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killingtime wrote:Thanks everyone. The community's compassion always amazes me...

Wow, that was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.

I am glad I stayed with Misty through her passing.

I am so sorry for your loss. She sounds like a wonderful cat, and she was lucky to have you.

KT -- my heart grieves for you and Misty.
Last fall I had to have my beloved Ginger put to sleep.....and since you and I have been through such similar things, I know you are asking "How many more loved ones can I lose?" I felt like I had lost everything I loved except for my daughter, and I know you are probably feeling somewhat like that.
But please know that you are loved and that the losses you have felt will eventually be healed.
Call me if you want to talk.

<<< KT, Big HUG to you! >>>

so sorry.

i'm so sorry kt

dontwantaname wrote:Thinking of you KT.
The real world is nowhere near as good as woot when you lose a pet.
I guess in the real world you wouldn't admit that you cried for a pet, or even stranger, cried because someone else lost a pet. There is just enough nonreality here to admit it.

i don't know... i'm not ashamed to admit how much i was bawling when we put Skye down. i'm tearing up again thinking of that and thinking of what kt is going through. i know i definitely needed an arm around me then. it's not the same... but at least kt knows there are a lot of people here who would give her that hug if we could, and that's something.

Bump...got her ashes yesterday & had an interesting experience with them...

killingtime wrote:Bump...got her ashes yesterday & had an interesting experience with them...

Continue, please.

pooflady wrote:Continue, please.

Well, I went to the vet, picked up the box of ashes and there was a cremation certificate on top of the box as well as some lovely pet resources inside the envelope...

I went to the car full of curiosity. I never saw a human nor an animal in a cremation urn/box so I didn't know what to expect.

I had precisely 30 minutes to get to a "Walleyball" game so I knew if I didn't look inside the box then, I wouldn't get to look at the ashes until after dark.

My running assumption was that I should be very, very, very careful opening the latch and subsequently - the box.

I opened the box expecting to see loose ashes inside, but instead there is something that looks like a sock...

So, still, with morbid curiosity, I am interested to know how fragile this "sock" is...so I begin to poke it.

It is noticeably firm & I take a look around to make sure no one had been looking at me. I would have surely looked like an idiot at that moment in time.

Then I began to think what a great idea that would be for a Candid Camera episode...find a public, but little traveled area like a public library and have a box or urn of ashes on a table with a certificate of cremation nearby and document what people do when they come upon the box/urn.

killingtime wrote:Well, I went to the vet, picked up the box of ashes and there was a cremation certificate on top of the box as well as some lovely pet resources inside the envelope...

I went to the car full of curiosity. I never saw a human nor an animal in a cremation urn/box so I didn't know what to expect.

I had precisely 30 minutes to get to a "Walleyball" game so I knew if I didn't look inside the box then, I wouldn't get to look at the ashes until after dark.

My running assumption was that I should be very, very, very careful opening the latch and subsequently - the box.

I open the box expecting to see loose ashes inside, but instead there is something that looks like a sock...

So, still, with morbid curiosity, I am interested to know how fragile this "sock" is...so I begin to poke it.

It is noticeably firm & I take a look around to make sure no one had been looking at me. I would have surely looked like an idiot at that moment in time.

Then I began to think what a great idea that would be for a Candid Camera episode...find a public, but little traveled area like a public library and have a box or urn of ashes on a table with a certificate of cremation nearby and document what people do when they come upon the box/urn.

Hi KT! That would be some interesting reactions to be sure!

dontwantaname wrote:Weird. Splinter is ashes. With a few bone fragments thrown in.
He was about 2 lbs and fits nicely in a large salt shaker.

I wouldn't recommend a salt shaker as his final resting place. May lead to awkward moments at the next dinner party.

dontwantaname wrote:Well, the mouse isn't a salt shaker. But it is around the size of one.

Tried to google a ceramic rat. Didn't really come up with anything.

zea3 wrote:Hi KT! That would be some interesting reactions to be sure!

Yeah, that could be hilarious.

The woot-filters are hilarious sometimes. I wonder what led them to add this one:

"Be It Ever So Humble; There's No Place Like Satellite of Love."

or

"Satellite of Love On The Range"

or

"Old Kentucky Satellite of Love"

Some of them are really funny. Grate for g r e a t just annoys me.

pooflady wrote:Some of them are really funny. Grate for g r e a t just annoys me.

Lady Poof,

Grating, isn't it?

no1 wrote:Lady Poof,

Grating, isn't it?

Extremely.

Yay! When I got back from vacation, I took my diabetes blood/urine tests & I thought surely I would fail considering my pancake breakfast and ice cream with Tall & Poof and Sonic lunch and Cracker Barrel breakfast with TennBee...

I wonder if my results got mixed up with someone else's?

I can't figure out this diabetes stuff...when I think I have been good, I test horribly. When I think I have been bad, I test fine. WTH?!?

And my A1c last week was 6.8 and they weren't happy with it.

Edit: 'course, there's a big age difference.

pooflady wrote:And my A1c last week was 6.8 and they weren't happy with it.

Damn! I am not moving to OH, that's for sure!!! What does he/she want it to be?

Hi KT! Hi Poof!
Glad you got good news on your tests KT!

killingtime wrote:Damn! I am not moving to OH, that's for sure!!! What does he/she want it to be?

Less. I actually had it down to 5.5 at one time. Then I quit smoking....can't seem to be able to work on two things at once. Like whack a mole. Conquer one and something else pops up.

Happy Mother's Day (to Most)!

So, tomorrow is kind of a nerve-wracking evening. Tomorrow night, The Cure play at the Agganis Arena at Boston University. This is their make up concert in Boston for the one they postponed last year. Stlwooter was kind enough to volunteer himself for the first concert, but now with baby duties (or doodies), I find myself going with a casual female acquaintance from my separated/divorced/widowed support group.

Here is my fear...My husband also loves The Cure and there is some likelihood he could be there. I have not seen or talked to him in about a year (and we are still not divorced). I am not sure I could handle bumping into him...no less if he has pregnant girlfriend (or girlfriend with baby) in tow.

I know it seems so silly to most, but it is really giving me a high level of anxiety. I am torn. I want to go see the band so much because it is something I love, but the potential for running into them makes me want to stay at home and climb under the covers. I could hardly sleep thinking about it last night.

killingtime wrote:Happy Mother's Day (to Most)!

So, tomorrow is kind of a nerve-wracking evening. Tomorrow night, The Cure play at the Agganis Arena at Boston University. This is their make up concert in Boston for the one they postponed last year. Stlwooter was kind enough to volunteer himself for the first concert, but now with baby duties (or doodies), I find myself going with a casual female acquaintance from my separated/divorced/widowed support group.

Here is my fear...My husband also loves The Cure and there is some likelihood he could be there. I have not seen or talked to him in about a year (and we are still not divorced). I am not sure I could handle bumping into him...no less if he has pregnant girlfriend (or girlfriend with baby) in tow.

I know it seems so silly to most, but it is really giving me a high level of anxiety. I am torn. I want to go see the band so much because it is something I love, but the potential for running into them makes me want to stay at home and climb under the covers. I could hardly sleep thinking about it last night.

It would be real easy for me to say don't let him spoil something you love to do. That's theory. Realistically, if you honestly think you wouldn't enjoy the concert on the chance that he might be there, don't put yourself through it. But think what the chances are of him being there. Has he ever bought the tickets or has it always been you?

killingtime wrote:Happy Mother's Day (to Most)!

So, tomorrow is kind of a nerve-wracking evening. Tomorrow night, The Cure play at the Agganis Arena at Boston University. This is their make up concert in Boston for the one they postponed last year. Stlwooter was kind enough to volunteer himself for the first concert, but now with baby duties (or doodies), I find myself going with a casual female acquaintance from my separated/divorced/widowed support group.

Here is my fear...My husband also loves The Cure and there is some likelihood he could be there. I have not seen or talked to him in about a year (and we are still not divorced). I am not sure I could handle bumping into him...no less if he has pregnant girlfriend (or girlfriend with baby) in tow.

I know it seems so silly to most, but it is really giving me a high level of anxiety. I am torn. I want to go see the band so much because it is something I love, but the potential for running into them makes me want to stay at home and climb under the covers. I could hardly sleep thinking about it last night.

GO! If he's there, snub the hell out of him. Show that you're having a good time. Might be fun to even just chatterbox away at him "Oh, I'm so glad to get out and see the Cure again. Robert looks so good, doesn't he? You probably wish you aged as well as he has, huh? Same with your ho. My, the grumble and/or bemoan fate is really showing her pregnancy, isn't she? I sure hope everything is OK, what with that whole cousins thing about marriage...tell her she really ought to start getting some exercise, so she doesn't gain too much more weight. meeeeoowww!"

killingtime wrote:Damn! I am not moving to OH, that's for sure!!! What does he/she want it to be?

ideal would be 6. mine is usually in the 6.3- 6.7 range. but I test blood 6 times a day, and take insulin to keep BS in line.

dontwantaname wrote:Woh, remind me to be really nice to Josephus!
Sounds like he has done this before.

vulture, that's me. imagine if I wanted to be a troll!

How big is the arena? I think you should go. Even if he is there, there will be so many people that the chances of running into him are still probably pretty slim. And you'd hate to miss something you'd really enjoy because of the small possibility that he'd ruin it for you.

But it is certainly understandable that the possibility is causing you anxiety. I hope you go and have a fabulous time!

I am going to the concert as of this particular point in time. I will pick up my friend around 6:15-6:30p on the South Shore so this lessens the chances of me possibly running into him...as this is getting late to get into Boston for a 7:30p concert.

It's a 7200 seat arena so kinda on the smallish side. Doubt (if he's going) he has good seats, but not sure since some people may have turned them in after the first show cancellation. Generally, I procured the tickets during our dating/marriage...and worked hard to get the best seats possible.

I am trying to figure out if I should bring my harpoon should I spot the "whale."

daj59 wrote:You go girl! You go with your head held high, dressed to the nines, and if by some small chance you see him (he probably won't be allowed to go anyway), you give him the look that says "Look what you missed out on."

Then walk away whispering and laughing with your friend.

Great advice. I'm glad you're going.

I need a perpetual massage...or at least one that puts me to sleep.

I have been lying in bed for an hour trying to sleep and I can't.

I'm up and I feel like cleaning/vacuuming & I know that is bad...just my OCD trying to relieve the stress of tomorrow.

My hands are idle...what to do?

killingtime wrote:I need a perpetual massage...or at least one that puts me to sleep.

I have been lying in bed for an hour trying to sleep and I can't.

I'm up and I feel like cleaning/vacuuming & I know that is bad...just my OCD trying to relieve the stress of tomorrow.

My hands are idle...what to do?

You went to bed at 7:15? Why?

pooflady wrote:You went to bed at 7:15? Why?

Didn't sleep well last night...plus don't know how to deal with the anxiety about tomorrow.

Just thought sleep might shut it off...

killingtime wrote:Didn't sleep well last night...plus don't know how to deal with the anxiety about tomorrow.

Just thought sleep might shut it off...

Would you be able to read? Go to a late movie somewhere? Watch TV? Rent a move? Listen to Robert?