That's one advantage of being "elderly". You don't have to worry about birth control pills!
That would be a 'no'. They were going around checking on all the 'old' people- at least, that's what they said. Both my parents, btw, lived into their 90s, and my paternal grandmother was 101. As I said before, if I, or we, needed help with anything, we would ask for it.Mt grandma lived to be 96 and never was on any meds.
I don't think the health department just shows up randomly. Do you think someone called them? Has anything weird happened lately?
You would love living out here in the boondocks. Nobody cares what you do or ever checks on you.if I, or we, needed help with anything, we would ask for it.
Yeah but that can be a bad thing too. I've known older people who fell outside their home and froze to death, and it took a while before anybody found the body. Usually it's the mail carrier, when they notice the mail hasn't been picked up. It's pretty sad when the only one who cares enough to check on someone is the mail carrier.You would love living out here in the boondocks. Nobody cares what you do or ever checks on you.
I know, I was being tongue-in-cheek (sarcastic).Yeah but that can be a bad thing too.
A thing on YouTube is making mock Emergency Alerts. There's a ton of them, and one that's well-done can *really* give you the willies
That's one reason my mom and I live together. We don't have mail service so no one would even find us for months. This way, we are together so we can keep an eye on each other. I don't mind, we do our own thing. But at least someone is there if we need it.Yeah but that can be a bad thing too. I've known older people who fell outside their home and froze to death, and it took a while before anybody found the body. Usually it's the mail carrier, when they notice the mail hasn't been picked up. It's pretty sad when the only one who cares enough to check on someone is the mail carri
I believe the term my mother used was "lady dog."As I have stated before, there is a word for people like that- only it can't be used in polite company.
Blackberry Merlot. My vice of choice. I drink a whopping two bottles of it per years!I like Arbor Mist - does that even count as wine - because it's sweet and doesn't taste rotten.
Me, too. Surely you know someone who would love to have it?Yes, you can use champagne for cooking, after all it's just fizzy wine, but I would give it to somebody who would appreciate it.
That's perfectly acceptable when you know the person and know that they would appreciate it. Not so much as a general gift to "everyone," when it could be a trigger for some employees.At my last job I just gave my two bottles of wine to a co-worker. I don't feel comfortable with doing that at this job (yet).
I know how annoying/insulting that must have been for you. However, there are those who desperately need help and won't ask, or who don't realize how badly they need help. Consider it a preemptive strike on their part, well-meant if unnecessary in your case, and just...let it go. I come from one of "those" families, as well. On Mom's side, there were 15 great-aunts and uncles. Every one of them lived to be between 97-105 years of age, and every one of them lived independently until they just...fell over.That would be a 'no'. They were going around checking on all the 'old' people- at least, that's what they said. Both my parents, BTW, lived into their 90s, and my paternal grandmother was 101. As I said before, if I, or we, needed help with anything, we would ask for it.
Actually, the word I was thinking of starts with an 'A'.I believe the term my mother used was "lady dog."
Blackberry Merlot. My vice of choice. I drink a whopping two bottles of it per years!
Me, too. Surely you know someone who would love to have it?
That's perfectly acceptable when you know the person and know that they would appreciate it. Not so much as a general gift to "everyone," when it could be a trigger for some employees.
I know how annoying/insulting that must have been for you. However, there are those who desperately need help and won't ask, or who don't realize how badly they need help. Consider it a preemptive strike on their part, well-meant if unnecessary in your case, and just...let it go. I come from one of "those" families, as well. On Mom's side, there were 15 great-aunts and uncles. Every one of them lived to be between 97-105 years of age, and every one of them lived independently until they just...fell over.
That's amazing he was still working on the house at 90!My father was 'caught' by my brother carrying bundles of shingles up on his roof because he didn't want to bother anyone.