Discussion in 'Introductions' started by Postmaster, Feb 18, 2005.
Can you get stools that small?
Painful, but worth it I think. How are you doing?
Errrrr... oh never mind...
How are you doing?
Not bad ... one foot in front of the other ...
Similar really. Bad stuff, good stuff. Joy and sorrow. And cake. Always cake.
And :kitty:s! Can't forget the ubiquitous :kitty:s! Or am I mistaken?
Ooh no. Always kitties. (Snoopy was a contented kitten to the end of his 20+ years).
How are you doing?
The more I interact with neighbors/family, the more I appreciate The Trio (except when Tomodachi takes up a strip of our queen-size bed [he has either Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest :kitty:s in his family tree!]) Tovarish has escaped again, this time to the third storey (I had to retrieve her. *shake head*)
What I have found is zero use in complaining...or often even stating facts. Unless it is to my doctor..the pains, angina, vertigo, lack of energy...some are obvious amd cant be hid...but most the time I slow down, try to pace myself, take less risk, dont offer to help...opposite of what I have done all my life...but bitching about health circumstances does not make them better. My reality improves by changing my outlook.
And a change in attitude about my response to how I feel...that has value....to me.
You know where you are with a cat.
Me too. I'm the same as my cats. It's a need to know basis. And I consider there's usually no need to know.
Sorry, I'm off topic here. Major fault of my online personage.
Great to have you here, and actually posting rather than just lurking, lol
I didn't think my pic would actually load
Yestersay. Weather still bad here
68 in Sept
Big Brother is watching you, lol
Hanging in there. Coming up on 20 years at work, vacillating back and forth over retiring. If I can't go up after 20, I may as well go out.
Broke my neck a few years back, lucky not to be quad, fused now from C3 to T4, but I am upright and mobile, just can't dance a jig or run a marathon.
How about you?
Roughage....lots and lots of roughage.
Civil partnership. Big birthday - hand-fed big cats. Redundancy/retirement. Epilepsy. Glaucoma. Cataracts. Veganish. Still running. Fallen in love with classical music. Lost my mum, my aunt and two cats. Blogger. That'll do!
I mean a milking stool that small!
Sheesh ... your minds, dudes!
No, there's always gold in that prima materia.
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