Month: July 2015

Dear Auntie Linda, July 30, 2015

Auntie LindaDear Auntie Linda, I have not been able to get pregnant in three years.  My husband wants to adopt.  I am worried that I will I will get a baby with problems if I adopt.  I am concerned about the unstable background it might come from. What do you think?  Worried about baby.

Dear Worried, I think either having a baby or adopting is a toss up.  Take a good look at your family and your husband’s.  Every child has lots of options. not limited to traits you may be admiring it yourself or your husband.  We are what we are.  Frankly, if anyone, myself included, was looking at making a decision about having children by looking at the prospective parent’s collective gene pool, they’d probably want to think long and hard about it.  That being said, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss out. Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda, My husband’s older half-sister, Hazel, has a daughter, Debbie,  who is schizophrenic and drug-addicted.  Debbie has five children placed in foster homes because she can’t care for them.  Hazel and her husband adopted one child, but both are in very poor health and can’t take on any more.  Social Services has just contacted Hazel that Debbie has a ten-month old that needs placement and is due to deliver her eighth child any minute  Debbie has tested positive for heroin and her parental rights have been terminated due to her consistent drug use and failed parenting interventions with the other children.  Hazel is harassing us to adopt the ten-month old and the new baby, because she doesn’t want to lose them to adoption outside the family. Should family not take them, they have a prospective adoptive family waiting for the two of them.  Our children are grown.  We have no desire to start another family.  What do we do?  Don’t want to be Mama

Dear Don’t,.  You certainly should not take on children if you don’t want to be a mother.  Don’t do it.  Let them go to a loving home.   Auntie Linda

Joke of the Day

Hagar-Kilted-sA couple of girls were bicycling through Scotland. As they pedaled through the countryside, they spotted an old man off in a meadow sitting against a tree. It was such a idyllic scene, they decided to walk out and take a picture. They parked their bikes and hiked over to the old Scotsman.
When they got there, he was sound asleep, sawing logs, oblivious to the world.
As they stood there looking at the old man in his tam and kilt, one girl started giggling.
“What is it?” her friend asked.
The first girl said, “Oh, I’ve just always wondered if it’s true that Scotsmen don’t wear anything underneath their kilts.”
Her friend replied, “Well, there may never be a better time to find out.”
So they crept up to the Scotsman, who was snoring loudly, and very carefully lifted up his kilt for a peek underneath. Their curiosity satisfied, they smiled at each other and gently lowered the kilt.
As they stood there, the first girl said, “You know, we’ve invaded this man’s privacy and he doesn’t even know it.”
Her friend said, “So what should we do?”
The first girl said, “I think we should leave him a little memento.”
And with that, she pulled a blue hair ribbon from her hair, lifted up the Scotsman’s kilt, and left the ribbon underneath, then they hiked back to their bicycles and rode away.
Some time later, the old Scotsman started to wake up. He shook the cobwebs from his head and stretched his arms. Then he felt something underneath his kilt. He lifted it up and took a look.. He scratched his chin, lifted up his kilt again, and said, “Well, Ah don’t know where ya been, Laddie, but I’m glad ta see ya won first prize.”

My son, the triathlete…

Reblog from Daily Echo. What a guy!

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You may know my son’s story. For once, I have no problem repeating it for those who do not. I have a very good reason for it that I have been bursting to share!

In 2009 my son was 25… a good looking, successful young man with a fast car, nice apartment near the coast and a very promising career. That ended on July 4th when he was left for dead in a Bournemouth alley, stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack.

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I have written before of the terror of the next days as he underwent brain surgery to remove the shards of shattered bone from the left hemisphere of his brain. I have told of the weeks of heartache as we waited to see if he would live or die, while his brain bled and swelled, causing further damage to the brain stem itself…

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Virtues & Vices !

I must do this!

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Surprise for Angel

DressesToday I was shopping in Shreveport when I met the nicest lady.  She pointed out the cutest blouse to me.  When I found it I found a dress next to it I just loved.   I brought the dress back for her in her size, too. The upshot was, I ended up buying the same blouse she did and the dress in the picture.  She looked so cute and we had such a fine time shopping, I ended up buying her the dress, just because we had so much fun.  We are going to meet again to go shopping.  And no, I wasn’t drunk, just having a great day.  I hope you enjoy your dress as much as I will mine, Angel!  I think I surprised myself as much as I did you.

Buffalo Theory of Beer

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A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first.

This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.

In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.

In this way regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

That’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers, and that’s why beer is so GOOD for you!

An Open Letter To My Wife

Reblog from My Friday Blog

Joke of the Day

The Old Monk
A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand.

He notices, however, that they are copying copies, not the original books. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.

The head monk says “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.

Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar, and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what’s wrong.

The old monk sobs, “The word is celebrate.”

Ask Auntie Linda, July 28, 2015

Auntie LindaDear Auntie Linda,

I was coming home from a fun outing with my lovely new friend from down there Louisiana way, minding my own business, enjoying my new paper hat with embroidered flowers. Being a little weary of traffic, I decided to stop for a quick break at Mickey D’s.

It was a beautiful, sunshiny day. My mood was as happy as my bright yellow shirt and I was all hopped up on a Starbuck’s iced mocha latte, so I headed off to the restroom, came out and stretched my legs on an outdoor bench in the shade.

As I stood up and reached around to stretch my hands behind my back, I felt a sharp, needle-like pain go up my left arm. Oh, Lord, please don’t let this be a heart attack or something serious like that!  I was still about 45 minutes from home, with a cooler full of fresh beef in my trunk. (I’d been shopping at my family’s old time Amish meat market).

I got back in my car, and called my little brother, who works very nearby. Call went straight to voicemail. I was getting worried, when I noticed a little bit of swelling around my wrist, and the skin was turning red, starting to itch.

I’d been bitten, no doubt by an insect from those lovely landscaping shrubs behind me at the Mickey D’s. That was a relief. 

Now here’s the problem. I don’t know how to treat the bite, since I didn’t see the flying culprit. It is still swollen, itches like nobody’s business, and the redness spread overnight to the back of the wrist. There are a few entry points; it looks like something poked into me at 4 different spots, one large one and 3 smaller ones, so it might not have been a bee? 

Any suggestions?

 I tried a baking soda paste, apple cider vinegar and ice packed it for a bit. 

Signed, 

Still Swollen in the Suburbs 

Dear Still,  It does sound like a stinging rather than biting insect.  Sounds like you are doing everything right.  If swelling or pain get worse, or if you get bruising at site, might want to see a doctor, just in case it is a spider bite.  Ice to site and antihistamine are always good.  Sounds like an unpleasant end to a great day.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda, My marriage just broke up.  I walked out with nothing.  How do I get started over when I have no job, no car, and have to live with my parents?  I feel so hopeless?  Feel like such a loser.

Dear Feel, Lots of people have been where you are.  Start at the local employment office.  Take whatever you can find, even if it doesn’t pay well.  Some money is better than none.  It’s easier to find a job if you have one.  Make sure you save back a few dollars each payday, no matter what.  You’ll need it when you move out.  Check on educational programs and job training.  You may qualify for loans, grants, scholarships or tuition assistance.  Don’t be afraid to ask for help.  Good luck!  Auntie Linda