OT I went in a major snit/conniption tonight in the Dress Barn.

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elyse, I think I have the fear and I should of voiced this very early on and perhaps Deb would of understood me better, but I have the fear of getting diabetes type 2 after all this surgery, due to the weight…Then it’s the whole mess all over again. And yes, I feel the weight too in terms of clothes not fitting, I had to borrow a coat for the winter, and other things about being heavier that makes it hard on you physically and mentally. My aunt came up this weekend, my mom’s sister and she has battled weight for a long time and we talked (and really laughed over inside things only a heavy person would understand) and it felt so good to be away from the skinny world a minute and have an understanding ear to bend. Ted is wonderful about it too(of course, he has been on a diet and losing all this weight and looks great..and I am happy but jealous) The Remeron started the weight, my one dialysis tech was so afraid I was just squirreling water that he did an extra dialysis treatment on me one sat(and off day) and we realized, oh booooooooy it’s weight, then I was ten to fifteen over right before my surgery with water weight so after surgery I was thinking a nice float around Giant’s stadium would be in order as I was now the Goodyear. LOL I do laugh about this too..and then OMG, candy~~~~~LOL twenty seven years of no candy and junk…I did enjoy trying all the forbidden stuff though, I don’t regret that! I loved to be at dinner and order dessert without the "did you bring your insulin?" LOL I think what folks may or may not understand, is when you are one weight all of your life and then are another and it’s a lifechange in clothes, how you feel about yourself and just how others treat you(I have had more people let doors go in my face!~) which we won’t go there…but it’s a big change and one that is hard to accept for many reasons. I am afraid my sugars will go up and I will end up on Insulin and back to that again but if it does, well, I will do it and just thank God I am alive.. Thank you elyse, I know how you feel and I value you too, in many ways. Loveyou, Cheryl — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cheryl, I know all to well the feeling of the extra weight. since I have been on meds I have gained about 55 – 60 pounds and I HATE to see myself in the mirror anymore. I have tried so long and hard to come to terms with this but it is impossible. Most of you know driving is the one problem I have with the pd but the weight gain with meds is so hard for me to live with. I miss being 108 (which my grandmother always said "108 is a lady’s weight"). So I get upset easily between both of these issues – pd and the weight. Now I am here thinking of all of the upcoming holidays and all I can imagine is how much more weight could I possibly put on. My husband is so supportive, nonverbally (he is a man who knows not to go near the weight issue) but I am sure he would like me to shed severallllllll pounds also. I don’t really want to do this for him but I need to do this for me. So I know where you are with the new clothes situation. it took me sooooo long to finally buy the next size jeans but my ego/vanity were a problem. I really just needed to vent and get this out and since you were on the subject of weight and prednisone(sp) it gave me the opportunity to do so. Also let me tell you that I value our friendship and hope you always stay around here. You can make me laugh and for that I thank you… love and smiles, elise — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her,

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Cheryl, I know all to well the feeling of the extra weight. since I have been on meds I have gained about 55 – 60 pounds and I HATE to see myself in the mirror anymore. I have tried so long and hard to come to terms with this but it is impossible. Most of you know driving is the one problem I have with the pd but the weight gain with meds is so hard for me to live with. I miss being 108 (which my grandmother always said "108 is a lady’s weight"). So I get upset easily between both of these issues – pd and the weight. Now I am here thinking of all of the upcoming holidays and all I can imagine is how much more weight could I possibly put on. My husband is so supportive, nonverbally (he is a man who knows not to go near the weight issue) but I am sure he would like me to shed severallllllll pounds also. I don’t really want to do this for him but I need to do this for me. So I know where you are with the new clothes situation. it took me sooooo long to finally buy the next size jeans but my ego/vanity were a problem. I really just needed to vent and get this out and since you were on the subject of weight and prednisone(sp) it gave me the opportunity to do so. Also let me tell you that I value our friendship and hope you always stay around here. You can make me laugh and for that I thank you… love and smiles, elise

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG Now listen to me Johnny bloody foreigner Stiff upper lipped huzzy you are~ LOL , you know i’m always right about *everything* OH boy, "everyone HEADS UP~" . Jello my crumpets patooty woman and i think your mom should be encouraged coz she’s right so shut yer yap and *listen* to her )))) Her yap is flapping more than mine anyday of the week! LOL JELLO schmello. Lord S. <nanny, NANNY, i’ve got my fingers stuck in my ears and i can’t get them out All that wax build up from underuse, you should listen to Johnny foriegner(be nice if I could spell~LOL) Lord Snotty, there will be a box of Jello in your Opal fruit mail. <going to grocery JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY. "it must be jelly coz jam don’t wobble like that" Lord S. <packing up some JELLY crystals in my letter to Americy LOL <calling postmaster to killfile my REAL mailbox from Lord Snotty. LOLOL

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LOL, this is true, I have enough to protect them! It’s funny you mention that, I can’t STAND to have the seat belt across that area, I have to move it higher up. Sure, you can borrow Carolee, she will have you outfitted in two seconds flat~she is wonderful for that stuff. ) I am waiting for the kidney bill, they say it’s usually over ten grand… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Your Mom sounds wonderful. Can I borrow her once in a while? I need to get some nice clothes to fit a body with a masculine bone structure, but feminine fat pads. And, I think it’s nice that you have a little extra cushioning for your organs, they were damn expensive! — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG

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– A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG Now listen to me Johnny bloody foreigner Stiff upper lipped huzzy you are~ LOL , you know i’m always right about *everything* OH boy, "everyone HEADS UP~" . Jello my crumpets patooty woman and i think your mom should be encouraged coz she’s right so shut yer yap and *listen* to her )))) Her yap is flapping more than mine anyday of the week! LOL JELLO schmello. Lord S. <nanny, NANNY, i’ve got my fingers stuck in my ears and i can’t get them out All that wax build up from underuse, you should listen to Johnny foriegner(be nice if I could spell~LOL) Lord Snotty, there will be a box of Jello in your Opal fruit mail. <going to grocery JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY. "it must be jelly coz jam don’t wobble like that" Lord S. <packing up some JELLY crystals in my letter to Americy

LOL <calling postmaster to killfile my REAL mailbox from Lord Snotty. LOLOL – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG Now listen to me Johnny bloody foreigner Stiff upper lipped huzzy you are~ LOL , you know i’m always right about *everything* OH boy, "everyone HEADS UP~" . Jello my crumpets patooty woman and i think your mom should be encouraged coz she’s right so shut yer yap and *listen* to her )))) Her yap is flapping more than mine anyday of the week! LOL JELLO schmello. Lord S. <nanny, NANNY, i’ve got my fingers stuck in my ears and i can’t get them out All that wax build up from underuse, you should listen to Johnny foriegner(be nice if I could spell~LOL) Lord Snotty, there will be a box of Jello in your Opal fruit mail. <going to grocery

JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY, JELLY. "it must be jelly coz jam don’t wobble like that" Lord S. <packing up some JELLY crystals in my letter to Americy – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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– A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG Now listen to me Johnny bloody foreigner

Stiff upper lipped huzzy you are~ LOL , you know i’m always right about *everything*

OH boy, "everyone HEADS UP~" . Jello my crumpets patooty woman and i think your mom should be encouraged coz she’s right so shut yer yap and *listen* to her ))))

Her yap is flapping more than mine anyday of the week! LOL JELLO schmello. Lord S. <nanny, NANNY, i’ve got my fingers stuck in my ears and i can’t get them out

All that wax build up from underuse, you should listen to Johnny foriegner(be nice if I could spell~LOL) Lord Snotty, there will be a box of Jello in your Opal fruit mail. <going to grocery – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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Your Mom sounds wonderful. Can I borrow her once in a while? I need to get some nice clothes to fit a body with a masculine bone structure, but feminine fat pads. And, I think it’s nice that you have a little extra cushioning for your organs, they were damn expensive! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter <smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG

Now listen to me Johnny bloody foreigner, you know i’m always right about *everything*. Jello my crumpets patooty woman and i think your mom should be encouraged coz she’s right so shut yer yap and *listen* to her )))) Lord S. <nanny, NANNY, i’ve got my fingers stuck in my ears and i can’t get them out – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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– A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are

Heh…piddle poop.but thank you anyhoo, silly patooty my toe jam, I am looking mighty motherish~ LOL NJxo – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx

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(((((Cheryl)))) Prednisone does indeed suck, I was on it for months after I had my first PA, the docs were certain it was some sort of breathing problem. Yes it sucks, yes it can and will give you a body worthy of a Rubenesque painters model. But it is also doing its part to keep you here, & keep you healthy. Start looking for modeling jobs. You have a good mom Cheryl. Love, Jessica

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Upon turning 50, Dave Barry wrote a list of things he had learned in his 50 years. One of them was "Never, under any circumstances, never, ever ask a woman if she is pregnant unless you actually see the baby coming out of her." I had an overweight friend who was hurt that no one noticed she was pregnant even in her 8th month. I too went shopping last night and did not have a good time. I have always been full figured (euphemistic term for "fat") (hey cheryl you can use euphemistic in your next word list). Anyway, I’m more euphemistically full figured than ever. Not fun. But I was shopping with my daughter who was shopping for my birthday presents so that made me feel good. Cheryl, I love your rants!! You keep that fighting spirit, girlfriend. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Jeannie "On the other hand….you have different fingers." Before you buy.

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– A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

<smacking you and Mum with a packet of Jello Always winning, my patooty…you are in for a long haul with an argument with me! Ask her~ We have been arguing over the same crap for years! LOL don’t encourage her, Lord Snot she will tell everyone I wet the bed when I was young…When you pulled those fingers out of your ears did you get a sudden WHOOOOOOOOSH of air? LOL NJG – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you Kenny, your post is the mysterious truth that we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!!

Well helloooooooooo moms, we meet at last, i’ve heard a lot about you <G. I’ve told your silly daughter that many times before and as i *always* win arguments with her she’ll just have to believe it Kenny <sticking my fingers in my ears and not listening to anything the silly patooty woman’s got to say on the matter – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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– A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

Hmph, sure does suck. . But it is also doing its part to keep you here, & keep you healthy. Start looking for modeling jobs.

I realize it’s doing it’s part, I think I need not to write personal matters on here… I seem to stumble over how I feel and how it comes out. I am very very thankful they have this "wonder" drug….I see why they tell you at the Tx center to never complain ever as it’s not understood too well. I am thankful, we will leave it at that. You have a good mom Cheryl.

I am sure that will be tested today going to Children’s for her casting… Char (not Charla) sent her Dino tatoos so I am going to put them on her hands to keep her busy. Thanks Jessica, please don’t think I am mad at you, I just hate myself for even complaining…I feel I have a right but I don’t all at the same time. :o( Cheryl – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Love, Jessica

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we all miss in this journey called "life"..Cheryl is not only beautiful outside, but she is one of the most beautiful people "inside" that I have ever met…AND I am an authority, on the subject as I am her mom..NOW, dear Kenny, would you be so kind as to send her your post everyday, until she believes it. Love, Cheryl’s mom who is learning to duck flying clothes in fitting rooms!!!! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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AH HA! I don’t even have the prednisone to blame but by gawd I am due any day now. Wearing sweats, boxers, tshirts (well the ones that are big enough) and (I shit you not) maternity clothes. My sis-in-law gave me all of her stuff after my niece was born so I could *save* it for when I have a baby. Hell I wear it now! Now it is my turn to say…..you are not ALONE…I understand! I think I’ll name mine Alfreida Gore Williams…whatdyathink? Anyhow… If I can figger out how the hell I can get it mailed I will send you a tshirt so you can wear it in protest of the shitty way state workers are treated in Oklahoma…K? R – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

Robin

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Well, thank goodness my mother is a forgiving woman as I was just so upset~ and that is exactly how you (well I) look, preggers so everything is just not fitting well..I need my maternity clothes back! LOL I just feel awful for my mom, she was really trying to help and she LOVES shopping and helping others with clothes and I just find the whole scene worse than the dentist~ OF course, I am forgetting that I have two new organs and a post surgical abdomen. LOL Silly ass I am. I just wish we didn’t have to buy clothes ever…AND the Christmas garb is out~! All the red and green sweaters and shiny stuff…<rolling my eyes My mom said, hey, do you need anything for the holidays(before my snit) and I just about went into a spasm "sure, I don’t mind looking like a big Christmas tree ball~" LOL xo thanks Robin. Alfrieda and Little Al George Jebs Dubya may be the cutest two kids ever~ LOL xo — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – AH HA! I don’t even have the prednisone to blame but by gawd I am due any day now. Wearing sweats, boxers, tshirts (well the ones that are big enough) and (I shit you not) maternity clothes. My sis-in-law gave me all of her stuff after my niece was born so I could *save* it for when I have a baby. Hell I wear it now! Now it is my turn to say…..you are not ALONE…I understand! I think I’ll name mine Alfreida Gore Williams…whatdyathink? Anyhow… If I can figger out how the hell I can get it mailed I will send you a tshirt so you can wear it in protest of the shitty way state workers are treated in Oklahoma…K? R Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3 Robin

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It’s what’s *inside* that counts goombah and don’t bloody exaggerate anyway, little English rose and a silly patooty woman you are LB. xxxxxxxxxxxxx – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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Appalling language, cover your eyes! Just thought I would share that I look like I am going to give birth in a about three months now. NOTHING fits so I waded up all the clothes my mother brought into the dressing room and threw them as hard as I could sort of at her(she moved fast) and started crying I HATE PREDNIFUCKINGSONE…if one of you even breath that it’s keeping me alive and to be thankful I will fly (yes, fly) to the location of your home and move in with you forever. I hate clothes shopping anyway and when I HAD to buy clothes as things just don’t fit like they should and everyone is sick of seeing me in boxers and t shirts this fall…I don’t care…I hate clothes, and when you are the prednisone Ball you look even more dainty.. Could they please come up with an anti inflammatory drug that doesn’t make you look like Quasimoto? I look like Farmer Ben in the damn pants I bought, stick a piece of straw in my mouth and grab me a John Deere hat and yippeekiyaymotherfuckers… I was so agitated my mother left me in the store. LEFT ME. So I bought my John Deere jeans and left and we went to B and N which threw me into a state but I survived…She was at a lost, poor thing…I really felt for her as I was in a total rage. I think I am angry over something and cannot for the life of me figure it out WHAT! But damn it to hell, at least a pair of pants and a shirt without someone saying, wow, when ya due mama? I am done. Yes, I am thankful for my transplant but I have to say my Snickering days are bloody pippety fucking pop pip pip OVER. I went to my mom’s after and in the spirit of my gentle Gan she said, "why you look fine!" sigh Mom made me tea(without milk thank you) and gave me a Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt that I have been trying to swipe from her forever. Thank God for mom’s especially when waded up clothes come sailing to their heads at 90 mph. ~thanks mom~xoxo My solution is this, I am going to stick out my stomach as far as it can go and just pretend I am pregnant…it will be easier…the only ones I can’t fool are the Eckerds folks…I will say I am having a boy and naming it Al George Jebs dubya Chant in honor of our week long election. Thank YOU for letting me vent and being here… ) Prednisone Mama. My mother bought me a bookmark with :"tranquility" on it… — A blessed companion is a book–a book that is fitly chosen is a life-long friend. Douglas Jerrold 1808-1857 TC3

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