From a web doc site with regard to morphine:

Signs of an allergic reaction, such as:

An unexplained rash
Hives
Itching
Swelling of the mouth or throat
Wheezing
Difficulty breathing.


So the itching indicates an allergic reaction. But hey, one of the other side effect is a decreased sex drive, so if all you're getting is an itchy nose, I'd say you're getting off light.

No but wire hangers can.

As a dear friend says, "You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your relatives." That does not mean you have to have any contact with the relatives. Of course if you are in a small geographic area, it might make for some drama. But nowadays (given some of the families I've seen) it is not only worth it, it is the only way for folks to survive and prosper.

You are not responsible for your blood. If you have done the "family" thing and people try to pull you down/take advantage/hurt you, then you must do what is best for you and yours.

I hereby place myself in the time out room. I'm sure there is more than one reason why I should be here. If I were Catholic I could go to confession and cleanse my soul that way. Alas, I am Presbyterian and we have no confession booths. We prefer to guilt the hell out of folks...a method I am not fond of. I much prefer throwing myself on the court of public opinion....i.e. the citizens of this fair site...so here goes...

I confess that I haven't had too many opportunities to have anything to confess to lately. I confess that bothers the hell out of me.

And I hereby confess that I am impatient and cannot wait the required (whatever) seconds it takes for a post to appear before I copy, paste and repost.

I'm such a putz.

I hereby place myself in the time out room. I'm sure there is more than one reason why I should be here. If I were Catholic I could go to confession and cleanse my soul that way. Alas, I am Presbyterian and we have no confession booths. We prefer to guilt the hell out of folks...a method I am not fond of. I much prefer throwing myself on the court of public opinion....i.e. the citizens of this fair site...so here goes...

I confess that I haven't had too many opportunities to have anything to confess to lately. I confess that bothers the hell out of me.

That's all you've got to go by? Ignore and assume it was an accident. But document.

(I'm just wondering why you didn't accidentally dump something on his head when he accidentally leaned back and smoozed your boobs).

Yes. Now that my almost-15-year-old-when-she-died-cat Cleopatra Queen of the Kitty Kitties has passed, I need an excuse for speaking out loud, and Bluetooth is the answer! (I could have said I was talking to my dog Wooly Bully, the laid-back Pom who in a prior life was a surfer dude, but who would believe it?)

...which is the ONLY way some men can make a woman squeal.

Exactly.

I came back to school a couple of years ago and decided to devote all my time to that endeavor. So school IS my job, and I am willingly otherwise unemployed...at this point anyway.

If you were still in the states I'd tell you to find your local version of this:

http://www.lifesourceinternational.org/aep.html

A quick google doesn't find anything similar in your area. However, that doesn't mean there isn't an organization that offers classes, training and social events for people with limited social experience.
Check around and see what you can find.

Sounds like you need to close your ears to your Christian friends. Sometimes they mean well but need to hush (I can say that...I'm a Christian). And the bar scene doesn't sound right either. Heck the bar scene can eat up people with lots of social experience.

What about volunteer opportunities? Libraries? Hospitals? Animal shelters? Volunteer situations usually give folks the opportunity to meet some nice people. One of our hospices just gave a huge bash for their volunteers, and it looked like a bunch of mighty nice folks.

By the way, I'm suffering through learning Spanish myself (and I know a lot of others who are as well), so I feel your pain!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Brought tears to me eyes.

And you verified this through witnesses, so you know this is exactly how it happened?

What kind of gun was this, pray tell?

How old was he when this happened?


Yupyup.

Oh Lord the vision in my head. And me without a drop to drink to wash it away.

He's got too much dirt on me to do otherwise.

Lie during my posts? Heck I have a hard enough time posting while sitting up...if I lie during posts, how would I prop up the computer?

That I can come and go as life mandates without it becoming some big drama.

That I can be a smart-arse and everyone doesn't think of me as their momma.

That I am treated as an adult and not mod-i-tored to death.

That posting for the pure-dee-oh fun of it hasn't been outlawed.

That I have a reserved parking space.

Reminds me of a day that someone who shall be nameless was posting while sitting in the kiddie pool in his backyard.

I'd change the color scheme. And the furniture needs to be moved around to shake things up a little.

Go to WalMart. You always see everyone there.

Seriously, try GenWeb. My Dad has found lots of relatives through that site.