tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80222640654297543532024-02-06T18:06:36.516-08:00Living Against Multiple SclerosisLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11573716961154159909noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-59984110323405090542015-01-01T17:51:00.000-08:002016-01-01T17:52:33.330-08:00Thursday, September 27, 2007 - Revisited~
Thursday, September 27, 2007 - Revisited
There's an elephant in my living room.
I live in a senior/disabled home facility. The old people are dropping like flies around here. I was taking care of a guy down the hall, whom I thought was about 70 years old or older. Turns out he was only 55. I'd make sure he was breathing every morning, fix him some toast, or help him into Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-72484104251915088772014-01-17T18:55:00.001-08:002014-01-17T18:55:21.756-08:00Three Subjects to Write AboutI've been thinking about friends allot lately.
I'm so frustrated with Multiple Sclerosis.
I'm so desperate to find a solution to what I call my "Leaving The House Syndrome".
So which has got me going enough to actually fire up the blog?
Dun dun dun...
Lordy, there's a drunk idiot yelling in the courtyard.
See how I'm trying to change the subject? &Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-67021509561513518762013-03-10T15:45:00.001-07:002013-03-10T16:48:53.513-07:00Bike Update and Other Stuff~
So today ends the first week I've had in San Francisco that has had me actually missing Idaho. The outpouring of caring and help over the loss of my bike has come from people back home and/or from the past. It makes me miss the people, AND the loss of security - Idaho just seems so much safer now. And the $$$ help from my son, mom, and sister, but also from the most Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-75430805456801426142013-03-06T19:16:00.001-08:002013-03-06T19:22:05.880-08:00Right in front of my face~
At some point or other, I bought these 2 sets of pots that I am planning on planting herbs someday. I first found the black set, and of course when I saw the white set... had to have them, right? Of course right.
I decided that I needed to raise the bunk bed a few inches, so that I can quit bumping my head on the upper bunk. So I went to the hardware store to buy those Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-24181896448106767492013-03-04T14:46:00.001-08:002013-03-04T21:22:14.757-08:00What Happened to my Trike? ~
Yesterday, I rode to the thrift shops, looking for a laundry hamper, a
toaster, an air popcorn popper, white shirts, a trash basket for under
the desk, etc. I found the cutest rain boots, black and white, (my colors!) with
little paw prints on them, for walking in the dewy grass at the park
every morning. We found everything I needed and by the time I got what I wanted
(thoseLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-48148957975583757352013-03-03T16:51:00.001-08:002013-03-03T16:51:29.538-08:00Independence~
Whenever I go somewhere, my first thought is "Can I do it on the bike?"
I have been volunteering for PAWS - Pets Are Wonderful Support, by walking an HIV positive, elderly man's dog on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. I use the trike because the dog pulls on the leash and is too strong for me to walk. I get to "give back" and feel useful to an organization that helps me with Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-91591356777919841362013-02-04T23:27:00.001-08:002013-02-04T23:27:15.350-08:00Sweating over clicking the mouse to pay dem bills~
February Heart a Day 4
Today was pay the bills day. It was hard. I had to tell the online thingy to pay the bills on the fourth since pay day fell on the 3rd - a Sunday. Yup. Sweaty work, that online banking.
Also got the new Visa card in the mail. Which means I have and high road/low road decision to make. Michael lent me $50Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-28888121531383839752013-02-02T23:30:00.000-08:002016-01-01T01:21:07.969-08:00He's gone, he's gone, he's really really gone~
February Heart a Day 2
Michael is out. Finally and for good. And unfortunately, on bad terms because I guess that's how he needs it to be.
I don't like being ignored. He promised to be out and then ignored it for 2 days, did not see or hear hide nor hair from him. I was TRYING not to react because I did not want him to leave on bad terms. So far, so good.&Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-31884343100204976422013-02-01T22:26:00.001-08:002013-02-01T22:26:36.280-08:00February - the Heart Month~
The hostess at a local restaurant. Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-48497755779060079822013-01-31T11:55:00.005-08:002013-02-01T23:55:34.324-08:00That's what friends are for?Someone I see everyday said to me that she was worried about me because she could see that I was gaining weight.
Huh.
Hmmm.
I just don't know what to think. Of her, I mean.
I did go home and weigh myself. 222lbs. Still not 240, which was my highest, but 222 is still FAR too high.
HeWhoLikesMe and I sorta kinda challenged each other to lose some weight while he's out of town for 2 Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-56952200197137793682013-01-10T12:32:00.000-08:002013-01-14T04:07:41.167-08:00Sleep, sleep, how I love thee...~
A couple of days ago, I went to a volunteer orientation for a place
called "Muttville". It's a rescue center for senior dogs. I ended up
staying for about 5 hours, cause it was so fun.
But I
had to leave Annie home, because no "stranger" dogs allowed in case the
senior dogs are carrying disease. Last week, I took Annie to the vet,
to update her shots. I'd forgottenLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-79228905326339806792013-01-07T12:00:00.000-08:002013-01-13T18:56:28.136-08:00MS attacked me in a different way todayYesterday was not a good day. Even tho it looked like it for the most part, cause I'm good at hiding what's bothering me if you don't know me very well, which is kind of handy in a place you're fairly new to. Unless you live with me. As Michael can attest to. He received a good blast of my anger, which I later apologized for - one thing about him... he doesn't ever seem toLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-12374689160220739392013-01-05T12:00:00.000-08:002013-01-06T22:59:59.699-08:00I'm a Genius
~
Except for the part where it took 4 hours for me to design the squares...
Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-11712580175371481642012-12-25T16:09:00.002-08:002012-12-25T16:10:41.134-08:00Merry Christmas 2012~
Baking the banana bread that wasn't meant to be, and shouldn't have been cause it messed up Michael's Christmas dinner he's fixing for us. First I couldn't find the bread pans. Went to 2 thrift shops and a dollar store, finally finding the foil ones. Then I couldn't find bananas gone bad enough. That took 4 shops. Then I couldn't find the energy to do it. Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-74012192834327362532012-12-21T09:00:00.000-08:002012-12-21T09:00:02.535-08:00There's no Need to Fear... Underdog is Here~
Today was a bit sobering. I had a billion things to do, and a schedule to keep.
Annie and I walked the 6 blocks to Walgreen's, to put some money on my Clipper card. When you hear the double beep on the bus, it means there's no more money on your card and you're very regretful about being so judgmental about people who get on and don't pay. I soothe my conscious by asking the Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-78242011591384034782012-12-20T20:00:00.000-08:002012-12-23T13:57:30.989-08:00My Brother Dan(December 20, 2012 - I wrote this shortly after my brother died. Forgive the past and present pronouns that I kept messing up.) I couldn't tell you how long ago that was... me and numbers never got along. Specially numbers that involve memory. My sister went to California with me, and I'd love to know her memories too.
My brother Dan was the "bad kid" in the Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-73902536489101967482012-12-19T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-19T12:00:05.557-08:00Dumb Ways to DieLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-56654414874640615592012-12-18T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-18T12:00:06.835-08:00Puppy chases leashLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-41910662931491146382012-12-17T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-17T12:00:00.784-08:00The Mangiest stray dog in Thailand (Trolling Dog)Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-36592672785890468452012-12-16T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-16T12:00:04.802-08:00Clint Bowyer And Jeff Gordon Fight! Crew Fight in Garage! FULLLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-48664776095066822472012-12-15T12:00:00.001-08:002012-12-16T11:30:09.200-08:00Thank you, Mom Pom! And Recycling.~
My mom made me a hat in my favorite colors... black, whites, and gray. Love it. Love love love it! Hank wondered how she knew that most of my clothes are black, white, and grays. Hmmm.. is that a good thing that he has noticed? Is he trying to tell me he doesn't like my wardrobe? Great. I'm sure of it.
The Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-30142873898408389782012-12-13T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-13T12:00:03.109-08:00Ruidoso Bear Rescue MissionLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-36639756664291314362012-12-12T12:00:00.000-08:002012-12-12T12:00:05.060-08:00Which is the Guilty DogLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-76153259941578324272012-11-25T16:05:00.001-08:002012-11-25T16:07:10.532-08:00You Go Girl. No, I Mean it. Go. ~
Annie and I seem to be having a ... poop-off. Much like a stand-off. I should make it clear. Annie is having it - not me. A poop-off doesn't require ME doing the poo. Just to clarify.
I fell asleep last night without taking her out for her last restroom break. Her last time out was 4pm, and normally I'd take her out again around 11 or 12pm.
So Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022264065429754353.post-16861120301664456782012-11-12T19:58:00.000-08:002016-01-01T20:01:52.294-08:00He Wasn't There and It Was All My Fault...~
I've received a couple of emails asking me if I'm okay, because the last few posts don't sound like me, and why am I going back there? Back there being The Past.
It's because 2 or 3 weeks ago, I called the father of my children and asked for his help so that we could be better parents to our kid. I made the call based on the fact that we have been on cautious friendly terms Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789445384743196519noreply@blogger.com0