All this talk about wine really has me peeee--oooood!!!! Ever since my stupid, miserable, lousy #%&#% MS (Grrrrrr) has progressed, just one little sip of wine, any color, gives me an instant headache!!!! Not fair!!! My pretty wine glasses just aren't the same filled with Pepsi!!

And Jean -- your bravery and hubby's willingness to serve our country touched my heart. Hugs to you and God Bless you both.

Well, here we are again. Saturday morning, and I even slept in until . . . 6:30 a.m., when my youngest child woke me up to announce proudly that he would be playing quietly by himself so I could rest. (This is the same child who is impossible to rouse on school mornings, of course, and usually has to be dragged out of his nest.)

Sally, I love the screw-on lid idea. Have you considered what else has screw-on lids? Like rum? It's cold and windy outside, and a hot toddy would be just the thing. I will be thinking of you this morning all wrapped up in something warm as you go about your day, expertly dodging the wine splotches on your floor . . .

Good morning, Mark. Pablo would be honored to join this group. May I say that as always, you know the way to the hearts of the forum members -- through our little purple feet.

Nancy! Hurray! In the spirit of the smiley face, let us break from the curmudgeonly feeling and take a moment for a lovely feel-good anthem:

"The 59th Street Bridge Song"

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.

Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.

Jean, I am so sorry you're having a tough time. I have three children, and I know I feel terrible about how my MS affects my parenting and our whole family. I know what you mean about being tired, about being impatient. It's also that much more difficult when you're by yourself -- I'm a single parent; your husband is in Iraq.

You don't need to be done venting. Venting is great. Venting helps. Please, vent! That's what this thread is for!

Susan: do I understand correctly that you dropped into this thread just to brag? Hmph. Perhaps when you come out of the basement you'll be appropriately depressed and have something useless to add, like a new recipe for a brain mold. (That's what I'm really depending on you for, you know . . .)

Judy, I'm sorry to hear that your beverages are restricted. It's frustrating to see your world shrinking, no matter which area is involved. However, have you considered Dr. Pepper? At least it's a pretty color . . . purple again!

Had an elderly neighbor once---after 4 years we actually became friends. My husband and I got into the habit of calling him 'mudgeon'.(Perfect fit for him)

One day his wife was chatting with us at the intersection of our backyards. I forgot myself and referred to him as 'mudgeon'. She asked...my husbad choked and I explained...and I'll never forget her laughter that I can still hear although 'The Mudgeons' have long since passed by.

Linda
Hi Bluesky!

Okay...I'm gonna ask it...what does curmudgeolnly mean? Sorry for the intrusion and silly question.

I'm assuming a 'rant all you want' thread? Which is great!

Just don't expect me to say anything bad about my wine. LOL...Sangria is my best friend some days.

Jmak, A special hug for you and your hubby. My thoughts are with you both.

The contractor's late,
Inspector delayed
Or into the pool
We've have got and there stayed.

Our therapy room with spa for water exercise should have been up and running by July but one thing after another has intervened to keep it from being finished. Dave's starting to insulate and once that's done there has to be another inspection before the walls and ceilings can go in or the floor can be laid. Then another inspection before the final electric finished. So the hydrotherapy will have to wait a few more weeks.

What happened to the good old days when you could build something and move into it without outside intervention? After the design was approved and building permit obtained, the inspector made the builder reinforce all of the window frames in case of hurricane. I guess we should appreciate this but right now....

Oh...it's good to see so many of the familiar finding their way back here.

And Here I thought all the curmudgeons left to go live at Plaintalk (at www.multiplesclerosissucks.com) I be wrong

Some of them did. Some stayed. Some didn't. The address changed too.

I am sitting here with my chin in my hand looking around the room trying to think of a gripe. Since I usually can come up with numerous gripes in just one day, I feel sort of light headed not having one at the tip of my tongue. Its similar to that feeling when you come out of a big store and don't know where your car is parked.

And the ones I can think of seem so small, so inconsquential to bring forth before such august curmudgies. Let's see-

My right side shoe lace will not tie as tight as the left one and I don't know why not. I put the same effort into the tie but it always feels just a smidgeon more loose or is it looser?

My old sweet dog with a bad back jumped off the bed and aggravated it so now he's hurting and I must give him meds and keep him quiet/still.

I went out to dinner and they served coffee in dinky little cups and only filled the cup about half full. So after asking for many refills, waiting interminably long between each one, it probably only equaled 1 1/2 mugs.

I'm sorry. I will work on my complaints and try to come up with meatier ones soon. m

I don't know M, I think those complaints were perfectly curmudgeonly. I liked 'em. There is nothing worse than having one shoe feel "more looser" Ha, than the other.

And cofee in dinky cups...bah! Only tea is supposed to be served that way. Darn Restuarant is just try to save a buck, the tightwads.

You done good Kid!

My husband woke this morning to say he's had a great night's sleep but for some reason had awakened tired.

(Be glad you're not married to me)
I responded with , it was a terrible night. You insisted on the fan because it was near 70 (but raining) and it filled the room with humid warm air and the sheets are damp and I kept waking feeling sticky and miserable all because you didn't want to put the A/C on because we're into fall already.

And...the dog was restless and I was up to put her out three times while you blissfully snored away with your earplugs in.

And...she still wet her bed twice anyway so now I have to wash it and give the dog a bath to get the urine out of her fur.


He then has the audacity to suggest that we move our bedroom upstairs and leave the pets downstairs. Yeah, right! The dog tears up rugs and climbs on the couch and destroys the cushions when we're not near her and she's too lame to make it upstairs and you won't let the vet put her down because she's "just old" and not in visible pain although she can't see or hear or control her bladder and keeps tipping over!

Does that rant qualify as crudmudgeonly?