Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
We had a really bad wind storm here a few years ago and I stood with my bedroom window wide open watching all the transformers blowing. :)
You weren't here for the Whittier quake in October 1987?
Even though smaller in magnitude than Northridge, much closer to the epicenter and hence more damage - I was in the shower when it hit and it lasted so long and was so loud that I couldn't decide if I should run outside naked or try to ride it out - we were without gas and heat for about more than 2 weeks
Regardless of what the caltech scientists say, I always remember the weather being unseasonably hot when these big ones hit
I think it's gonna be cooler in Vegas this week than here 😳
I don't remember where I was that year, but I think that I had already moved.
There is a reason they call it PTSD MsMadge.
Today could be better if it just wasn't Monday.
I mean, it is going to be a really hot Monday!
Denny's is serving breakfast.
MsMadge,
Did you survive today?
112 ° F in my area!
A mistake with aiming the fan in the wrong direction removed all the cool air from the room, I could not wake up after my nap, it was 80° F. I felt sick.
Calling MsMadge......
I got home from work about 10:30 pm and evidently there was a power outage today but we didn't hit 112
Had to reset everything and I just closed the front door
Thermostat is still above 80
Mom's caregiver texted it was a comfortable temp at hoca
Hoca touts in its newsletter how they design a personal playlist for everyone as music is so soothing - sometimes I just want to spit when I read these things
Last year when mom's roomie was nearing the end of her journey, I remember thinking if she'd be better off in a nursing home- my conclusion then was no she wouldn't be, and if I have my druthers, mom will go in her comfortable bed with the picture of her parents on the wall next to her
The good thing about any of this, is that you and Cwillie are there for your Moms.
It is hard, it is not ideal, and still, you keep on going.
Got a call late tonight that mom's adjustable bed is no longer working / half the time the corded remote is on the floor or in the nightstand drawer - and of course, the one receipt I can't find is from the mattress store
I doubt I took out extra protection on it though - crap 😭
First question I asked - is it plugged in? Since it's not wireless I don't know if it has batteries
I texted the overnight caregiver at 2 am and asked her to unplug it for an hour or so and replug it to see if it would reset - 9 am and no word - her shift ended at 6:30
Very annoying I can't find any paperwork on it but then since it was delivered to hoca they probably have the book and everything or I should say was given it at the time of delivery 🤔
Happened to check the store website and of course a new improved model is out and costs $500 more but i have to believe there's more than a 1 year warranty
Or, push reset button if you find one at the plug-in place. You can check it by plugging in a lamp to see if it works.
Could be the new small fan overloaded the circuit?
Of course that has now been replaced with other annoyances but oh well
I'm thankful the power is still on tonight with the heat and thunderstorm
The Hershey bars were too soft to enjoy ☹️
Curly brows, are you sure it isn't from sleeping funny? I get the odd one that just keeps growing, but the little ones on the side are often pushed into weird positions from my pillow. Anyway, the only option if you don't want to pluck is to trim.
Thank you for tonight's topic! Great contribution!
"No, no," said the little pig. "By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you come in."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.
So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed. The house of straw fell down and the wolf ate up the first little pig.
Ah..........the joys of middle age. Plus, I could probably do a thousand crunches each night and my gut wouldn't move. ARGHH!