ajrwdwgirl
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Have a great cruise @Tiggerish , you deserve it . It sounds like you are a wonderful daughter.
@Tiggerish -- I couldn't have stated the above any better. We all want you to enjoy your cruise.Have a great cruise @Tiggerish , you deserve it . It sounds like you are a wonderful daughter.
Have a great cruise @Tiggerish , you deserve it . It sounds like you are a wonderful daughter.
X3@Tiggerish -- I couldn't have stated the above any better. We all want you to enjoy your cruise.
Your post got me thinking and wondering if I had ever used that phrase in my life. I got married and I never asked my Father in Law if we had his blessing. (I know he wouldn't have given it **) My daughters eventual husbands never asked me for theirs and would never expected it. By the time they married they were in their 20's and long past any authority I had over their lives.And, super annoying, I'm going on my once annual Girls Cruise next week, starting on Saturday. It's my get away from everything that I've enjoyed for over ten years now. I've been telling my dad all week (and I hung a calendar in his room with notes) that I'll be gone from Saturday to the following Friday--and even though my husband will take on the daily visits while I'm gone, today dad told me that (1) he'd miss me very much while I'm away and (2) I'd been going on this trip every year for more than ten years so (3) I deserved it, but the part that really teed me off was that (4) he said I could go with his blessing. REALLY, dad, really? You're the only person in the facility who gets a daily visit, and yeah, you're grateful for it, which I appreciate, but at my age I do NOT need your blessing to take a vacation, and by gum, I certainly do deserve it.
Because purple ink smells more intoxicating (pun intended) than black ink. It is a universal truth.And it was always PURPLE ink, too, from those mimeograph papers! (Never could figure out why the ink wasn't black -- whose idea was it to use purple only?)
If you're serious about this I can give sort of an answer, having had many experiences with mimeograph machines and actual printing.And it was always PURPLE ink, too, from those mimeograph papers! (Never could figure out why the ink wasn't black -- whose idea was it to use purple only?)
I just spent the last 40 minutes Googling it and then fell down the Reddit hole.If you're serious about this I can give sort of an answer, having had many experiences with mimeograph machines and actual printing.
First what you see on mimeographed sheets isn't ink, it is a chemical stain left by, for a lack of a better way of putting it, a dye (mostly water) that seeps though the membrane of the special paper it is originally to place it onto the new piece of paper that is the finished product. The process of having to filter through something decreases the volume leaving an imprint much lighter, but more easily seen in the output then Black Dye which would have come out light gray and practically invisible. The odor was just to give all of us, let's say less than young whippersnappers memories of days gone by. Kinda makes you fell sorry for those youngin's.
I just spent the last 40 minutes Googling it and then fell down the Reddit hole.
It’s complicated.
Oh my! I hope you landed on something soft. You know your penchant for injury.I just spent the last 40 minutes Googling it and then fell down the Reddit hole.
It’s complicated.
Thanks for that, especially the part just before the spoiler. For the record, my husband did ask, I'm sure it was begrudgingly given, and our next anniversary is #38.Your post got me thinking and wondering if I had ever used that phrase in my life. I got married and I never asked my Father in Law if we had his blessing. (I know he wouldn't have given it **) My daughters eventual husbands never asked me for theirs and would never expected it. By the time they married they were in their 20's and long past any authority I had over their lives.
Many times over the past 30 years or so, they have done things that kinda made me cringe, but never said anything because it was 100% their business at that point and my job was to enjoy their friendship, play with my grandchildren when they arrived on the scene and be there if and when they felt the need to support them or ask for my advice. I learned by watching others and quickly realize that giving advice is a double edged sword. It feels good to think they still think that I am someone they can talk to and ask for advice, but it also gives them someone to blame if that advice doesn't work. You have to take the risk, if asked, but it is still risky. BTW, I have had it work both ways. It turned out to be far more appreciation than blame though.
I hope you have a fun and total unwind on your "time out". Remember it takes a whole lot less energy to ignore people than care about them. In the long haul caring is far more rewarding. And one must take some of our time to care for ourselves.
We only lasted 29 years. I guess we should have asked.
Thanks for that, especially the part just before the spoiler. For the record, my husband did ask, I'm sure it was begrudgingly given, and our next anniversary is #38.
You may be amused to find out that my dad is 92. (I just turned 61)
Yeah, we’ve gotten temps in the 80s this week here in NY.
This is hilarious! If nothing else, it's original!My dad slipped Mike a $5 bill at the altar. Make of that what you will.
I'm so sorry so much is on your shoulders. That's interesting that daughters visit more than sons. My MIL is in the hospital at the moment, and my husband is spending nights there with her (long story) and his brother has only been by once to visit as far as I know. Tomorrow is our anniversary so I made a request that he ask his brother to take over the duty to stay with her so that we can at least go out to dinner together. I haven't seen my husband since Tuesday. I don't think a dinner is too much to ask for our anniversary, but DH hasn't gotten a response yet. His brother has been super unhelpful through the whole process of moving their parents into a nursing home, cleaning out their old home, etc. DH has done 95% of it himself even after asking his brother to do specific things, like get rid of the recyclable paper. It sat there for months until DH just did it himself because it was obvious his brother wasn't going to help. I know how frustrating it is to have so much to do and no one to help. I've been doing all the household chores, including yard work, next to my job for the past 18 years. I do work fewer hours than my husband does, but I just don't have the energy to work 60 hours a week to get all the housework done AND a 20 hour work week. I think my husband just severely underestimates how much time it takes to do all the housework, because he's never done it. He's completely oblivious to experiences other than his own.
OK, you can keep the monkeys.
As to the unsupported, you're not far off. The rehab facility that my dad's in is dead center between my house and my office. 15/20 minutes from either. So I visit him every day, unless I have some personal or business engagement that doesn't allow. I bring him a mug of Irish (Barry's, if you're familiar) tea and a green salad (Iettuce, tomato, scallions, Ken's french dressing) because he enjoys the heck out of both. It makes my dad's day to get his tea and his salad, and he is so proud that he's the only person in the rehab that gets a visitor every damn day. Although I do notice that the most frequent visitors are daughters. And we daughters take our parents' laundry, even though the facility is supposed to do it. I'm still up at this ungodly hour because when I visited my dad after work today, his hamper was full, and I'm going on holiday starting Saturday, so I'm doing his wash now. ;
I'm still working, I go to the office at least 3x a week. My hubs is retired. Often I work from home in the morning, and then stop by dad's rehab on the way into the office, telling dad that "I'm on my lunch" so I can get away after an hour. Dad loves the outdoors, and the facility is not sufficiently staffed that an aide can take him outside and sit with him for a while. So when I've been working all morning, and I'm getting ready to go, I think it would be very helpful if I didn't have to ask for help with the tea-making or the salad-making. I know that if our roles were reversed, I would have the flask of tea and the salad makings ready for when he needed to go, so I'm just torn and sad that I have to ask for help with those things, that he wouldn't just up and help, considering that yard or house work is all that he has to do.
Ergo, the ceiling falling and him wanting to go to Home Depot instead of calling a professional.
And, super annoying, I'm going on my once annual Girls Cruise next week, starting on Saturday. It's my get away from everything that I've enjoyed for over ten years now. I've been telling my dad all week (and I hung a calendar in his room with notes) that I'll be gone from Saturday to the following Friday--and even though my husband will take on the daily visits while I'm gone, today dad told me that (1) he'd miss me very much while I'm away and (2) I'd been going on this trip every year for more than ten years so (3) I deserved it, but the part that really teed me off was that (4) he said I could go with his blessing. REALLY, dad, really? You're the only person in the facility who gets a daily visit, and yeah, you're grateful for it, which I appreciate, but at my age I do NOT need your blessing to take a vacation, and by gum, I certainly do deserve it.
Sorry all, thanks for "listening".
That crack was in a wall, not a ceiling.
I speak both sides of the Atlantic...I'm so confused!!!
FTFY -- I think you meant bags, not large bushels.Happy farm market Saturday. Got the last 2 bags of tomatoes for the year and another bag of apples
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