and now Edwards
Danbob
campaign subsequently hired the . . . uh . . .the . . . person of
interest.
Are there ANY of these guys who can keep their equipment in their
pants? Or maybe it's a personality trait that precedes their
career. "Hey, I'm a cheating, lying, two timing son of a bitch.
Maybe I should go into politics."
Especially despicable in terms of his wife having cancer while he's
doing it. I recall Gingrich did the same thing with his first wife
when she had ovarian cancer.
And then they get on the television and talk about their close,
personal relationship with Jesus Christ. It's amazing they don't just
burst into flames or get hit by lightning or something.
Oye.
H
cops say about domestic disputes. They are very wary of them, because
all too often when they attempt to intervene, the woman they are trying
to help turns on them.
So pretty much, my attitude is that the less I know about people's
intimate relationships, the better. For all we know, John-boy's wife
gave him her blessing to fool around.
As for politicians talking about their personal relationship with
Christ, I think pretty much the same thing. It's personal - keep it that
way.
Danbob <calte...@yahoo.com> wrote:
--
Harmon is "at mac dot com"
valeriapalmer
What fries me is that she probably has cancer because he apparently
couldn't cope with his son's death (a live healthy daughter wasn't
enough) and she was dumb enough to undergo major fertility treatments
not just once (because the first pregnancy resulted in a penis-less
child) but twice). And then he dicks around while she's got breast
cancer metastasized to the bone?
At least Gingrich - whom I despise - wasn't a proximate cause of his
wife's cancer.
Miserable horndogs.
H
> she was dumb enough to undergo major fertility treatments
> not just once
I didn't know that there was a risk of cancer from fertility treatments.
Danbob
Well, I agree with you in many situations. I don't think someone's
sex life is a matter for public discussion simply because they're
politicians.
On the other hand, when someone's accepting father of the year awards
and running for the presidency, that's a horse of a different color.
It just reminds me of that governor of New York who made his
reputation busting hookers and then they catch him with one. I'm not
offended by the sex, I'm offended by the hypocrisy.
Danbob
Yeah, I remembered your having written in on that before and I
mentioned your post to Carol last night. She was horrified.
I like, "miserable horndogs." Very Southern and insulting without
actually knowing what a horndog is. Carol's favorite description of
Edwards seems to be, "Smarmy, slimy son of a bitch." I'll tell her
about horndogs.
H
> I'm not offended by the sex, I'm offended by the hypocrisy.
Hmm. Catchy. It's a little to long for a bumper sticker, unfortunately.
Gene
You turn it into poetry. It's almost blank verse.
Gene
valeriapalmer
> valeriapalmer <valeri...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>
>> she was dumb enough to undergo major fertility treatments
>> not just once
>
> I didn't know that there was a risk of cancer from fertility treatments.
You don't think that flooding a woman's body with major amounts of
hormones isn't risky?
H
> You don't think that flooding a woman's body with major amounts of
> hormones isn't risky?
Not something I've ever thought about.
But I googled around & the connection between "assisted reproduction"
(evidently the PC term) & cancer appears speculative. One study seems to
indicate that AR actually *reduces* the prospect of cancer.
OTOH, blood clots might be a risk.
Danbob
Depends on the bumper. Our only bumper sticker just says, "TOWANDA!"
Danbob
> H wrote:
We had a lot of fun with, "horn dog," last night. Every time they'd
flash a picture of Edwards face, we'd both say, "Miserable horn dog!"
After a couple of glasses of wine Carol reverted to, "Smarmy, slimy
son of a bitch miserable horn dog."
Danbob
Okay, Gene, I want to see that in a haiku now.
Danbob
And erections lasting longer than 36 hours may be a cause for concern.
BTW, what's up with the bathtubs in all of those erectile dysfunction
commercials? Drives Carol absolutely nuts. They've all got some guy
who's about 30 years old and they've smeared some gray dye on his
temples to make him look middle aged. And he's coming on to his wife
next to the kitchen sink, which is not a good move to begin with.
Then their daughter suddenly returns from college or else the kitchen
sink blows up, which, if they'd been in the bedroom to begin with,
they would have been blissfully unaware of.
Then there's 30 seconds of possible side effects that are so dire and
disgusting that it just about makes you want to swear off sex
forever. And then they end up in the middle of the prairie sitting in
matching bath tubs.
Why bath tubs? Why a prairie?
H
> We had a lot of fun with, "horn dog," last night. Every time they'd
> flash a picture of Edwards face, we'd both say, "Miserable horn dog!"
Now I *know* you are watching too much television & definitely the wrong
channels.
BTW I believe that "horndog" is a single word, not two separate words. I
mean, why use two words when one word will do?
H
> And erections lasting longer than 36 hours may be a cause for concern.
This is difficult to conceive.
>
> BTW, what's up with the bathtubs in all of those erectile dysfunction
> commercials? Drives Carol absolutely nuts. They've all got some guy
> who's about 30 years old and they've smeared some gray dye on his
> temples to make him look middle aged. And he's coming on to his wife
> next to the kitchen sink, which is not a good move to begin with.
> Then their daughter suddenly returns from college or else the kitchen
> sink blows up, which, if they'd been in the bedroom to begin with,
> they would have been blissfully unaware of.
You are watching too much television. What's worse, you seem to be
paying attention to the ads.
> Then there's 30 seconds of possible side effects that are so dire and
> disgusting that it just about makes you want to swear off sex
> forever. And then they end up in the middle of the prairie sitting in
> matching bath tubs.
>
> Why bath tubs? Why a prairie?
Probably has something to do with zoning.
Danbob
Well, I was assuming that it was two words because it's a Southern
expression. Never ask a Southerner why they'd use two words when one
would do.
Besides, when you go to the county fair you get a corn dog or a corny
dog, you don't get a corndog. So I conclude that Edwards is either a
horn dog or a horny dog, but not a horndog.
Danbob
> > And erections lasting longer than 36 hours may be a cause for concern.
>
> This is difficult to conceive.
What's difficult to conceive is having to show up at the emergency
room in that condition. On the other hand, I guess you'd have
something to hang your hat on.
>
>
>
> > BTW, what's up with the bathtubs in all of those erectile dysfunction
> > commercials? Drives Carol absolutely nuts. They've all got some guy
> > who's about 30 years old and they've smeared some gray dye on his
> > temples to make him look middle aged. And he's coming on to his wife
> > next to the kitchen sink, which is not a good move to begin with.
> > Then their daughter suddenly returns from college or else the kitchen
> > sink blows up, which, if they'd been in the bedroom to begin with,
> > they would have been blissfully unaware of.
>
> You are watching too much television. What's worse, you seem to be
> paying attention to the ads.
Yes, it's sad. The days when ads were outstanding are long gone. I
can't believe I ate the whole thing, etc. Which reminds me that I
heard recently that Speedy Alka Seltzer had committed suicide.
Apparently jumped into his Beverly Hills swimming pool and fizzed to
death. They found a suicide note that said, "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz,
oh what a relief it is."
>
> > Then there's 30 seconds of possible side effects that are so dire and
> > disgusting that it just about makes you want to swear off sex
> > forever. And then they end up in the middle of the prairie sitting in
> > matching bath tubs.
>
> > Why bath tubs? Why a prairie?
>
> Probably has something to do with zoning.
No, it's some subliminal signal gone awry, I think. It's like those
retirement fund commercials with Dennis Hopper. They have a red chair
in each one. No one knows why they have a red chair in each one, but
they do. Perhaps advertising people have gone the way of car makers,
and they're making up symbols that don't mean anything, the same way
car makers name their veHICkles with non-meaning names. "Hey, we've
got to have a subliminal signal in this thing - how 'bout . . .
uh . . . a shower nozzle. No, too sexy .. . how 'bout a bathtub.
Hey, why not TWO bath tubs?"
BTW, Dennis Hopper as a spokesman for financial planning? Who came up
with that one.
valeriapalmer
treatments (treatments involving ovary stimulating hormones)is increased
for several years afterward, although declining back to average after a
few years. Judging by when she was diagnosed, 2 years after supplying
the penis-possessing child, my vote is that the hormones weren't such a
good idea for a woman on the brink of menopause.
valeriapalmer
Glad I could supply you with another of our wonderful southernisms, many
of which are going by the wayside as we get Generica-ed
valeriapalmer
Besides, the two bathtub thing? I thought it was about sex, not
separate bathtubs - because neither of those tubs on its own looks like
it's of a size or shape to support making whoopee - especially if the
knees and backs involved are all over 50.
H
> So I conclude that Edwards is either a
> horn dog or a horny dog, but not a horndog.
Actually, the technical term is "horndawg."
Danbob
Yep, them southernisms are getting jest as rare as frog hair.
Danbob
>
> Besides, the two bathtub thing? I thought it was about sex, not
> separate bathtubs - because neither of those tubs on its own looks like
> it's of a size or shape to support making whoopee - especially if the
> knees and backs involved are all over 50.
Exactly. I'm guessing the ad was probably videoed by some one who is
about 18 and whose brain synapses are still firing off along the lines
of bathtub = naked people = sex. Probably if I look hard enough next
time I'll see a vanilla flavored candle and some frangipanni incense
in the background.
Danbob
As in, Corn Dawg?"
I've been looking and looking trying to find a link to send you with
Alan Jackson doing, "The Revenooer Man." No luck so far.
Rick Terry
My father in law has a couple of tubs like those. They make great
watering troughs for cattle. Having partaken of the water tank more
than once in my childhood, with the cattle looking on, I fail to see
the romance in the situation. It doesn't even appear to be a
particularly hot day. And where's the pipe running from the windmill?
The couple just doesn't look like the sort that would carry that much
water anywhere. For any reason.
Danbob
>
> My father in law has a couple of tubs like those. They make great
> watering troughs for cattle. Having partaken of the water tank more
> than once in my childhood, with the cattle looking on, I fail to see
> the romance in the situation. It doesn't even appear to be a
> particularly hot day. And where's the pipe running from the windmill?
> The couple just doesn't look like the sort that would carry that much
> water anywhere. For any reason.
Hey Rick,
For me, it was a, "swimming hole," in the woods near Salado Creek in
San Antonio. Said hole was actually a waterering hole for cattle with
mud about 12 inches deep, BUT . . . it was a great place to go skinny
dipping.
We actually have a swimming hole here in Trinity County at a ghost
town called Helena. Complete with a rope swing and local kids risking
their lives for that heroic swing over the deepest part of the hole.
Makes me feel like I've stumbled into a Norman Rockwell painting.
I'm guessing swimming holes are probably a fading American
institution. Too bad.
H
>
> I'm guessing swimming holes are probably a fading American
> institution.
No, no, you can go to a swimming hole as long as you wear a helmet &
water wings at all times.
valeriapalmer
> Danbob <calte...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>> I'm guessing swimming holes are probably a fading American
>> institution.
>
> No, no, you can go to a swimming hole as long as you wear a helmet &
> water wings at all times.
My niece was appalled one afternoon as I set off on one of the rusty
crusty beach bikes for the little store on the island. Attibal,
Attibal, where's your HELMET, she screamed (Auntie Val became Attibal a
long time ago). When I told her that I didn't have and never had a bike
helmet, she was upset that her grandparent had not cared what happened
to me. I had to sit her down and explain that not only did bike helmets
not exist when I was a kid, but that if they HAD, any kid wimpy enough
to wear one would have been a pariah.
H
> not only did bike helmets
> not exist when I was a kid, but that if they HAD, any kid wimpy enough
> to wear one would have been a pariah.
If they had been designed right, it would have been different. Space
helmets, or football helmets would have worked for boys. Dunno about
girls. Something with flowers, I suppose.
Helmets are still rather dorky. I wonder why that should be? I would
expect design competition, but they all look the same.
But actually, you should wear a helmet on a bike at all times. The only
time I've ever gone down on a bike - and I've ridden in some pretty iffy
situations - it was while I was going about 7 mph on a clear day. But I
hit an oil patch on the road and was down in a second. No harm, aside
from an easily remedied dislocated finger, but it might well have been
different if I'd slipped at a different angle.
valeriapalmer
Life's a bitch and then you die, Harmon. I'm single, only dependents
have 4 legs (and I have made responsible plans for them) and frankly, as
miserable as the fibro and Hashimotos and other autoimmune shit has me
most of the time, I'd just as soon check out wrecking a bike than
experiencing my life continue to shrink away. I've already had to face
abandoning a majority of my goals and hopes. I'm three years into my
50s and rather starting to hope that I won't finish them.
H
> I'd just as soon check out wrecking a bike than
> experiencing my life continue to shrink away. I've already had to face
> abandoning a majority of my goals and hopes. I'm three years into my
> 50s and rather starting to hope that I won't finish them.
Well, the problem with the bike is that you might wind up not quite as
dead as you'd like to be. For that, get a motorcycle!
As for the rest, it strikes me that your primary issue might be
depression.
I don't know how I'd react to what you have, myself. I am aflicted with
the disease of aging, though. I'm old enough to begin to see the
effects of aging on a more accelerated basis than in the past. When I
was in my 40s I started to get gray, but it turned out that Dee liked it
so it was actually an improvement. Losing hair, maybe not. So it was a
mixed bag then.
But it's not been till the last couple of years that I've noticed things
like not healing so fast - skinned my shin 3 weeks ago today & there's
still a little bit of a wound, for example. And were it not for my
rugged male good looks which so closely resemble those of Sean Connery,
as we all know, I'd be thinking about tightening up the old throat
muscles, if I had any. Muscles, that is.
Read a book I've probably mentioned a couple of years ago, by Connie
Willis, in which the Titanic is used as a metaphor for dying, but it
works for aging & other physical deterioration as well. Ship didn't sink
all at once. Various systems shut down earlier than others, some decks
flooded while others didn't for a while, &c. So I can see some of that
sort of slope downward now, whereas I didn't ten years ago though of
course it was happening.
But something can be done to stave off aging, at least for a while. One
can either slip slowly downward over many years, or with work, maintain
the systems sufficiently that it's only in the last 6 months that the
downward trend becomes apparent.
With what you have, it seems to me that it's a kind of early aging,
compounded by less opportunity to resist effectively.
Still, depression is the mental state that both can bring, and it has to
be resisted or it turns into the real disease, the one that kills you.
valeriapalmer
about all this. The truly suckose thing about autoimmmune diseases is
that everyone thinks you look just fine and that you are just
depressed/going through menopause/or something else.
The only person who really seems to understand how I feel about my very
constrained life these days is the BF, who knew me when I was 16 and a
national class swimmer. And happily, the contrast between then and now
doesn't seem to occur to him as much as it devils me, but he does seem
to understand why I get so fracking frustrated by all I can't do. Like
sleep, tonight.
Danbob
I'm assuming these are the new OSHA regulations?
Danbob
wrote:
> H wrote:
I was briefly in touch with one of my old buddies from Fort Sam. He
sent a picture of himself and his two kids on bikes, all wearing
helmets and kneepads. I distinctly remember when we hung out
together, charging down a hill on our bicycles, not only no helmets
but no hands on the handlebars, lighting fire crackers with cigarettes
and throwing them at each other.
Danbob
>
> Life's a bitch and then you die, Harmon. I'm single, only dependents
> have 4 legs (and I have made responsible plans for them) and frankly, as
> miserable as the fibro and Hashimotos and other autoimmune shit has me
> most of the time, I'd just as soon check out wrecking a bike than
> experiencing my life continue to shrink away. I've already had to face
> abandoning a majority of my goals and hopes. I'm three years into my
> 50s and rather starting to hope that I won't finish them.
Yeah, we're an aging group. I'm afraid the only recreational
pharmaceuticals I take nowadays are Saint John's Wort and Benicar.
Still, it's an amazing time in so many ways and I think I want to
stick around and see what the next gadget is going to be.
Carol and I have a friend who's 87 and he just had a new pace maker
put in. I just sent him a get well card from jibjab. It shows -
rough approximation of the correct spelling - Akmud Ajinajad - giving
a speech and he says, "I am hearing someone is not feeling so well.
I, too, have had health problems recently. I had blood in my urine
and I went to see my doctor and he put his finger in my rectum.
But . . . I feel better now because I had him executed."
valeriapalmer
Heh. I have just a few limited goals left. I'd like to outlive my
parents just because I really, really want to watch my sister the
bitch's face when the will is read. She thinks she's getting the beach
house all to herself and the way it's written, either she shares or it
gets sold. She really seems to believe that *everything* of theirs is
going to be hers. I would like to prevent that just out of spite.
Because among other things, she won't even let me speak to my niece and
nephew any more.
I want to go back to Rome just once more. And I'd really like to go back
to Copenhagen in the summertime. And London just once more.
I'd like to finish the work on this house and have it perfect, even if
it's just for one day.
I'd like to learn to spin with a spinning wheel. And just for one
summer, even, have a real garden. (right now in a condo, that's not a
possible)
And that's all that's on my list.
H
> I was briefly in touch with one of my old buddies from Fort Sam. He
> sent a picture of himself and his two kids on bikes, all wearing
> helmets and kneepads. I distinctly remember when we hung out
> together, charging down a hill on our bicycles, not only no helmets
> but no hands on the handlebars, lighting fire crackers with cigarettes
> and throwing them at each other.
Can't do that anymore. It's called Living While Male and it's not
permitted by our increasingly feminized society.
H
> Oh, I'm not depressed, H.
Maybe, maybe not. Depression is an illness that people frequently don't
know that they have. I'm not talking about the blues, or frustration.
H
> I want to go back to Rome just once more. And I'd really like to go back
> to Copenhagen in the summertime. And London just once more.
>
> I'd like to finish the work on this house and have it perfect, even if
> it's just for one day.
>
> I'd like to learn to spin with a spinning wheel. And just for one
> summer, even, have a real garden. (right now in a condo, that's not a
> possible)
>
> And that's all that's on my list.
Well, that's going to seriously compromise your plan to die in your 50s.
In fact, your perfect house goal alone will keep you alive till
somewhere in your 90s.
Don
to die until her house was straightened out. She never got the house how she
wanted it, but she did live a long time.
"H" wrote ...
> valeriapalmer wrote:
>
>> I'd like to finish the work on this house and have it perfect, even if
>> it's just for one day.
>>
Danbob
Man, those sister dynamics! Carol and her sis are sort of warily
circling a truce right now. My Mom and her sisters didn't speak for
years.
Your comment about the inheritance reminds me of a family story. My
sister was about 4 and they had her polishing the silver chafing dish
before a party. Apparently she looked up and said, "Momma, be careful
that the boys grasping wives don't get your silver."
Danbob
Maybe that's why so many kids get into auto accidents these days.
They don't get a chance to get wracked up on their bicycles and
discover that they actually bleed.
Danbob
That's totally right on. It's a disease that tells you that you don't
have a disease. I'm sure my mother and father both suffered from
undiagnosed depression and I sure had my bout with it. I still take
St. John's Wort every day just to be on the safe side. I think that's
what was happening with me a couple of weeks ago. The smoke was
producing such low levels of light that it was almost like a Seasonal
Affective Disorder. I just started feeling really blue and hopeless.
Day two of clear skies here and rain predicted for tomorrow.
Halleluja, thank you Jesus.
Danbob
Carol was at Stanford Medical when they were doing a study on cancer
patients. They were trying to set up a model where they could predict
who was going to pass on from the cancer and who wasn't. Apparently
they did really well with it except for this one old man who just
didn't die. In fact, he got better. So the doctors are trying to
find out what happened and he relates to them that after his diagnosis
he had gone home and started working on putting a new roof on the
barn. After a couple of hours he said, "You know, Lord, I reckon you
can take me any time you want to, but there's an AWFUL lot that needs
to be done around this place, so if you could just hold off for a
while, I'd really appreciate it."
Who knows? Miracles happen every day.
valeriapalmer
OK, how about "just have the major construction done"? Of course, if I
could lay my hands on about $12K, I could be done in 3 weeks, but ...
valeriapalmer
> valeriapalmer <valeri...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>
>> Oh, I'm not depressed, H.
>
> Maybe, maybe not. Depression is an illness that people frequently don't
> know that they have. I'm not talking about the blues, or frustration.
I've been depressed. DX of a chronic illness does that. Got over it.
Now I'm just horridly realistic.
valeriapalmer
My sister is a raving witch who has been trying to drive me out of the
family for the better part of 4 decades and nearly succeeded. To give
you an idea, I wasn't even invited to her wedding - which my parents
still paid for - and then she bitched because I didn't make them a gift.
She's been getting crazier and more controlling and grasping as my
mother and I have straightened out our relationship. Dad was easy - I
looked at him, told him that he'd let me down and how and that it either
ended or I'd be forced to make our relationship friendly but very
distant and he apologized and said it wouldn't happen again and it
hasn't. Mom has taken more work. But it's been worth it.
> Your comment about the inheritance reminds me of a family story. My
> sister was about 4 and they had her polishing the silver chafing dish
> before a party. Apparently she looked up and said, "Momma, be careful
> that the boys grasping wives don't get your silver."
My sister thinks that because she gave birth to a male child that
several family things that trad go to the eldest son or failing sons to
the eldest daughter (me) somehow belong to her. I pointed out rather
firmly to Dad that the fact that one of her children had a Y chromosome
did not give her one and that I should inherit those things and have the
duty to pass them down to my nephew. Dad agrees - mother doesn't - but
the heirlooms are from Dad's family. So she's in for a bit of a surprise
when the will is read and I really truly hope to be there to watch her
get her guns spiked.
H
> Maybe that's why so many kids get into auto accidents these days.
> They don't get a chance to get wracked up on their bicycles and
> discover that they actually bleed.
I think that in a way, you are right. But the direction I would take
that thought in is that cars have become so safe that people have gotten
more careless.
H
> Day two of clear skies here and rain predicted for tomorrow.
> Halleluja, thank you Jesus.
Sunshine cures a whole lot of things.
H
> I've been depressed. DX of a chronic illness does that. Got over it.
> Now I'm just horridly realistic.
I dunno. Seems to me that depression is a physical disease with mental
symptoms. Not that there isn't a mental state we call depression that is
caused by reaction to such things as your DX. But that seems to me to be
a different thing. Sort of Big D Depression, & Little D depression, to
borrow the Beer/beer paradigm.
Kind of hard to work out the mental/physical thing with depression,
though, since there's probably some kind of feedback loop involved.
But I've got to stop talking about this or I'll find myself having to do
some actual research on the topic in order to keep up my end of the
discussion, & I have other things I want to do a whole lot more. I find
the topic depressing, of course.
valeriapalmer
Just trust me on this one. It's not Depression, or even depression.
Horridly realistic and not looking forward to much more pain than I deal
with daily now, you know? If it were depression of either caliber, I'd
have Done Something other than soldier along. Besides, depressed people
do not adopt terrier puppies.
Danbob
Carol still refers to her mother's funeral as her mother's whatever
the hell it was. Her sister had been caring for the old lady in West
Virginia prior to her death and they all flew in there for the
services. So, Carol's sister is one of those sort of neo-druid,
wiccanese, pagan with a splash of buddhist tree hugging moon
worshipers. She announced that she and her husband had the services
all planned out and Carol just glared at her and said, "Everyone keeps
their clothes on, Jo, you got that? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
So they did a quick reshuffle of the plans and ended up with an
existentialist Southern Baptist minister, which I imagine is hard to
find in West Virginia. He gave a long sermon about how we all need to
concentrate on finding, "our essential bean."
Long and short of it is that the sis ended up ripping off the estate,
to include the coin collections that Carol's father had left to her
kids. Took a long time for those emotions to start to heal.
Danbob
Yes, it does. Optimism springs eternal, given a wee bit of sunshine.