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What is it with the love/hate tribe monkey thing?

NNM~ — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 07:30:34 GMT

please explain:

studio g opens its doors!!!

NNM~ — Sun, 13 Nov 2005 01:56:43 GMT

Hello all my tribetarded friends, Been quite busy of the late, trying to get some things together, and I miss tribe very much. I would love to invite you all in particular to our little Open Studio! It would be great to see you!

Heavens to Betsey.

NNM~ — Sat, 30 Jul 2005 04:06:54 GMT

My Mom's name is Betsy. At least, everyone I know has called her that my entire life. It's really Mildred Elizabeth. These asswipes (heh heh) at her rehab/'nursing' home keep calling her Millie. They also don't crush her pills when they are supposed to. They also don't change the dressing on her heal wound that she magically aquired in their care. If I was their supervisor, there would be so much hell to pay. My Mom has been wonderful. Can't remember a godamn thing, but hey, we should all be so lucky. She can't remember to get mad about stuff. So I gotta do it for her. Today we planned her funeral, so all I have to do when she goes is cry. Thats what she told me. Life is amazing guys, I miss you, but there is no where else on the planet I would rather be than right here, right now. Oh an snout, I gave my Mom that slap on the ass, and she says, "spank you!". She also says: Me: Mom how ya doing? Betsy: "Every one I can and the easy ones twice" Me: Mom, How ya feeling? Betsey: " With my hands, how bout you?" Classic Betsey: "The Lord don't want me and the devil won't take me, so I guess you're stuck with me" Ya gotta love it. I'll post a pic of her as soon as I can.

Mr Wizard!

NNM~ — Sun, 24 Jul 2005 06:27:42 GMT

I want to go home!!! Where is home? So wish I could catch up on everyone's tribes and blogs... My Mom fell and broke her hip in May and had surgery and has been in 'rehab' since. Her secong broken hip in 10 years. I delayed coming East based on my brother and sister's wish that I come toward the end of her stay there, to help with possibly moving her home. Really its been about helping to make the decision to not move her home. This is just not a possibility. It quite likely that she will end up in a nursing home. Assisted Living is about $4000 a month, and not realistic even if we all pitched in. My brother gallantly would love to take her home with him, but even this is not a reality. She is really forgetting everything, moment to moment. Recent and past history too. I took her out yesterday for the day an brought her back to her old place to see how that was for her and talk with her about her next steps. She didn't remember that it was her old place, really was lost, didn't recognize her stuff. And she absolutley needs help with most all of the basic things. It's really sad in so many many ways. In some ways, I think she is doing better than when I last visited her. She's on the medicine they give folks for Alzheimers, and is better with conversation and more in touch with how she is really doing. She does miss her old routine and friends and life, but feels much safer where she is. Our goal now is to get her as close to home as possible, near my brohter who can watch her and visit everyday. We had a really lovely barbecue today and she had a great time. It's starting to sink in for me, that I may only have a short time left with her. As tough as our relationship was over the years, this woman is completely amazing, and I find that I am even closer to her now than ever. She's really softening up and allowing us in, in ways she fended off before. love is so fierce and durable. I really miss tribe, I'm on really crappy dial up with horrible AOL. I don't even have a picture to post! Ihope everyone is well out there, I will be back!

Fuckity Fucktards.

NNM~ — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 05:43:19 GMT

You know who you are. You wear fucking limes on your head. You don't even know how to have a regulation beach fire. damnit.

Jesse got FREE'd

NNM~ — Wed, 22 Jun 2005 06:16:25 GMT

My neighbors cat was chased into the silver oak off my deck yesterday..Yesterday!! And he won't come down. We secured a board for him to walk, but he is too scared. He's four stories up!! It's really bugging me, he's been up there for 27-28 hours now. Shit, Can anyone climb trees? She's trying to get help from a tree service, but they are not too quick responding to her. I feel real bad for Jesse. 36 hours and counting.... We fashioned a bridge for him. I guess we wait. I took some gelatinous beef chunks stew food and spread it up and down the board. He's really hungry and thinking hard about this. I took a long stick and taped a spatula on it. to spread the food. I won't bore you with the spatula picture. sighh...... JESSE IS FREE!! So, because of the inordinate interest in the meatspatula, here it is! A tree guy jumped up in that tree and bagged little Jesse in a minute. I'm sorry I don't have a photo of that, but I had to be at work *grumble grumble* (can you imagine a Rx for Vicodin was lost from someones property? How can that be?) He has a couple oflumps and scabs on his back, maybe from crashing into the tree orbites from mongrel rabid dog...grrrrrrrrrr. Anyway... I feel better. Now I have to clean up the deck and dismantle the Jesse de-treeing tools. I even poked him with a long stick! I was ready to use the Popes high pressure water scheme, but didn't have the heart or guts or twistededness to go ahead with that dire plan. And if I see the dog that tree'd him....he's gonna PAY!! Or his owner will, the little leashless mongrel owner.

Popped a rib

NNM~ — Thu, 26 May 2005 01:02:28 GMT

I think the technical term is dislocated, or displaced. And I thought that only referred to my memory and my keys!! Monday I started with some wierd chest pain at work. I thought maybe I had been on the computer too long, playing Neverwinter nights. Coupla sharp pains under my right breast, and then a deep dull very aching kinda hot sensation passed thoough my whole right upperside. It was a pretty agonizing kind of pain like I had never had before. The worst part was it wouldn't stop. Too young for a heart attack I think. Then my heart started feeling wierd. I mean really wierd like pounding at full volume knocking against the wawll of my chest. Luckily I work with an excellent nurse practitioners who checked my rate and it was okay, but he heard a squeek! What the fuck I said? My blood pressure was 180/100. (Now we know thats just wrong). So off to the ER I went. What a horrible experience. The workup and general assumption that I was having an anxiety attack, or waas jamming for drugs really irked the hell out of me. Chest Xray done, EKG, labs all okay, no heart attack. Just Marsha feeling like a band is around her chest and every breath going into my back in deep twinges. Got better with Ibuprofin. Yea. Saw my chiropracter that afternoon, and he sums it up "I think you popped a rib" Gets me up, turns me around puts his arms under my armpits and pulls tight, "now lean back, throw your head back, which I do...and then the "clunk". He said, that was your rib. How bizarre!! Now I feel like I pitched a major league ball game. Wheee. If anyone needs a chiropracter in Marin, go to "LightHouse Wellness" and see Derek Anderson. He rocks.

ahahahahha

NNM~ — Thu, 19 May 2005 02:33:41 GMT

biw I have a blog.