Who Are You?

[saemo]

Oh my, do tell if possible, maybe privately.

Growing up, no swearing allowed. Not even butt! That would be bottom. One day I heard my dad say sh@& and so I immediately shared the moment with my brother, who informed me, my dad swears all the time at work!

[CCRW]

Hey Rain, I see you have been around just about a year now ... might I ask what brought you here?

 

Here, this one goes out to you:

[saemo]

OK, now everyone tell me that most embarrassing thing you chose to watch on Netflix or something.

Late night Netflix after the DH is asleep, I watch kid shows. They're good, no sex or violence, and always happy endings.

[hagoth7]

...OK, now everyone tell me that most embarrassing thing you chose to watch on Netflix or something. 

 

My wife and I love the Good Guys. We are half way through and can't believe the series wasn't renewed for a second year. Great cast. Tom Hanks' son is on of the main stars.

 

Oh, that was supposed to be embarrassing? My bad. :0) 

[MorningStar]

CCRW, that sounds like an absolute nightmare. 

[CCRW]

My wife and I love the Good Guys. We are half way through and can't believe the series wasn't renewed for a second year. Great cast. Tom Hanks' son is on of the main stars.

 

Oh, that was supposed to be embarrassing? My bad. :0) 

 

A few years back my wife and I borrowed a many sessions set of the Gilmore Girls from a neighbor.  We watched every one over the next month or so ... addicted behavior. 10pm just one more … 11pm, just one more, 12am just one more … next night starting over with the one we fell asleep with the night before.

[Okrahomer]

I can be quite absent-minded:

 

I got "the lead" in the high-school musical during my senior year.  After one quick costume change, I came back to center stage to sing my guts out while doing a soft-shoe with a couple of pretty girls.  Whatever pride I had in my tremendous singing and dancing abilities was completely dashed when one of the girls whispered in my ear:  "Hey!  You need to zip your fly!"

 

I'm also completely deaf in one ear.  It can make conversations with me "problematic."  Let's just say Miss Emily Litella and I have a lot in common.

[The Nehor]

I am the tingle that runs down your spine, the spice on your rice, the thrill of victory, the epiphany in your dreams, and the paragon of men.

Wherever I walk past everyone turns and asks: "Who is that guy?"

[MorningStar]

We have been in our house for over 6 months now and it still doesn't feel like a home.  I think it's because it doesn't have carpet.  That's the only thing I can think of.  We were in a two bedroom apartment before with 4 children, so you would think I would feel thrilled to live here, but between the hardwood floors and the crazy neighbor, I'm just not feeling it yet.

[seriously honestly]

I despise doing the laundry. Occasionally when a top or pants I want to wear is in the dirty clothes pile, I will spay it down with that scent killer stuff you buy at hunting/sporting stores and then throw it in the dryer.

 

I'm attempting to write a book, so we'll see how that goes.

 

My siblings and I can communicate fluently in movie quote and song lyrics and often use them as inside jokes. 

 

Thanks to shows like The Walking Dead, there are some people I encounter and just think "they'd be total walker bait..."

 

This is weird, but I'm not a fan the letters b, d, f, g, h, i, k, l, m, n, o, p, q, t, u, v, w, or  x on their own.  They "feel" heavier than a, c, e, j, r, or s. Also equally as weird, I mentally assign colors to the days of the week. Today's Tuesday, so today's color is mint green.  I think this is because of a wooden train set we had as kids that had the days of the week on each boxcar and it just stuck with me.

 

I'm trying to learn sign language after watching that show Switched at Birth. 

 

I don't like nuts in baked goods, and I don't like walnuts at all.

 

I'm allergic to melons and apricots.  

[MorningStar]

Oh, walnuts in brownies make me angry.  So do raisins in cookies when I think they're chocolate chips.

[Tacenda]

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Edited April 17, 2015 by Tacenda

[rongo]

My wife had a colostomy and an ileostomy back in 2008. She had part of her colon and part of her ileum (small intestine) removed, and they stapled the remaining GI tract back together after five months healing time (she has a clotting disorder, and had hundreds of clots and dead organs. She has to be on extremely high doses of warfarin for life because her body tries to clot in hundreds of places). She's fortunate in that they were able to put "Humpty Dumpty back together again" (many people have to deal with -ostomy bags for life), but she now has "short gut" (complications from the missing sections of the GI tract). Her body processes food differently now, and it's hard for her body to absorb the nutrients she needs from her food. Still, she's very blessed, and we can't complain!

[rongo]

Oh, walnuts in brownies make me angry.  So do raisins in cookies when I think they're chocolate chips.

Oatmeal cookies are meant *only* to have chocolate chips, not raisins.

 

Speaking of raisins (sort of), this Christmas I bought a fruit cake so my kids would get all of the fruit cake jokes. It was awful, and it was from the world-famous Georgia company that makes more fruitcake than any other company (like millions and millions a year). My kids (post mortem) wondered why anyone would ever eat it, and I told them about how they originated in England when there was a flour shortage but a glut in sugar, so fruit was preserved by candying it. Doing some research, I found that a family whose ancestor had sent George Washington a fruit cake (which he returned), still has it, and eats a little every Christmas. Spam and fruit cake will survive a nuclear holocaust (and Twinkie filling) . . .

 

Unless Johnny Carson was right, and there is only one fruit cake in the world, which is continually re-gifted and passed around.

 

Why am I talking about fruit cake? This one was chock full of raisins. It wouldn't have been as bad with fewer raisins (I can handle the gummy things).

[JLHPROF]

Oatmeal cookies are meant *only* to have chocolate chips, not raisins.

 

Speaking of raisins (sort of), this Christmas I bought a fruit cake so my kids would get all of the fruit cake jokes. It was awful, and it was from the world-famous Georgia company that makes more fruitcake than any other company (like millions and millions a year). My kids (post mortem) wondered why anyone would ever eat it, and I told them about how they originated in England when there was a flour shortage but a glut in sugar, so fruit was preserved by candying it. Doing some research, I found that a family whose ancestor had sent George Washington a fruit cake (which he returned), still has it, and eats a little every Christmas. Spam and fruit cake will survive a nuclear holocaust (and Twinkie filling) . . .

 

Unless Johnny Carson was right, and there is only one fruit cake in the world, which is continually re-gifted and passed around.

 

Why am I talking about fruit cake? This one was chock full of raisins. It wouldn't have been as bad with fewer raisins (I can handle the gummy things).

 

Umm...a fruitcake is very different from British Christmas puddings and Christmas cakes.

One is a little terrifying, the other delectable.

[seriously honestly]

Walnuts in brownies...way to ruin a delicious dessert....

[CCRW]

My wife had a colostomy and an ileostomy back in 2008. She had part of her colon and part of her ileum (small intestine) removed, and they stapled the remaining GI tract back together after five months healing time (she has a clotting disorder, and had hundreds of clots and dead organs. She has to be on extremely high doses of warfarin for life because her body tries to clot in hundreds of places). She's fortunate in that they were able to put "Humpty Dumpty back together again" (many people have to deal with -ostomy bags for life), but she now has "short gut" (complications from the missing sections of the GI tract). Her body processes food differently now, and it's hard for her body to absorb the nutrients she needs from her food. Still, she's very blessed, and we can't complain!

 

Those surgeries are so brutal.  Those walks around the hall being torture trying to get things working again.  I also had the ileostomy when they first removed the rectum giving it time for the south end to heal.  I hated the ileo, double barrel, recessed, ostomy rings and always fighting the toxic liquid eating the adhesive.  I had several "accidents" during the 8 months that  I was also dealing with chemo.  Given my options of  A. diaper;  and B. what I remember of the ileo; I was choosing C. and came very close.

 

The colonosomy has been a breeze in comparison.   Give that wife a big hug for me.  I understand part of what she has been through.  As well as you, the caregiver.

Edited April 15, 2015 by CCRW

[Garden Girl]

My husband used to make the best oatmeal cookies (with choc chips and walnuts)... he'd make dozens and mail them to people at Christmas... everyone loved them.

So, he needed surgery was very nervous about it... a relatively easy surgery... (he hated hospitals and going to docs, being a colon cancer survivor and a year of chemo).  Anyway, the day before his surgery he made a batch of his delicious cookies and took them to the hospital to give to the O.R. nurses because he wanted to ask them some questions.  They talked to him for a couple hours, showed him around, etc.  They just loved him... 

The next day he had his surgery...  we walked into the hospital holding hands... after the surgery the doc told me all had gone well and I could come back later that evening and take him home.  When I went to his room to get him, he was sitting up but was lethargic... I told the nurse... Something's wrong... she said they had talked to the doctor and he was expected later, and they wanted to keep him overnight.  I went home to get some of his things... the doc called and said they were putting him in intensive care and he wanted to do another surgery first thing in the morning to see what was going on... 

There were unexpected complications and he remained in intensive care in an induced coma for the next nine days... but it soon became evident that Ray would not recover... so after nine days in ICU, and according to his wishes, I told the doctors to just keep him comfortable and pain free... I went home to call family, when about an hour later I got a call from the doctor that he was gone...he was that sick...  

It seemed so unreal, this man that had been so nervous about going in for surgery... the way we held hands going in... the surgery being a success and my expecting to bring him home... complications that no one expected... that was 16 years ago...

A year after his death, I was able to have his temple work done, and I was sealed to him... I felt comfortable that he would approve because of several past conversations and his increasing interest in the Church... I was 58 when he died... I am now 74... I believe he waits for me, perhaps a little impatiently... 

 

from the beach on what turned out to be a lovely day... GG

[rongo]

Those surgeries are so brutal.  Those walks around the hall being torture trying to get things working again.  I also had the ileostomy when they first removed the rectum giving it time for the south end to heal.  I hated the ileo, double barrel, recessed, ostomy rings and always fighting the toxic liquid eating the adhesive.  I had several "accidents" during the 8 months that  I was also dealing with chemo.  Given my options of  A. diaper;  and B. what I remember of the ileo; I was choosing C. and came very close.

 

The colonosomy has been a breeze in comparison.   Give that wife a big hug for me.  I understand part of what she has been through.  As well as you, the caregiver.

Memories! She almost bled to death when they put her back together. She had a bad pain between her navel and her hip, and a lump appeared, first baseball-sized, then softball, then volleyball. She was filling with blood, and we had (what turned out to be) an eight-hour wait for surgery (the surgeon had a worse emergency to deal with). She doesn't remember any of this, but she told me at the time that the pain was worse than childbirth and delivery. Morphine wasn't affecting her at all, and at the time, I thought that morphine was the best available. They explained that they would try dilaudid (spelling?), which was more powerful than morphine, and if that didn't work, they had IV cocaine. Which was guaranteed to work . . . Dilaudid worked great, and she made it to surgery.

 

Changing the ileostomy bag seals was brutal, like you mentioned. Having to rip them off, taking skin with them, because of the digestive juice irritation, and then sealing another one on top of the raw spot was hard. There was a learning curve for both of us, and one time she had to do everything by herself (I was a bishop, and we had four young kids. I was gone until late, and she simply had to change the seals. It's much easier to do with someone helping or doing it for you, but she managed. I was mad at her, because we had several doctors and nurses in the ward, any one of which would have been happy and willing to help. But, I relate to her pride and independence . . .).

 

After she was put back together, we had a whole bunch of bags, seals, supplies, etc. and we found a charity that collects them. Boy, were they glad to get them! They said that whatever supplies weren't used in the U.S. were sent to Mexico, where people use garbage bags and duct tape if they can't find them. 

[Stargazer]

come on share something personal, that I can connect with

OK, but aside from the cancer thing there isn't much for you to connect with me. I always believed in God and Christ (my great grandmother read the Bible to me a lot when I was 7 and 8 years old).  When I found the Church in 1965 at age 14, it took me a year to get baptized, but I believed in it from the very beginning.  I've never had a falling out, had a hard time understanding how people could have a falling out with it, and any imperfections I find I just shrug my shoulders at and move on.  I do realize that the church is made up of fallible humans and fallible humans have been involved with God's true churches from Genesis on down. 

 

I have a testimony, and God has never failed me.  Not that I get everything I want (far from it), but the Spirit has borne with me for many years and continues to confirm to me that God lives, Jesus is the Christ, the Bible and the Book of Mormon are the word of God, and Joseph Smith was a prophet of God.

 

My burden is my own imperfection!  Which is a heavy burden, let me tell you.

[Stargazer]

Personal stuff:  I don't shave my legs very often.  Because I would rather cut myself less often. 

 

When I floss, even though I do it every day, I feel like my gums are being stabbed. 

 

I've gotten really lazy about putting the toilet paper on the thingie.  Now I set the roll on top of the thingie because we go through it so fast. 

 

I HATE my husband's beard.  I can't decide if he looks like he belongs more on Duck Dynasty or in a terrorist camp.  I have an aversion to beards because my grandpa used to lick his plate with runny egg yolk on it.  Sorry to everyone who now feels like they want to throw-up.  He's been growing it for a year to see how long it will get. 

 

If I ask my kids to clean, they'll disappear upstairs and then I can eat a treat in peace and quiet.  They don't want to draw attention to the fact that they're not cleaning like they were told.  They think they're geniuses, but I'm the real genius.

 

I have a crazy neighbor who uses his surveillance cameras to catch whose dog has been pooping in his yard.  He will go through 8 hours of footage just to confront someone about dog poop.  I have contemplated how funny it would be to use this drone someone gave us to fly way above his house, let it drop dog poop in his yard, and hear all about how he went stark raving mad because there was dog poop, but no dog.  One time what he caught was a giant coyote.  Apparently they don't clean up after themselves.

 

Please let me know if this was personal enough.  I have more.  Lots more. 

 

Oh, that was so funny!  Thanks for amusing me like that.

 

I bought a little tiny drone 2 weeks ago and flew it around a bit until I crashed it and killed it.  Fortunately, it only cost $18.  My brother bought one for $100 last year and immediately flew it into the top of the tree in his front yard, where couldn't get to it, and it couldn't move out of  See, I'm so much smarter!

 

My wife won't let me grow a beard!  And so I don't.  Don't tell me you don't have the authority to prevent a beard!?!?

[CCRW]

from the beach on what turned out to be a lovely day... GG

 

I am so glad the way this thread has gone.  I have laughed, I have cried, I have been deeply touched.  Thank you so much for sharing that GG.  Isn't it true that upon looking we realize we would not want to trade our trials with another.  May God bless you with many more a pleasant day.

Edited April 15, 2015 by CCRW

[CCRW]

OK, but aside from the cancer thing there isn't much for you to connect with me. I always believed in God and Christ (my great grandmother read the Bible to me a lot when I was 7 and 8 years old).  When I found the Church in 1965 at age 14, it took me a year to get baptized, but I believed in it from the very beginning.  I've never had a falling out, had a hard time understanding how people could have a falling out with it, and any imperfections I find I just shrug my shoulders at and move on.  I do realize that the church is made up of fallible humans and fallible humans have been involved with God's true churches from Genesis on down. 

 

I have a testimony, and God has never failed me.  Not that I get everything I want (far from it), but the Spirit has borne with me for many years and continues to confirm to me that God lives, Jesus is the Christ, the Bible and the Book of Mormon are the word of God, and Joseph Smith was a prophet of God.

 

My burden is my own imperfection!  Which is a heavy burden, let me tell you.

 

Stargazer, I can not imagine your burden and I am so sorry.    My grandfather on my mothers side is the man whom had the greatest influence upon me in my youth.  It is him, and others that have been my guardian angels, whom on occasion have answered my prayers.  May family on both sides of the veil surround you at this time.

[saemo]

Well, I like raisins and fruitcake. I mean good fruitcake, preferably soaked in rum.

[Rain]

Hey Rain, I see you have been around just about a year now ... might I ask what brought you here?

Here, this one goes out to you:

Like the Rain

I was hoping to discuss doctrine - to get a better understanding of it. Things like how the atonement works.

So I searched for boards that seemed a little more, um intellectual? Not quite, but as close as I can think. Unfortunately, you can only see 10 pages before registering. And after clearing my cookies a few times I finally just figured I would register.

It's not really what I was looking for. This board seems to be more of a debate board than a gain understanding board, but there have been a few people or threads that have kept me. I don't read near as much as I used to though.

I've always loved the rain. It rained on my wedding day and my favorite picture from that came because of the rain. But rain actually comes from Elder Uchtdorf's talk which I very much needed at the time.