A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I've been up since 3, do must have gotten into something that is making his tummy upset. He kept wanting to go out and eat grass. He has puked on my rug.
I hope the rain holds off until the Memorial Day Parade and laying of the wreath is done.
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Drizzly here. Ugh. Making string bean salad and chilled tortellini salad this morning. Will make the hamburger patties after my shower, and get the patriotic stuff out. Then bring up the wine spritzer ingredients and serving trays.
Our Memorial Day services got rained on - but
thankfully the community building was available,
so they were still held. We absolutely need the
rain - just sorry it had to be today, to spoil so
many of the family plans.
My crockpot oatmeal turned out less exciting than I expected. Next time I will cook longer and reduce the sugar. It's only 2 tablespoons in about 13 cups of oatmeal, but damn!
Hosed down the patio and DH is brushing the pool. The sun seems to be making an appearance, and it's in the 80's. Party on!
Sigh, 55 here and it is starting to drizzle. On the bright side I have gone through 5 photo albums and separated out pics for DS and those I want to keep. Of course all pics pre digital age. I think I want to digitize them all.
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How unfortunate. Sad to see someone who was on top of the world fall so hard.
It is, he inspired so many young people to play golf. My niece and daughter adored him and joined the school golf team because of him. (Or at least he was one of the reasons )
Thank you to all who have given the ultimate sacrifice.
Absolutely Chef. I am in awe of those men and women who run into danger, not out of it. All for very selfless reasons, to protect this country. I am so grateful for them.
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I will never forget the Memorial Day services when I was living in my hometown. The band leading a parade out to the cemetary, speeches by various people, the graves decorated for fallen Veterans. A good day to take pause and remember all those who have given their lives for freedom...
I will never forget the Memorial Day services when I was living in my hometown. The band leading a parade out to the cemetary, speeches by various people, the graves decorated for fallen Veterans. A good day to take pause and remember all those who have given their lives for freedom...
Karl I guess they used to be more important. Our parade was cancelled today. I wonder if potential attendees get that our sons and daughters fought and died in the rain, snow, cold, extreme heat? But can't stand for a 1/2 hour under an umbrella to honor them. Makes me sad.
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I have an idea that Vietnam was the beginning of the end for respect of the military. Seems like so many were against the war and violently so.....
Whether they were correct or not is a question that is still unanswered....
My brothers best friend served in Vietnam and was called a baby killer and heckled when he returned home. He wasn't the only one.
Nope he wasn't the only one. I was too young to be part of the Vietnam war, but my older brother and sister had friends who ran to Canada to avoid the draft. They were hailed as heroes. So sad. I really think it is those who dodged the Vietnam draft that are parents today that are raising VSS'. It is very maddening.
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This is how bad my SS's eating habits have become. Last night, this morning, at 2:30 am we heard something in the kitchen. DH got up and he was standing in front of the open fridge eating shredded cheese with a spoon. Today we came home and he was sitting at the table with the sugar bowl and a spoon eating it by spoonfuls. I just don't know what to do.
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You might want to take him to the doctor, NJN. these cravings are telling him something is off with his chemical balance. That might be why the weight thing is such a problem (not because he eats too much, but because something is off which is causing him to eat).
Seems to me this is more than just a "habit" and more of a disorder of some sort. I agree that going to a doctor is in order. It could also be psychological as well.
Was he "sleep-eating"? I had a friend that used to do that. She'd wake up in the morning with half a burrito smashed on her face and pillow. No recollection of standing there microwaving it, but her children saw her and even spoke to her.
He was completely awake and dad sent him to bed after. The sugar thing was during the middle of the day. The kid has a problem.
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He was completely awake and dad sent him to bed after. The sugar thing was during the middle of the day. The kid has a problem.
It sounds like he could have an eating disorder. Are there facilities to treat that near there? Or hey, it's summer - send him to a camp that teaches kids healthy eating.
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I'm sorry njn! I'm sure you may have already done this, but have you talked to his mother about this?
We told his mom when we dropped him off. She laughed and said she cleaned his room while he was gone and found about 400 candy and granola bar wrappers under his bed.
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Was he "sleep-eating"? I had a friend that used to do that. She'd wake up in the morning with half a burrito smashed on her face and pillow. No recollection of standing there microwaving it, but her children saw her and even spoke to her.
FNW, I absolutely should not laugh at this poor friend of yours, but your description of ' She'd wake up in the morning with half a burrito smashed on her face and pillow' almost made me spew ice water on my monitor... My little dog would love it if I had that problem, LOL...
NJN, I'm sorry you're going through this with DSS. You've been so good for him and you've helped him so much. Does he say anything about it when you talk to him, like "I can't help it" or "I'm hungry all the time"?
I'm sorry njn! I'm sure you may have already done this, but have you talked to his mother about this?
We told his mom when we dropped him off. She laughed and said she cleaned his room while he was gone and found about 400 candy and granola bar wrappers under his bed.
She just laughs about it. Both her kids have serious weight problems.
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And flan, I could totally understand eating cheese out of the bag during the middle of the day. But not at 2:30 am. No kid should be up eating then. And a bowl of sugar? I can't believe that. Although he does say his six year old sister wakes up during the middle of the night for a meal.
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Might be part of the problem? She's definitely part of the problem. Honestly, I think the SS is crying out for help in the only way he knows how. Someone needs to step in and get the boy the help he needs. Both kids, really. The mother's way of not dealing with the problem is, imo, a form of child abuse.