking up.
I thought Ruth's comments were hilarious...the scary part is our kids will be saying stuff klike this about us all too soon. Technology has come a long way in the last 50 years...my son was pretty damn good with a computer before he was three years old!...StJohnRuth wrote:My Mom calls her cell phone her "radio", and she calls the internet "the interweb".
-Ruth
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Embarrassed has two r's and two s's. I had to double check it this morning, so that's why I know. I never get that one right.
Okay, if you're serious, here's your lesson. These aren't actual dictionary definitions, just my explanation.
Tangential means diverting or digressing from the original point. Another form of the word "tangent." Tangents are what I tend to go on when telling stories, so it's necessary I know all about them, including the vocabulary associated with them.
Levity means bringing a sense of lightness to a heavy subject. I think the actual definition is something like "lightness of character or behavior."
Okay, if you're serious, here's your lesson. These aren't actual dictionary definitions, just my explanation.
Tangential means diverting or digressing from the original point. Another form of the word "tangent." Tangents are what I tend to go on when telling stories, so it's necessary I know all about them, including the vocabulary associated with them.
Levity means bringing a sense of lightness to a heavy subject. I think the actual definition is something like "lightness of character or behavior."
Vicki, Hi! This is the first I have seen about your experience and it makes me sad. I am a very minor player on this forum. I feel that I have a pretty good sense for people, you have been one of those that I had a good vibe from. I had also noticed that you had not been on too much lately, but just chalked it up to being too busy. I am so sorry to hear that others have managed to put you in a position where you have lost part of your love for the Forum. There are many of us who look forward to input from you and some of the other main players. I hope that you don't let others discourage you from participating in the forum, because the more the negative people push the good and positive people away the less the forum family has a chance to survive. Be happy and don't let people get ya down.
I am late to the party but I also feel that VickiH is a positive and welcome voice on the forum.
Relating to moms and comments - during our first big family trip to STJ, my mother seriously thought Hubs was going to send our infant son thru the X-ray belt, strapped in his carseat.
As we approached the belt, my mother yells at/to Hubs "please don't put him (our son) thru the x-ray machine in that seat!!!"
I can only imagine the comments from the mystery PM-er had I reported the thoughts/words relating to that event!
(I believe "do you think I am f-ing stupid" were involved.) They love each other but little sleep and a 6am security line wore on the nerves.
Relating to moms and comments - during our first big family trip to STJ, my mother seriously thought Hubs was going to send our infant son thru the X-ray belt, strapped in his carseat.
As we approached the belt, my mother yells at/to Hubs "please don't put him (our son) thru the x-ray machine in that seat!!!"
I can only imagine the comments from the mystery PM-er had I reported the thoughts/words relating to that event!
(I believe "do you think I am f-ing stupid" were involved.) They love each other but little sleep and a 6am security line wore on the nerves.
I have to share this. If my mom ever finds this forum, she'll likely bust my behind despite my age, but I can't resist. Before she managed to break the camera, here are the shots she took during the "turtle hunt" I took her on (she couldn't snorkel, so I put her on a float with a mask and pulled her across Maho Bay while I snorkeled and looked for the turtles; when I'd find one, she'd stick her face in and look).
Photo attempt #1: Sand.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554841/" title="Sand. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2237/249 ... 0d09_o.jpg" width="240" height="176" alt="Sand."></a>
Photo attempt #2: Her own face.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554859/" title="Mom's face. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/249 ... f281_o.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mom's face."></a>
Photo attempt #3: A turtle butt.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554853/" title="Turtle butt. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/249 ... f1cb_o.jpg" width="240" height="135" alt="Turtle butt."></a>
Classic mom. She is so cute.
Photo attempt #1: Sand.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554841/" title="Sand. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2237/249 ... 0d09_o.jpg" width="240" height="176" alt="Sand."></a>
Photo attempt #2: Her own face.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554859/" title="Mom's face. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/249 ... f281_o.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mom's face."></a>
Photo attempt #3: A turtle butt.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42427255@N00/2494554853/" title="Turtle butt. by Vicki_H, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/249 ... f1cb_o.jpg" width="240" height="135" alt="Turtle butt."></a>
Classic mom. She is so cute.
Well I just read through this entire thread and must say that I, for one, agree with the PM’er, and found Vicki’s comments extremely offensive.
You see, I once had a pet 3-legged elephant, and let me tell you this is nothing to make fun of. Some insensitive relatives always called him “Tripod”, and when he would try to run and play, he always ended up going in circles, eventually crashing over the neighbors' hedge, fence, etc. (The neighbors eventually gave up even trying to have anything nice in the way of landscaping... or automobiles.) One day, my MIL was playing fetch with Fluffy, and he got so dizzy chasing his little ball that he lost his balance, spun around suddenly, gouged my MIL’s eye out with his tusk and then fell on a clown, crushing him.
Well… Now that I think back on it, that actually was kind of cute.
But it was because of that incident that we realized it was far too dangerous to ever let him play with the kids again, so we did the only responsible thing we could do: We took him out to a deserted part of the country and left him on the side of the road. I had almost gotten over the trauma of that day… UNTIL NOW!!
So next time those of you blessed enough to have healthy, FOUR-legged elephants feel the need to have fun at the expense of those of us less fortunate, perhaps you’ll remember to try to be more sensitive.
You see, I once had a pet 3-legged elephant, and let me tell you this is nothing to make fun of. Some insensitive relatives always called him “Tripod”, and when he would try to run and play, he always ended up going in circles, eventually crashing over the neighbors' hedge, fence, etc. (The neighbors eventually gave up even trying to have anything nice in the way of landscaping... or automobiles.) One day, my MIL was playing fetch with Fluffy, and he got so dizzy chasing his little ball that he lost his balance, spun around suddenly, gouged my MIL’s eye out with his tusk and then fell on a clown, crushing him.
Well… Now that I think back on it, that actually was kind of cute.
But it was because of that incident that we realized it was far too dangerous to ever let him play with the kids again, so we did the only responsible thing we could do: We took him out to a deserted part of the country and left him on the side of the road. I had almost gotten over the trauma of that day… UNTIL NOW!!
So next time those of you blessed enough to have healthy, FOUR-legged elephants feel the need to have fun at the expense of those of us less fortunate, perhaps you’ll remember to try to be more sensitive.