Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hey, all. Taking a few moments to say hey.
I stuck my head in to skim recent posts because I was all backlogged, and I gotta say...y'all are too polite and understanding. I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"
I have to make my own fun. And I kinda think I want some dessert now.
(Why, yes; I DO need to get out more. Why do you ask?)
ION, school is back in session. I am again insanely busy, but teaching poetry, which I love because so many of my kids get SO into it. And having my car back again? The shiny of this driving-again thing is still totally blinding me.
and I gotta say...y'all are too polite and understanding. I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"
Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse aside (hunnnnnnnnnnnngry), I am glad we can get past shit.
But I am thinking throwing our Erin into that vat might be good times for all.
I hate hate hate Alzheimer's disease. It needs to start staying away from the people I love. I saw my great-aunt tonight. She's been diagnosed, and things are not good. She has seriously declined, even since the last time I saw her over the summer. She's the only member of my father's family who has truly made an effort to be a part of my life. She's a kind caring woman who has taken care of everyone her whole life. If anyone deserves a death while asleep at a ripe old age, it is her. Of course, my uncle who saw her last week told me she was doing really well. It never fails to amaze me just how much in denial my father's side of the family can be.
sj, I feel you. I am still not sure what the difference between senile dementia and Alzheimer's is, but my grandma developed it, and it was awful to see what it did to her. It was what she didn't want to happen, and it tore my dad up to watch it. Now that he's getting older, it is his, and now my, worst fear. It's horrible.
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But I am thinking throwing our Erin into that vat might be good times for all.
Mousse is slimming. And always stylish. And, in all seriousness, I AM glad people here don't fight like crows over tinfoil.
But the naked mousse-wrestling would have been fun.
visions of me [snip] throwing them naked, writhing [...] into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"
We can still do this part.
{{sj}} It's a particularly sucky disease and strikes with no justice whatsoever. I hope she has some good days, still.
I'm so sorry, sj.
GF is at her parents tonight talking about end-of-life decisions for her dad. He got some bad news at yesterday's doctor visit. He can do traditional chemo and have a 1 in 3 chance of surviving it (his health is declining rapidly) and even if he does survive, it'll only buy him a few extra months. He can choose not to do chemo and be gone in 3-4 months. So far, he wants to go the no chemo route. There are just no good options.
When my time comes, please let it be quick.
Oof, what a hard decision. {{GC, gf, everyone}}
{{{GC, GF, and family}}} What an awful choice. I'm so sorry for everyone involved.
sj, I feel you. I am still not sure what the difference between senile dementia and Alzheimer's is, but my grandma developed it, and it was awful to see what it did to her. It was what she didn't want to happen, and it tore my dad up to watch it. Now that he's getting older, it is his, and now my, worst fear. It's horrible.
From what I have read. Alzheimer's is one of possibly many causes of dementia, which is the larger category. You really can't tell for sure if someone had Alzheimer's unless you do an autopsy, so a diagnosis is really just a guess on the part of the doctor that he/she thinks best explains the symptoms. Of course I could be totally wrong about all of that.
My step-grandmother had Alzheimer's, and it was just so awful. It remains a big fear of my mother's and my stepfather's as a result. I can tell they think about it everytime they forget where their keys are, etc.
Of course, my uncle who saw her last week told me she was doing really well. It never fails to amaze me just how much in denial my father's side of the family can be.
It really could be you saw a particularly bad day. If he sees one of those for every ten good ones "doing really well" could be reasonable
It really could be you saw a particularly bad day. If he sees one of those for every ten good ones "doing really well" could be reasonable
I kind of doubt it. She didn't remember that she had ever met TCG (which she has on at least 3 occasions), she couldn't remember that she had sent us a Christmas gift, etc. My father's family is very good at denying things they can't handle, for example the fact that my dad or my grandmother ever existed so that they don't have to deal with their deaths.
