Thank you all well wishers, but I never stay down for long.....heh, heh. It wasn't the fumes...it was me...I am not 'right'.

Sorry about the book covers Billye....can't help it....I am a bad dog.

And yes, let's blame Glenn...it was all his idea...the wolves were his idea... so was the tongue and the mailbox... Which incidentally I decided against, as I thought the EMS might get mad given all the snow and stuff...didn't want them to call out the plow first... which on occassion they have to do...I figured if the plow came first, the mailbox would be gone, and I would be with all the other roadkill, down the road, in the neighbor's driveway...along with empty bottles of our 'official state beverage'....and my neighbor would be out there looking to see if there was anything left in the bottles.

(It's ok Glenn....I won't hold any of this against you.)

This kind of 'episode' has been happening for 20 years or so....any repetitive motion brings this on....if I have no 'good stuff' at home I have to hit the ER...or if it lasts 3 days, I have to go to the ER because I dehydrate. I don't throw up, I erupt. I can hit a target 10 feet away. I am the artillery of vomitting.

If I go to the ER, they always give me that little basin and I say, "You have got to be kidding, bring me the tub thing, that stack of paper towels, and 'CLEAR'." For a week afterwards I have a 6 pack....my abs...LOL. Of course, I can't move I am so sore.

I could hit a target 10 feet away....I aim for the smiley faced pain scale....number '10' in English 'Worst Pain Ever'....in Spanish, something about 'dolor'...anyway, the red faced guy that looks distressed, I aim for him.

They come running back with the 'anti-emetic' while some poor nurse stands downwind and tries to get an IV in....After they get the anti-puke drug in I get the good stuff....see, no one wants to clean up the track to Mr. Smiley face pain scale. ( I don't blame them---once I got this after having chile)

They started me on Baclofen (oral-obvioulsy)....so far so good....amazing how it takes down the spasms....even my feet ones, which have nothing to do with painting...I am good, but not that good.

Baclofen working on this, is interesting and perhaps a bit diagnostic. However, Baclofen does enhance other meds, so, right now, even Darvon makes me loopy....gotta watch what I take and when...it is wearing off a bit, now, so, I suppose I will have to take something substantial before tonight.

As far as fragile, Billye, 'Fragile' is in my china cabinet, and just sits there looking pretty. I am 'cute', but my looks won't carry me far anymore...add my medical problems and I don't think I would have a dating pool if I were ever single. One look in the linen closet and if the guy didn't run, he would be a keeper....or else kinky.....well, luckily, I am not in the dating pool....I could fool the unsuspecting fella....not many folks with what ever in the heck I got, go running with wolves, nor painting 'Ostrich Feather' on their walls. Since I do not know for sure what it is I have, I can do this stuff.....PN is not enough of a reason not to paint....nor run semiclothed with raw meat strapped to my behind and run with wolves.

I am far to cantakerous and ADHD to ever be fragile...I will go out running with wolves, or the mountain lion, which we really do have here....official DNR press release. I knew I saw one in 1990, and they all told us we were nuts....NOW, NOW we have one...they even tested the urine...yep, mountain lion...we have no mountains, so I don't know why he likes it here...must be good eatin'. Must hit the dumpsters on Friday nights after Fish Fries.

I did see a wolf, twice, same place up north of here about 100 miles....where we used to live......saw him twice, same place and same time, 5am on my way to MN.

Coyotes were out last week....in force....
my dogs were out at the same time, doing duty, and the dumb things didn't even see them and they were inside my lot line...prints were still there (no more---not after that last big snow---looks more like the dunes at the beach)....

Hubby saw them (he sees everything out there--my son has his vision, which brought him home alive from Iraq---they even asked him if he wanted to be a sniper---he said 'no'),

Anyway hubby ran out there, apparently unafraid of coyotes, because, 'yellow dog' didn't come back and was out of visual range in the dark....so he went running out to rescue her...the dopey boy dogs sat there all foamy and drooling for a bone because they did their duty. I have underground electrical fencing for dogs, so I dont have to worry....my dogs go nowhere.

They are hunting coyotes lately, so they are running all over. They must have decided to migrate to the woods near us...Yellow dog was fine, she came back....she just wanted privacy to go. At times I think she shares my issues.

We are under an uncharacteristically deep blanket of snow...going on 80 plus inches for the year, and our big snow month is March....gee can hardly wait...more coming tomorrow, plus a 3 dog night predicted tomorrow night. I dunno, somewhere in the actual temp of -10 range. Our lowest ever was an unofficial -60 actual temp in Rice Lake, WI....the official was a bit warmer, but I believe Rice Lake. Hasn't gotten that cold in decades, and likely won't unless the Atlantic Conveyor stops due to Greenland glaciers melting....

Boy I would love to be an archeologist in Greenland....it once supported 22 churches and a cathedral...back in the day, around the year 1000AD.

Bob---what is wrong with your friend......83 degree's cold??? Send me his pic, next time I get sick, and I will aim for IT.

Oh, and the quote for the day, which we all endeavor to live by:

Far better it is to dare mighty things,
to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure,
than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt
26th president of US (1858 - 1919)

Picture me with my paint roller riding a bike and toting a can of 'Ostrich Feather' Dutch Boy.... On second thought....don't.

Thanks for all your concerns....you can see, I survived with only minimal brain damage.

folks who live in warm climes ALWAYS tell you how wonderful it is there! Except in the summer, ever notice that?
Always blame all 'lapses' on the meds...it's a legitimate excuse. Very legit.
As for the 'womiting'? As Grommit would say...I'd aim for their shoes! That way you leave a lasting souvenier and good memory! I don't know but it's probably better than it coming out elsewhere - You would have to ask Kmeb about that issue.

Here, weatherwise? Had to go out for the annual Dexa test...Warming up the car...Ice 1/2-1/2" on all windows. YUCK! Surprised I'd gotten the key in the door and the beast started....did the 'lever' for the electric windows and whad'ya know? I had another window? OF ICE! Kind of therapeutic to KNOCK it all out! Our weather twidgies here got it all WRONG for our forecast! Got about 1/2" ice where none should be...supposed to get rain. I'd be running around screaming in frustrations too at this time, IF: a] I could run, and b] It wasn't do danged slippy slidey!
I do believe the weather gods wherever they may be are taking revenge on us for something...sure wish I knew what.. However, we did have a whole 'flock' of robins here late last week! Hope they aren't icicles somewhere now..this is super early for them!
TROPICAL THOUGHTS TO ALL!!!! - j

Wow! That is something. I would LOVE to see all of that snow... I miss it sooo much... I know... I know... I am not shoveling it now... Well, I did miss it when my Dad was shoveling it... Not telling age here, but those were in the days when girls could not wear jeans or slacks to school, when you were freezing to death...

A couple of items here possibly worth questioning... About Glenn... I know I have missed reading some posts, and am having a, eh, somewhat hard time tying together wolves, a tongue and a mailbox... Maybe I shouldn't even ask about this one...

And then we have Billye:

"Then last night it stormed and I have to sleep on the couch with my little dog who is terrified of storms. (don't ask, long story)"

Now this would be an interesting subject. Are we not supposed to ask about why hubby made you sleep on the couch, or why your little dog is terrified of storms...

Ahhh... Deep in the heart of Texas, it is 56 degrees here, the sun is shining, I wish I were somewhere laying out in the sun, but my bathing suit swore it would leave home, if I ever tried to cram myself into it again... Maybe Bob's friend will invite us all down for a PN recovery week...

You guys better take it easy. You know you are going to PAY tomorrow...

Cathie

Yes, I heard DC got ice....nothing like a good ice storm...

I hear a prominent DC official hit the pavement...I guess he figured you could walk on ice...that scares me.

BTW Billye....if you did all that stuff yesterday...YOU can't lecture me..... You are just as bad of a doggie as I am....you are as tough of a coot as I am. Should we blame Glenn for your issues too??? Why not.....We have really pummelled the poor guy, and he is such a good egg.....Glenn....we do this cuz we know you can take it.

I really think we are all going nutz! I'm so cold I've got on pj's, fleecy robe and arm and hand warmers. The temp is hovering at about 60-63 degrees. The heat's not running as a result of the similarity in the indoor and outdoor temp. I'm wearing sandals and no socks tho. Can't stand shoes.

I've noticed a thread of thought all thru the different forums that tell me the winter weather is getting to all of us. And frankly Cycleops, I'm worried about you.

Sleeping with my dog? She's a chihuahua wih a terrible fear of storms. They call it "storm hysteria". We have a memory foam mattress and she has short bristly hair that sticks into the mattress. I also have 2 more of the chi's. (yeah, I know insane!) The house is divided in half with our living room, bedrooms and baths on one side of a half door and the dogs half of the house on the other side. They all sleep on a leather loveseat but.. When it storms, she sits and chirps loudly,..frantically on her side of the door. My husband isn't good enough, she's got to have her "mama", nothing stops her. As soon as I bed down on the couch in her half of the house, she gives a huge rattling sigh and goes to sleep with me.

I told you not to ask. yeah..I'm nutz too.

Billye

Kick up the thermostat and curse the Saudi king....why not?

My yellow dog is bigger than your three dogs combined....you need a yellow dog...nice chubby fat yellow lab.....body heat.

You know the Inuit measure temperature by the number of dogs needed to sleep with at night to keep one warm....hence, three dog night.

Tomorrow night is a three dog night (-30 with windchill, I do not know what the real temp will be, I suppose -10 or so)....but, the dog has to be at least 50 pounds to do much good.....the less bony the better. My yellow dog snores.....she is the lady, but she snores....my 95 pounder is a silver lab and he is a mama's boy....he cries if he can't come in the room....junior is their progeny and bony....the runt...... lately we are trying to train them not to come in, because they have to go to the kennel in May, and he might just have a nervous breakdown due to serious separation anxiety. Separation anxiety in a dog that huge is not a pretty thing.

HA Ha, boy that oh boy went down,we still have my Grannies ice shoes.
She lived high up on a hill. When I went down the hill,we would get
out early and my brother and I try to go down the hill on our sledes,
We would always end up in those high drain ditches..Grannie would come
down find us crying. She would have a flyswatter and ice shoes and bandaids
just in case..On with the shoes and out of her apron nice warm
bisquits.yum yum ,then get on up tp that house do you want to kill
yourself??? We were eating and crying,because everytime she fussed
she would hit us in the but with the flyswatter,but those bisguits
and that home made jam hmmm heaven.Everybody parked there cars if they
hand one,down at the bottom of the hill,they would take the City bus
to the Shoe factory,then along came the school buses,we had to sit
on ice to chance shoes ,no ice shoes on the bus,I couldn't wait to get on
the bus,hoped there would be a seat,it was hard for the girls to get up
outside,buts would be stuck to to the ice covered sidewalk,but I always
got a seat,my brother saved me one. And all the way to the school my but
would defrost..Then we moved to Mi. Mom lied said we would love how
warm it was going to be. Oh sure no schoolbuses ,no warm bisquits
just frozen legs ,and listening to the music all night,we lived over a
Polish dance hall.

I had to get my picc cleaned and fooled whith today, A poor old lady
could't hold it coming through the door she had a walker and a massive
amount of Diahrhea with hit the floor and Bob's new shoes, She started to cry and good old Bob in his loud voice said ahhh don't worry Sue over
there does that all the time..I'm thinking I do what???But there was,
never mind....Anyway I was thinking of doing my own painting,but
I changed my mind..Good old Bob is cleaning his shoes,lucky guy he
can't smell to well. Feel better C,get some rest,back to dentist
Friday,hide me... Hugs to all Sue

Cyclops - duh - never knew where the band 3 Dog Night got their name - learned something today! A friend has two big fat (overweight) labs - one is 120 lbs - and loves to lay right on top of a person as they lay on the couch - its impossible to move unless she decides to get up... but they are great dogs....

Weather does seem to be relative to what we are used too - to me its the only part of the year here that is really bearable - I melt at about 65 and above - and with summers going for days over 105 or so - I'll take the cold any day and trade you guys!

SS - used to get chased around with a flyswat too - was supposed to be a punishment but it just made up kids giggle and got us in more trouble - not really an effective way to instill discilpline is it?

Billye - you know I'd do anything for my critter - dont blame you for keeping your little mop cozy!


Dahlek - should we send a sledge hammer???? Sounds like fun (NOT)......

Oh, and Mrs D - just make sure your mailman is a happy camper at the holidays!!!!!

Stay warm/cool/safe everyone.....

You guys are hilarious... And you have to love that Bob trying to make the poor old lady feel better... Poor thing... Boy, he is quick with the words... Bet you had a hard time keeping a straight face, SS...

Billye: We have divisions here in our house for our 3 Yorkies too... 3 Yorkies times 4 pounds=12 pounds of dogs... It works like this. We have a king size bed. They take their half out of the middle...

Guess we are all nutz...

Cathie