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[microchick]

micro, look into Gloria Vanderbilt shorts. I like the City Shorts. They're expensive, unless you catch them on sale, so wait until you see them on sale, then grab more than 1 pair.

I love the GV stretch denim jeans. I am short waisted so it is hard to find regular jeans that fit. Either the waist fits or the legs don't or the legs fit and the waist is too short. Her stretch denim is a perfect fit for me. I'll look to see if I can find some on Amazon. Thanks for the tip.

 

[pennyJo1960]

I wear the GV jeans guess creature of habit. First time ever could buy ladies pants jeans where even worse ...
Costco had her jeans for 14.99 bought a couple got home damn they fit good.. Do have to wear a belt, but do not look like I have someones elses jeans on
name on them says Amanda

 

[microchick]

GV's aren't bad priced what's bad is that Amazon doesn't have hardly any in my size unless they are white. Know what the life expectancy of white jeans are out here in dirt central?

Also looking at Levi stretch denims. May try a bunch of both with Prime wardrobe.

 

[pennyJo1960]

Haaa, Haaa size is relative I have shrunk 1 1/2 inches
I turn 61 this year if I make 80 I will be a midget

 

[microchick]

I've shrunk some but not a lot. About an inch by last measurements. Surprised with the disc problems I have that it isn't more.

Mom made it to 79 but had a LOT wrong with her physically. Dad to 94. He had stuff wrong with him but I think mom would have lived longer if she had taken her diabetes more seriously.

Me? I'm shooting for 100! You know that song, If you Only Have 100 Years to Life? That's my mantra. 100 years!

 

[pennyJo1960]

Before Grandma lost her thinking.. She said her regret living so long all her friends had passed.. She left the farm when I did to take care of her Brother .. Tell ya what loved him dearly also .. He was a favorite visitor on the farm.. He always brought his "friend".
He was long before it was alright in most eyes .. Still never changed my view of them either..
I was rasied to accept all as they are

 

[ronott1]

Okay @CSolis, I won't tell you, LOL. I don't think those are roosters though. Nothing screams cock a doodle do at me from the pictures.

Well my morning went to hell in a hand basket rapidly.

First of this month my rheumy's office called me to reschedule the appointment I had on the 13th. Some office meeting or something. No big deal, they scheduled me for today at 10:30. A week or so later, they call me back to make sure I had been rescheduled. I assured them yes I had, gave them the date I had and told them that I HAD to keep that appointment no more reschedules because I was having a flare in my feet and I wanted to hold off taking meds until I saw the PA and she could document what was going on. When I talked to my DO, he agreed with me.

So I cowgirled up, put on my big girl panties and and have been hobbling around here until today telling myself, only a few more days. They will give me a shot of steroids and anti inflammatory Toradol and in 24 hours no more foot pain.

So I gets myself up, get ready, drive the 16 miles plus to the big city, Pick up our meat order at Hyvee and get it in coolers, then skedaddle back the way I came to their office, which is also the office that I see for my Prolia shot, stand outside and call them. When I finally get somebody to answer the phone and tell them I'm here for my 10:30 appointment, I hear dead silence on the other end of the line. Next I'm being told that they don't have me down for an appointment and the PA isn't even there.

Long story short, they had document that they had called me to reschedule my April 13th appointment but nobody had entered the new appointment into the system. Blah blah blah. I asked if there was any chance they had scheduled me to see the PA at Macon which is where she was today......25 miles the opposite direction from where we live. I am informed that there is no way to check that but she could give me their phone number and I could call them.

I thanked her through clenched teeth and got out to the truck. I had the Macon number so I call them and talk to the nurse there. Nope, no appointment. She then told me that they had been having turnovers in the clinic where I was supposed to see the PA and while it was no excuse she wasn't surprised that this had happened. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I wasn't dying but I did have an issue with my feet that I wanted her to check hoping I could get a steroid and anti-inflammatory shot from them to settle it down. Well, they could schedule me for the 25th of May.....I interrupted at that point and told her no, I wasn't going to suffer with sore swollen feet for another month due to this mess up. I can understand how it happened but when we had scheduling problems in our office we worked the patient in, especially if they had concerns and the scheduling error was ours. I told them I have medicine at home that I had held off taking because I knew I would be seeing the PA today and I didn't want to mask the symptoms thankyouverymuchhaveaniceday. I'm going home and taking it and if it doesn't work I'll rethink the appointment thing. And hung up.

I paced around the parking lot for a bit trying to get my blood pressure down to a non stroke level, got in the truck and drove home.

I won't go back to them unless it's for my Prolia shot. It's like they just don't give a you know what about the patients. It's a rheumatologists office. They know that the majority of people who see them experiencing joint pain in one form or another. So I'm pretty much totally bummed out right now.

The only good point is that before I left one of our cats was sitting staring at the stove pipe on the fireplace. DH said he bet there was a bird in the chimney again.

Sure enough, when I got home he told me that he was right. Not long after I left a bird popped into the wood stove. He said he tried twice to catch it but it finally zipped past him into the living room. It was a little hen blue bird. I asked him if he was able to catch it or did one of the cats assist. Nope, he said, it bashed itself into a window a couple of times and he was able to catch it and let it loose outside.

They ain't the smartest bulbs on the Christmas tree, that's for certain.

I am sorry you had such a hard time with the appointment!

That kind of thing is infuriating for sure.

 

[CSolis]

Sexlinks here look like yours your seeing roosters in your sleep
Morning Old nasty but fun lady here .. growing old but all else is rolling down hill .. Grandma lived to be 103.

Speaking of seeing roosters in my sleep, how about this little 3 week old cockerel. Undoubtably HE is a HE.. he's got massive legs already. He's one of the last two from Charlie Sheen (Cockoo) and Henrietta (BSL). He's the very first one to have any white on him at all, and the pattern of white resembles Henrietta's more so than Charlie's. The other one resembles Henrietta and has much more 'refined' legs than this little guy. I think he's also gonna be a lady's man.. Interesting for sure.

 

[CSolis]

Before Grandma lost her thinking.. She said her regret living so long all her friends had passed.. She left the farm when I did to take care of her Brother .. Tell ya what loved him dearly also .. He was a favorite visitor on the farm.. He always brought his "friend".
He was long before it was alright in most eyes .. Still never changed my view of them either..
I was rasied to accept all as they are

Grandma was the last of her tribe too and at 95 or so, she would ask why was she still 'around'.. She was sharp up until the last year, and she would get so frustrated for not being able to remember something. She lasted just over 101 years. One of her older sisters, Alma was 104.

 

[CLSranch]

She lasted just over 101 years. One of her older sisters, Alma was 104.

Ya'll are making me not want to post. My dad made it to 69, a brother of mine passed at 39. Both had a lot to do with their own doing. Which I'm partially guilty of.
Grandpa worked up until the year he passed but his was heart surgery and part of the surgery went down stream and cut a vein/artery down stream and severe internal bleeding. Mid/ late 70's and grandma was just a few years later. Mostly because he was gone.