Well, I WAS planning a trip to Phoenix next March (piggybacking on Mr. AZ's business trip). Screw that. It ain't much, but I'm not spending my tourist dollars there. Maybe the sponsor of Mr. AZ's convention might want to reconsider having their meeting there?? Hmm?

Hello. I read your posts last night, and I hope you can talk to me, and everyone else who posted, today. Because it's a daily challenge, no doubt, but I do want you to know that I, and everybody else who responded to you, are thinking about you and wishing for you to have a peaceful life for many more years. Talk…

no, it's pretty F-able. There's at least a year of my life I'll never get back, rolling around the 285-85 interchange.

After the fucking day I had at work, I would have put Tampa at the top of the list.

Love ya! I got married in 1982, in the backyard of the house my husband shared with another grad student. Total cost $350 - beer, chex mix, daisies in tomato juice cans covered with wrapping paper, disposable cups, soda, rental of 60 folding chairs ($75-gasp!), a few more miscelleaneous nibbles. Girlfriend made the…

Convenience euthanasia? Would you be interested in making (just one) niche video?

Yup. matching clothes for me, sis and mom. Mom was a seamstress, and made everything we wore. And it gets worse. When mom had to have some radiation when I was about 5 (mid 1960's) she lost all her hair. So she made turbans and scarves to match her outfits. I wanted to look like mommy, so I got turbans and…

That's good to hear. My vet just took in a 3 week old Chinese crested, one eye bigger than the other, and with a prolapsed rectum. The owner let it sit at home for two weeks after the rectum prolapsed, then brought it in for (this is the term the vets use) "convenience euthanasia." My vet, who is the warmest…

hell, that's pretty much any body of water in Florida. (2 gators in the pond next to my office). don't feed em.

Well, reading this discussion sucked all the romance right out of it for me. thanks, everybody.

Very sweet memory. But speaking as one who lived through it, decide what is right for you about contact. I last spoke to my dad in 1989, after 7 years of off & on contact with him and Mom. It became obvious that I could not renounce my standards, beliefs, and husband, which is what they wanted, so I chose (with the…

Really? I love the diversity of the hefeweizen, rauchbier, alts, and a whole bunch of others I can neither spell nor pronounce, but can drink the hell out of. I'm now nagging Mr. AZ to brew me a few batches of rauchbier using various smoked malts available at my local brewers supply (hickory, oak, apple, and I think…

You win

Truly. Not playing. I'm a cancer nurse. Over fluid rounds, yes. Here, no.

Okay. Difizia. Dee Fee Zee Ah. I was in nursing school, observing my first delivery. Mom was screaming (don't they all?) and I was trying to redirect her, asking what name she had picked out. It was Difizia. To continue the distraction, I played around verbally with spelling, as Mom said she wasn't sure. The…

Thanks for this. I'm a cross stitcher . I spent a lot of time in doctors' offices as a kid, with a Southern belle mama that insisted that just sitting was the devils own idea. You had to sew. At home it was handwork to finish up that dress she just ran up on the machine. Out in public or with company present it had…

Back in the early 80's, Mr. AZ and coworkers would have beeper races across the bar. Those little fuckers vibrated insanely. Loser had to buy the round.

I learned to grocery shop from my dad, who used to run his dad's diner before I was born. We would hit several different stores during each week, depending on what was needed at home (bread supply in the freezer getting low? day old bakery run! Thursdays was mark down day at the meat counter in our local grocery-we…

Indeed

My initials are AML. I'm a cancer nurse, and AML (acute myelogenous leukemia) is a really bad thing. Used to freak out the oncologist I worked for so badly that he made me write my initials AML, RN. I still do it.