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This week's burning question is:

When was the last time you cried?
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Smile, it will make them wonder what you are up to!

Tough one...I know...

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Smile, it will make them wonder what you are up to!

Good greef NO! You may not look like a teenager, but good greef, if i paid good money for tickets to the opera, I want to hear good singing, not look at just another "pretty young face" that can't carry a tune...its the music that counts! I could understand it in something like a movie, you wouldnt have an older actress playing a teenager, it wouldnt be believable..but opera is a whole different ball of wax...after all, there are fat old men singing the roles of dashing gigilos, meeheehee, and gettin well paid for it!
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PHTessie

Too old? Gimme a flippin' break! Where is this being performed? Hollywood where women only get jobs if they are 25, size 2 and have fake boobs? And how many times has Madame Butteryfly been performed by an older woman of zeftig porportions? Makes me wonder who your replacement is related to -

Of course, your figure could be the problem - you have a waistline. I'm in a neighborhood surrounded by schools and I go weeks without seeing a fit teenager. Post partum I'm a hefty size 14, but I'm skinny compared to most of the girls I see. Clearly you're from a older generation that knew they should take care of themselves.

Hope your replacement gets stage fright and chokes!

I logged off to think about my answer while at a dental appt. - now that I read what I wrote - ooh! I have to spend the upcoming weekend around the vile aunt and uncle and I'm NOT happy about it. It's already affecting my attitude I see!

last itme I cried was when I begged my OB to release the baby and me from the hospital early. I hadn't slept in 3 days, the nurses refused to take the baby to the hospital nursery for the night and I overheard a nurse making a catty comment outside my door as she left about what did I expect? There wasn't going to be a nursery nurse when I got home. It took 8 hours to get checked out, 7 during which they tested the "Do Not Steal Me" bands the babies wear around their ankles. One of the blaring klaxons was right outside my door. It rang nonstop. I was beyond the beyonds.

Once home, for the next day and a half I was only awake to nurse and go to the bathroom. Big Scary Man handled the diapers, fielded phone calls and left me alone. I still adore him for it.

>>I logged off to think about my answer while at a dental appt. - now that I read what I wrote - ooh! I have to spend the upcoming weekend around the vile aunt and uncle and I'm NOT happy about it. It's already affecting my attitude I see!
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>>last itme I cried was when I begged my OB to release the baby and me from the hospital early. I hadn't slept in 3 days, the nurses refused to take the baby to the hospital nursery for the night and I overheard a nurse making a catty comment outside my door as she left about what did I expect? There wasn't going to be a nursery nurse when I got home. It took 8 hours to get checked out, 7 during which they tested the "Do Not Steal Me" bands the babies wear around their ankles. One of the blaring klaxons was right outside my door. It rang nonstop. I was beyond the beyonds.
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>>Once home, for the next day and a half I was only awake to nurse and go to the bathroom. Big Scary Man handled the diapers, fielded phone calls and left me alone. I still adore him for it.

Sounds like the hospital from you know where. Glad you escaped and got BSM to help you at home!
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Smile, it will make them wonder what you are up to!

You look wonderful. SHAME ON THEM for saying you were too old and stopping you from something you love with a reason beyond your control. Shame, shame.
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Tammy
Stanley and Pookey

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, well last week i dropped a bottle of soda on my toe...that sure brought up a tear or two...do dat count?
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PHTessie

>>hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, well last week i dropped a bottle of soda on my toe...that sure brought up a tear or two...do dat count?
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>>PHTessie

I should think so! Ouch!
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Smile, it will make them wonder what you are up to!

I was choked up yesterday and sniffled during a poignant Christmas song...
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Tammy
Stanley and Pookey

Which begs the question - What was the song?

The last time I really bawled was last year. Hubby was going though a major bout of depression, and everything was getting to me. He was (and is) retired, I work full time. I came home to "what's for supper" (he is a better cook than I am), and did EVERYTHING around the house. He wouldnt even get off the couch to eat at the table. That is when I lost it, and cried for almost an hour. He got help the next day.

I understand a bit. DH is also retired and giving up his part-time work as a tutor at a local college. I've already informed him that since I'm working my tail off that now he will be the house husband and oversee a lot of things. I can already hear it - I don't know how - . Sigh. Hopefully the help you got DH gave him some confidence to proceed. My DH is on anti-depressents which help somewhat, but it is surely hard.

>>The last time I really bawled was last year. Hubby was going though a major bout of depression, and everything was getting to me. He was (and is) retired, I work full time. I came home to "what's for supper" (he is a better cook than I am), and did EVERYTHING around the house. He wouldnt even get off the couch to eat at the table. That is when I lost it, and cried for almost an hour. He got help the next day.
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Smile, it will make them wonder what you are up to!

He might surprise you Madame A!

When my father retired 20+ years ago he was totally helpless when it came to running the house. (Mom still worked fulltime) It only took a few months for him to become a tyrant with a mop in one hand and a dish towel over the shoulder. He was the best housewife ever in his mind.

My Mom never raises her voice, but she did eventually go into a screaming fit one day about his overbearing ways. He straighted up. She has been disabled for 15 years now. The care he gives her is fantastic. The house is neat as a pin. And they laugh more than any time in their marriage (my brother and I are actually a little resentful about it - they are having that good of a time. Why didn't they laugh like this when they were raising us?)

We'll hope for the best - after a little foot dragging, he might be just fine taking over the house.

He is better, but still doesn't know what the washing machine is (clean clothes appear magically), or what a vacuum is. He has started to back to work in his shop with Smig, and this summer spent alot of time in the garden planting, weeding, etc. Life is better than what it was.

The song was Jingle Bells.

Kidding.

It was "The Gift" by Garth Brooks. It is probably an older song, but I had never heard it. It is the one about Maria and the Nightengale...
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Tammy
Stanley and Pookey