tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post5136994774057638585..comments2024-03-28T09:16:34.397-07:00Comments on Out My Window: Thursday, getting a gripOut My windowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456481267171643227noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-19686685554465096122017-01-19T22:28:09.244-08:002017-01-19T22:28:09.244-08:00While I have never had a chicken from Costco, the ...While I have never had a chicken from Costco, the rotisserie chickens from Walmart are delicious. I wonder why they make you ill. Look at the label and see if anything strange is put in them. I feel for you with the stress you are experiencing. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-36540077464235001912017-01-19T22:22:13.600-08:002017-01-19T22:22:13.600-08:00There are days I would gladly let you find my card...There are days I would gladly let you find my card and my checkbook. It exhausts me! lol...However, don't try to take the wheel from me! I crammed everything back in my purse three times without finding what I wanted today. Since I must carry two epipens, my purse is too small. It is not my brain; it's the purse. I hope this all settles down for you.Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-88226337389497829542017-01-19T18:31:48.331-08:002017-01-19T18:31:48.331-08:00As well you should! :)
As well you should! :) <br />Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354023162037312551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-72344288799888263302017-01-19T18:02:23.212-08:002017-01-19T18:02:23.212-08:00I will accept my statue now.......I will accept my statue now.......Out My windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13456481267171643227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-27217958127080487742017-01-19T18:01:57.874-08:002017-01-19T18:01:57.874-08:00I love chicken but that chicken does not like me.I love chicken but that chicken does not like me.Out My windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13456481267171643227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-60131369927079201202017-01-19T18:01:17.632-08:002017-01-19T18:01:17.632-08:00Yes I vacillate between anger towards her and acut...Yes I vacillate between anger towards her and acute sympathy. Watching her try to do such simple things is pitiful. It would be so much easier if she just let me do them for her. Out My windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13456481267171643227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-4481492790310150072017-01-19T17:17:40.979-08:002017-01-19T17:17:40.979-08:00Wow. You definitely have your hands full with you...Wow. You definitely have your hands full with your mother. My SIL is currently taking care of my 89 year old MIL and has similar struggles. I give anyone caring for an elderly parent a lot of credit. It takes a special person to do what you are doing. The Line has been Drawnhttps://thelinehasbeendrawn.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-phone-call-in-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-52301553706390094932017-01-19T14:35:14.765-08:002017-01-19T14:35:14.765-08:00:) You sound like you had a productive day!!! An...:) You sound like you had a productive day!!! And I'm sorry. My MIL is the same way.<br />My nieces LOVE those chickens and call them Miracle Chickens. I can take them or leave them. But they don't make me sick.<br />McValhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00285808958951068897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809809639444040308.post-7706607707928034552017-01-19T12:35:32.335-08:002017-01-19T12:35:32.335-08:00I am pretty sure a butt kicking is the last thing ...I am pretty sure a butt kicking is the last thing you need! It sound to me like you get one on a regular basis whenever you deal with your mom. I so know and sympathize with you. Mom (mine) is unhappy about at least one thing every single day. I know part of it is because her life has changed and she can't do what she used to do, but it is tiring and emotionally hard to try and meet her needs. Wishing you the best!Anne in the kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01533249631969001657noreply@blogger.com