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So sorry Bunny and Dobie. :hugs

And DD, it sounds like you are better off without her!! Addiction is a terrible thing. Makes people do and say things they never would otherwise.

And that story actually reminds me of one my friend once told me. She was in the city and there was this homeless person there that asked for money and instead she gave him a sandwich. He got all mad. He didn’t want it for food, we suspected he wanted it for alcohol or drugs. It’s sad, really. :/

I saw another guy, on TV, one of those drug shows, who would go out with his dog and a sign about being a homeless vet and he’d talk about his dog if they asked, said he was his best buddy, and he’s had him like 11 years, etc. and I think all that was true: he loved that dog and I’m pretty sure he really was a vet BUT he didn’t spend the money on the dog or food or rent or anything. He went right back and spent it on drugs. And he’d tell the camera people stuff like “oh I made enough to buy a rock of crack today” or whatever it was. Of course he made tons of money being a vet and being so personable and with a cute dog. Lots of families with kids gave him money I think and tons of other people. Sad. Although actually I remember that episode made me mad that he could take advantage of people like that and represent vets that way. But just goes to show you can’t trust anybody these days.

Anyway, my dad still smokes but he at least does it outside. Although he never goes very far away from the door or from you :rolleyes:

He quit for a few years but then his friend came up to visit a few years ago or maybe it was closer to 5 now and he started back up and hasn’t quit yet. I keep trying to get him to quit again. He loved when he did.

And I never have and will never touch either (cigarettes or alcohol) because cigarettes are just plain nasty and I’ve seen what alcohol does firsthand and want no part in it. Plus alcohol is nasty too. Had a sip or two a couple times. It was gross lol
 
Gee I don't smoke, don't gamble, don't drink (hate the taste) don't even write my phone number on bathroom walls. Guess life has passed me by. Thank goodness.

My friends were smoking pot in elementary school.A couple committed suicide (not blaming that on pot or drinking) they just did! Never went to class reunions because I wanted just to picture them the way they were, young and full of fun.

None the less ,one friend ran into me at the customer service counter at Marshalls. She knew me at once (probably same hair cut)and introduced herself. Good thing,I had no idea who she was. She brought me up to date about a guy I had a crush on - said he was bald. So what? Also married - :(.

Said my old BF never got married and his sister hated my guts because I broke up with him. Guess I was smarter when I was young. He was totally controlling .

Also cruel, if I didn't want to do what he planned he'd say there's a bunch of of "little girls," that would love to go out with him. Duh, that made me aware of why he picked me. Lots of short girls but I was the only one shorter than him.

Then the tall guys discovered me. My theory is because I am petite, I was the closest they could get to molesting a child. I don't mind being 72 but, wonder why I lasted so long when many of my friends have died years ago. My two best friends (from dog show days) years younger than me, passed away.

Just can't figure out what my purpose is in life. Feel like the last piece of sh - t in the corner , dog show saying. Asked Siri what was the meaning of life. No answer.

Asi es like vida? Morituri te salutamos ? fractured latin. Nevermind
 
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Good morning Cafe.

Sorry to hear about your mother, Bunny.

We had some pretty intense thunderstorms go through again yesterday. They knocked out the power here for 5 hours.

On the way home with another load of wood mulch was when it first hit. I was driving down front street when DH and I both noticed a large tree branch leaning on the power lines. At the exact moment I drove past, they grounded together and a HUGE flash, sparks and boom sounded. I swear I felt it. I floored the accelerator and shot down the road a good quarter mile. I was shaking like a leaf.

My Mom was also admitted to the hospital Wednesday. My useless nephew who lives with her is on his much needed vacation from his exhausting job that has him working 12 to 20 hours a week so Mom was alone and had to call an ambulance. I was at work and didn't hear about it until she called me from the ER. She couldn't breath. She is on oxygen and "respiratory therapy". She still sounds short of breath.

When I suggested maybe it's time to lose the cigarettes she gets very defensive. This is one of those situations that I can do nothing about... except feed her cat for her and visit her.
My Grandma was like that with smoking. She Finally did quit a year after being diagnosed with emphysema( did not call it COPD back then).
 
Gee I don't smoke, don't gamble, don't drink (hate the taste) don't even write my phone number on bathroom walls. Guess life has passed me by. Thank goodness.

My friends were smoking pot in elementary school.A couple committed suicide (not blaming that on pot or drinking) they just did! Never went to class reunions because I wanted just to picture them the way they were, young and full of fun.

None the less ,one friend ran into me at the customer service counter at Marshalls. She knew me at once (probably same hair cut)and introduced herself. Good thing,I had no idea who she was. She brought me up to date about a guy I had a crush on - said he was bald. So what? Also married - :(.

Said my old BF never got married and his sister hated my guts because I broke up with him. Guess I was smarter when I was young. He was totally controlling .

Also cruel, if I didn't want to do what he planned he'd say there's a bunch of of "little girls," that would love to go out with him. Duh, that made me aware of why he picked me. Lots of short girls but I was the only one shorter than him.

Then the tall guys discovered me. My theory is because I am petite, I was the closest they could get to molesting a child. I don't mind being 72 but, wonder why I lasted so long when many of my friends have died years ago. My two best friends (from dog show days) years younger than me, passed away.

Just can't figure out what my purpose is in life. Feel like the last piece of sh - t in the corner , dog show saying. Asked Siri what was the meaning of life. No answer.

Asi es like vida? Morituri te salutamos ? fractured latin. Nevermind
You are very big on BYC!

:hugs
 
Speaking of failure...
I borrowed an air rifle with the grand intention of thinning out the rat population here.
I got the right pellets and I think the gun is powerful enough.
So, I made myself comfortable on the ground at bed time feeding which is when the rats tend to join in for supper with my eye fixed to the scope feeling very hunter like.
A rat did join in with Tribe 2 and I got a shot and killed it. It wasn't one of the parents but it was one rat less.
To the left of my stake out position is the double banked rockery which is where the rats live. There is a colossal tale of stupidity relevant to the growth in population which I may tell another day.
I picked up the dead rat and resumed my position.
I can hear the rats squeaking in the rockery above and every now and then one would rush through the undergrowth and disappear into one of the many openings in the stone work.
There is no way I can fix a new target at that speed. I'm counting on the rats sitting by the feed trays long enough for me to take aim.
I've spent half an hour or so each evening lying on the ground, sweating, eye glued to the scope as the rats chatted and romped about a couple of metres away in the rockery. If they could throw stones I'm pretty sure I would have been subjected to a hail of small missiles.:rolleyes:
I can't help feeling that I'm wasting my time and they know I'm out to get them.:he
 
Lunch today was some rotisserie chicken from Market Basket along with vegetables from my garden. :D just some summer squash and my first cucumber I picked yesterday but still. Of course I kinda basically fried them in olive oil :oops: but still better than no vegetables I guess. And most of the cucumber I ate raw but wanted to try a few slices in the oil. Nowhere near as good as the squash though haha anyway, I don’t put any breading or anything on it, just heat up the oil hot and brown it on both sides in a fry pan, so not really sure it could be called fried? But still should probably steam them or bake them or something next time haha but for now it’s good. Cucumber was good. Pretty watery/flavorless though. But good. Put a bit of cranberry sauce on the chicken too ha

Anyway, we have 4 more squashes (and likely more on the vine), an eggplant, 6 giant jalapeños (jalapeño gigante, bigger than regular jalapeños), 2 lemon drop (hot) peppers, and tons of green beans, all from my garden, and of course tons more chicken if anybody is hungry! Unfortunately we only had the one cucumber. But there’s still some raw slices left if somebody hurries. :lau
 
Hey good morning Cafe thanks Shad needed that coffee okay admit smoked from 13 to 56 asked BF if I get chantix we do it together first try big fail (failed 8 times before, no will)
so asked doc for chantix again he said yes took it three days said okay I am done patting me on the back still not to say I would smoke it if handed to me nope will not go buy one
 
Hey good morning Cafe thanks Shad needed that coffee okay admit smoked from 13 to 56 asked BF if I get chantix we do it together first try big fail (failed 8 times before, no will)
so asked doc for chantix again he said yes took it three days said okay I am done patting me on the back still not to say I would smoke it if handed to me nope will not go buy one
Good for you Penny!
 

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