The night of my 21st birthday party. definitely.

Seriously though, there are loads of awful things that I could think of, but I look at it the same as Mach, they make me who I am.

Sometimes you have to go through the shit to learn and grow. I'm quite glad i've been through some bad times. Makes me feel proud to be where I am today and gives me the courage to do all the other stuff that's in front of me in life.

my middle child would whinge a lot less

actually if he behaved like his two brothers, my life would be completely PERFECT!

jimi hendrix would not have died as he did

ZombieKitten said:

my middle child would whinge a lot less

actually if he behaved like his two brothers, my life would be completely PERFECT!

Us middle boys can be sensitive like that.

the day i moved 2 charlotte nc i would of moved 2 denver colorado instead i havent been happy since i been here the people arent all that nice and everybody just seem so self centered and all for themselves here

Nothing...because everything in my life had to happen to make me the person I am today.

FauxReal said:

ZombieKitten said:

my middle child would whinge a lot less

actually if he behaved like his two brothers, my life would be completely PERFECT!

Us middle boys can be sensitive like that.

did you used to scream for an hour or more over something totally irrational also?

ZombieKitten said:

FauxReal said:

Us middle boys can be sensitive like that.

did you used to scream for an hour or more over something totally irrational also?

I am the oldest and my parents say that I did that.

I think if I changed one single event, other things or my outlook may have been different.

Since it's too much work, I wouldn't change anything knowing that that one thing would completely change who I am now. Besides, I'm okay with myself how I am now even though I'm a little 'different'.

may 10th, 1997. if i had only known......

my mother dying

I've been looking at this thread since you started it GrayCap my event took place in a matter of 5 minutes, Just 5 minutes and it altered me and my mothers life forever.

My mom has Alzheimer's, she could walk and talk but needed constant supervision. She would try to leave the house, had no idea who I was, thought she was anywhere from the age of 9- 12. She hardly slept at night, needed help bathing and getting dressed. On January 22nd 2008 she was supposed to go out with her companion but I cancelled it because it snowed and the driveway wasn't plowed yet.

So at 1:30, the time she was supposed to go out, I served lunch for my kids and my mom. I had the kids eat in the kitchen and my mom in the dining room because my mom literally shoveled the food in her mouth which caused excessive drooling and kids thought it was gross. I made her a chicken patty sandwich and checked in on her about every 2 mins or so to make sure she wasn't shoving it in her mouth.

I was sitting at the top of the stairs talking to my ex about clearing out the driveway when our daughter who was coming up the stairs asked "why is grandma sitting like that"? I turned and saw her slumped over in her chair. We ran over and she was completely blue, not breathing with food stuffed in her mouth.

We got her on the floor began CPR and dialed 911. She was eventually revived but never the same because of those minutes I didn't check on her. She is completely bed ridden, a tracheostomy tube in her throat, feeding tube in her stomach, and catheter. She cannot speak, nor walk and never will. By the grace of God she was well enough to be cared for by me at home after two months in the hospital and I have had her here ever since. As long as it is medically possible she will remain with me.

I have many many regrets in my life but those few minutes out of all of the time in my life I would change if only I could.

November 4th 1984. It was my birthday. I was 24.

My son who's name was Michael was born on 28 June 1983 is in hospital. He was born prematurely and had breathing difficulties, epilepsy, hydrocephaleus and suffered aponeas and bradicardias, the bottom half of his body was not developing properly and the epsiodes of epilepsy coupled with the breathing problems were killing off his brain. Don't get me wrong even though he was ill he was the most beautiful child, big grey eyes, a smile upon his face all the time, loved his food and loved to play peek-a-boo. He loved you talking to him and would touch your face while you sang to him. He had big fat red cheeks and the softest light brown hair.

We went to see him in hospital but as it was my birthday my husband wanted to take me out after we had visited Michael. I stayed there talking to him and he was laughing and grinning. I then had this feeling that I should not leave. I told my husband I did not want to go I had to stay. I could not explain the feeling. My husband insisted that I needed time off and he had booked the restuarant. We left and had dinner and went home. Before bed I telephoned the hospital and they told me that Michael was sleeping.

The next morning Michael died at 10.30am. My regret is that I did not stay. My regret is that he died without me being there. I still love my son and think of him every day and hope that he forgives me for not being there.

From that day forward whenever I have feelings that though they might seem irrational I pay attention to them because 9 times out of 10 I am right.

blueblossom said:

November 4th 1984. It was my birthday. I was 24.

My son who's name was Michael was born on 28 June 1983 is in hospital. He was born prematurely and had breathing difficulties, epilepsy, hydrocephaleus and suffered aponeas and bradicardias, the bottom half of his body was not developing properly and the epsiodes of epilepsy coupled with the breathing problems were killing off his brain. Don't get me wrong even though he was ill he was the most beautiful child, big grey eyes, a smile upon his face all the time, loved his food and loved to play peek-a-boo. He loved you talking to him and would touch your face while you sang to him. He had big fat red cheeks and the softest light brown hair.

We went to see him in hospital but as it was my birthday my husband wanted to take me out after we had visited Michael. I stayed there talking to him and he was laughing and grinning. I then had this feeling that I should not leave. I told my husband I did not want to go I had to stay. I could not explain the feeling. My husband insisted that I needed time off and he had booked the restuarant. We left and had dinner and went home. Before bed I telephoned the hospital and they told me that Michael was sleeping.

The next morning Michael died at 10.30am. My regret is that I did not stay. My regret is that he died without me being there. I still love my son and think of him every day and hope that he forgives me for not being there.

From that day forward whenever I have feelings that though they might seem irrational I pay attention to them because 9 times out of 10 I am right.

ZombieKitten said:

FauxReal said:

Us middle boys can be sensitive like that.

did you used to scream for an hour or more over something totally irrational also?

No. But boredom used to make me cry.

daPrettyman said:

ZombieKitten said:

did you used to scream for an hour or more over something totally irrational also?

I am the oldest and my parents say that I did that.

and here's another one from your mum

FauxReal said:

ZombieKitten said:

did you used to scream for an hour or more over something totally irrational also?

No. But boredom used to make me cry.

My mum always told me "only boring people get bored" I spent a whole childhood pretending to be busy with something and sometimes actually being busy.

My kid, the middle one, screamed most of the day yesterday about his homework because we told him if he didn't do it during the day when we were available to help out, he would have to do it in another room while we had family movie night. So of course, he screamed all day about it, then did the homework 5 minutes before we sat down to watch.

ZombieKitten said:

FauxReal said:

No. But boredom used to make me cry.

My mum always told me "only boring people get bored" I spent a whole childhood pretending to be busy with something and sometimes actually being busy.

My kid, the middle one, screamed most of the day yesterday about his homework because we told him if he didn't do it during the day when we were available to help out, he would have to do it in another room while we had family movie night. So of course, he screamed all day about it, then did the homework 5 minutes before we sat down to watch.

There may be truth to that. I always let it be known I am a boring person. Hell that was part of my three word intro to one of my college courses.

Three words to describe me: Tall. Quiet. Boring.

I would have traveled a lot more. I've done a little but not nearly enough... One day I hope to travel the globe. Every continent, every beautiful beach, every major body of water, every major metropolis.

Saying "no" when my dad offered me a better life down in TN. I stayed because I didn't want to leave my "man" at the time--a cat who ended up dumping me in a dirty way anyway. I could be married and babied up by a nice Southern gentleman by now, damn it.

LadyLuvSexxy said:

Saying "no" when my dad offered me a better life down in TN. I stayed because I didn't want to leave my "man" at the time--a cat who ended up dumping me in a dirty way anyway. I could be married and babied up by a nice Southern gentleman by now, damn it.

U really want 2 be babied up?

blueblossom said:

November 4th 1984. It was my birthday. I was 24.

My son who's name was Michael was born on 28 June 1983 is in hospital. He was born prematurely and had breathing difficulties, epilepsy, hydrocephaleus and suffered aponeas and bradicardias, the bottom half of his body was not developing properly and the epsiodes of epilepsy coupled with the breathing problems were killing off his brain. Don't get me wrong even though he was ill he was the most beautiful child, big grey eyes, a smile upon his face all the time, loved his food and loved to play peek-a-boo. He loved you talking to him and would touch your face while you sang to him. He had big fat red cheeks and the softest light brown hair.

We went to see him in hospital but as it was my birthday my husband wanted to take me out after we had visited Michael. I stayed there talking to him and he was laughing and grinning. I then had this feeling that I should not leave. I told my husband I did not want to go I had to stay. I could not explain the feeling. My husband insisted that I needed time off and he had booked the restuarant. We left and had dinner and went home. Before bed I telephoned the hospital and they told me that Michael was sleeping.

The next morning Michael died at 10.30am. My regret is that I did not stay. My regret is that he died without me being there. I still love my son and think of him every day and hope that he forgives me for not being there.

From that day forward whenever I have feelings that though they might seem irrational I pay attention to them because 9 times out of 10 I am right.

So sorry!

nammie said:

I've been looking at this thread since you started it GrayCap my event took place in a matter of 5 minutes, Just 5 minutes and it altered me and my mothers life forever.

My mom has Alzheimer's, she could walk and talk but needed constant supervision. She would try to leave the house, had no idea who I was, thought she was anywhere from the age of 9- 12. She hardly slept at night, needed help bathing and getting dressed. On January 22nd 2008 she was supposed to go out with her companion but I cancelled it because it snowed and the driveway wasn't plowed yet.

So at 1:30, the time she was supposed to go out, I served lunch for my kids and my mom. I had the kids eat in the kitchen and my mom in the dining room because my mom literally shoveled the food in her mouth which caused excessive drooling and kids thought it was gross. I made her a chicken patty sandwich and checked in on her about every 2 mins or so to make sure she wasn't shoving it in her mouth.

I was sitting at the top of the stairs talking to my ex about clearing out the driveway when our daughter who was coming up the stairs asked "why is grandma sitting like that"? I turned and saw her slumped over in her chair. We ran over and she was completely blue, not breathing with food stuffed in her mouth.

We got her on the floor began CPR and dialed 911. She was eventually revived but never the same because of those minutes I didn't check on her. She is completely bed ridden, a tracheostomy tube in her throat, feeding tube in her stomach, and catheter. She cannot speak, nor walk and never will. By the grace of God she was well enough to be cared for by me at home after two months in the hospital and I have had her here ever since. As long as it is medically possible she will remain with me.

I have many many regrets in my life but those few minutes out of all of the time in my life I would change if only I could.

nammie said:

I've been looking at this thread since you started it GrayCap my event took place in a matter of 5 minutes, Just 5 minutes and it altered me and my mothers life forever.

My mom has Alzheimer's, she could walk and talk but needed constant supervision. She would try to leave the house, had no idea who I was, thought she was anywhere from the age of 9- 12. She hardly slept at night, needed help bathing and getting dressed. On January 22nd 2008 she was supposed to go out with her companion but I cancelled it because it snowed and the driveway wasn't plowed yet.

So at 1:30, the time she was supposed to go out, I served lunch for my kids and my mom. I had the kids eat in the kitchen and my mom in the dining room because my mom literally shoveled the food in her mouth which caused excessive drooling and kids thought it was gross. I made her a chicken patty sandwich and checked in on her about every 2 mins or so to make sure she wasn't shoving it in her mouth.

I was sitting at the top of the stairs talking to my ex about clearing out the driveway when our daughter who was coming up the stairs asked "why is grandma sitting like that"? I turned and saw her slumped over in her chair. We ran over and she was completely blue, not breathing with food stuffed in her mouth.

We got her on the floor began CPR and dialed 911. She was eventually revived but never the same because of those minutes I didn't check on her. She is completely bed ridden, a tracheostomy tube in her throat, feeding tube in her stomach, and catheter. She cannot speak, nor walk and never will. By the grace of God she was well enough to be cared for by me at home after two months in the hospital and I have had her here ever since. As long as it is medically possible she will remain with me.

I have many many regrets in my life but those few minutes out of all of the time in my life I would change if only I could.

I hope u don't blame yourself.

cbarnes3121 said:

the day i moved 2 charlotte nc i would of moved 2 denver colorado instead i havent been happy since i been here the people arent all that nice and everybody just seem so self centered and all for themselves here

I lived in the Queen City for a long and painful year. I have been there! So much for the South, huh? You should have gone a few more hours and moved to Raleigh or Durham. I lived in Durham for an awesome ten years. Almost every person I talk to that has lived in Charlotte says they were not impressed. Does it feel really clique-ish? It's also home of the good ol' boy network. Man oh man is it shitty! I moved to Atlanta to be with my cupcake and is it ever better! Even with a crummy job it still has NOTHING on the shit hole that is Charlotte. Give Durham a try. I think you'd like it. I LOVED it! I would move back if it weren't for my boo!

I'm so sorry you have to live there! I'm truly feeling your pain!

I wonder where I'd be today if I'd never discovered the org

After not having had a ciggarette AT ALL for 4 years, after quitting cold turkey, I thought it was safe to bum a smoke at the bar. Just one.

Nope. Bad choice.

TotalANXiousNESS said:

After not having had a ciggarette AT ALL for 4 years, after quitting cold turkey, I thought it was safe to bum a smoke at the bar. Just one.

Nope. Bad choice.

Don't you just wanna kick your own ass? I've done that so many times...thinking I could just take a puff or two and be safe.

nammie said:

I've been looking at this thread since you started it GrayCap my event took place in a matter of 5 minutes, Just 5 minutes and it altered me and my mothers life forever.

My mom has Alzheimer's, she could walk and talk but needed constant supervision. She would try to leave the house, had no idea who I was, thought she was anywhere from the age of 9- 12. She hardly slept at night, needed help bathing and getting dressed. On January 22nd 2008 she was supposed to go out with her companion but I cancelled it because it snowed and the driveway wasn't plowed yet.

So at 1:30, the time she was supposed to go out, I served lunch for my kids and my mom. I had the kids eat in the kitchen and my mom in the dining room because my mom literally shoveled the food in her mouth which caused excessive drooling and kids thought it was gross. I made her a chicken patty sandwich and checked in on her about every 2 mins or so to make sure she wasn't shoving it in her mouth.

I was sitting at the top of the stairs talking to my ex about clearing out the driveway when our daughter who was coming up the stairs asked "why is grandma sitting like that"? I turned and saw her slumped over in her chair. We ran over and she was completely blue, not breathing with food stuffed in her mouth.

We got her on the floor began CPR and dialed 911. She was eventually revived but never the same because of those minutes I didn't check on her. She is completely bed ridden, a tracheostomy tube in her throat, feeding tube in her stomach, and catheter. She cannot speak, nor walk and never will. By the grace of God she was well enough to be cared for by me at home after two months in the hospital and I have had her here ever since. As long as it is medically possible she will remain with me.

I have many many regrets in my life but those few minutes out of all of the time in my life I would change if only I could.

I'm so sorry, thats gotta be hard dealing with that.

I really like your signature, made an impact on me yesterday. I shared it with all my contacts.