Baylee627

Yes, our mods and especially admin are not going to take any crap from scammers, spammers or even troublemakers purposely out to create drama. Special shout out to Wifeless and Jess!! Baylee

Began painting upstairs game room. Woot! Attended first yoga class in who knows when! Unleashed that fury! Completed re-certification test that I have to do yearly. Barely missed sofa surfin'. Boy, if I had energy, I may very well be unstoppable...lol. Baylee

I attended my first yoga session in ages. It felt great! Baylee

I recommend: "And Life Comes Back: A Wife's Story of Love, Loss, and Hope", by Tricia Lott Williford. It's about the author's first year or so after being widowed in her early 30's, the different phases she experienced, and finally, a renewed sense of hope. The author is Christian. If you're not religious, I would still say the book is relatable, and the author's not overly preachy. Just a good read. Baylee

No biggie, Questions. If anything, it offered the mods an opportunity to discuss posting within different sections, and some of our newer members might have found the guideline Lisapop and I suggested as helpful. No harm done, carry on! Baylee

1. Met my momma for lunch 2 Our mall has finally opened Francesca's. Bought a super sweet necklace:) 3. US Magazine and Glamour arrived in mailbox today!! Baylee

Iced tea, sweetened! And I like it teeth enamel cracking sweet! Keeping with the subject: Regular brewed iced tea --OR-- Fruit infused teas (such as peach or mango)

Agree with this completely. Post a comment or response in whatever timeline section you wish; but I think it's a good idea to refrain from starting a completely new thread in another timeline section you don't belong to. To reiterate, I think it's perfectly okay to submit responses and posts to established threads in other timeline sections. I'm a bit perplexed why this even merited a complaint to you in your inbox. All our wids contribute to this board in unique ways. So let's not discourage each other from doing so. Baylee

Firm pillow! I need pillows of substance! Lol. Beaches: Florida's --OR-- California's?

^^^Nope, sure won't. (Carry on:) Baylee

My first thought is no imminent decisions need be made if yall aren't discussing marriage in the near future. Y'all have been dating a year, so if the decision to cut him loose isn't clear-cut, continue dating him another six months or a year. Perhaps yours or his feelings will change or even something such as his finances could change with a new job. With a bit more time, it's possible he could be a better fit for you. Or, hell, you could lose interest in him altogether and there's your answer. Hard to say. But, if your goal is marriage sooner rather than later, and yall are at the point where that's on the table...my feeling would be to initiate breaking up as his situation is not a fit for you at this time. It's just not, no matter how much you'd like it to be. No need to do anything impetuous. Just rationalize this. You can always give it a bit more time, nothing wrong with that approach. Baylee

Independent films, though I do enjoy a blockbuster occasionally. Indie films are less polished, feel more relatable, and tend to tackle story lines that are highly nuanced; these are the things I appreciate about them. Favorite gum: Bubble gum --OR-- Minty, breath-freshening varieties?

My screen name was derived from our would - have been daughter's name and our wedding date. Bailey was his great grandfather's name. We decided our first daughter would be named after him, but spelled, B-a-y-l-e-e. We married on June 27. Interesting thread topic:) Baylee

Reading through these posts, my main thought is just WTF is wrong with some people?? Some of these stories are mildly humorous because the offenders are so obtuse, but some of the offenders in these posts---their comments make me recoil they are that egregious! Just...yuck! Baylee

Hand dipped, all the way! Same junk food theme: Doritos --OR-- Cheetos?

You's plays to wins, I see! Damn, sayin' buh-bye to either my cell or the net... Reluctantly.... no internet! Seeing a blockbuster movie at the movie theater --or--- Watching it at home on Netflix?

Regular yoga! Latte --OR-- Cappucino?

I will check with admins to see if Tybec1 submitted a registration. Out of respect for privacy, I won't be posting the answer, but I will check on this. Questions is listed as a member here. In the meantime, you might ask AC or canadiangirl if they had contacted Tybec1 about the new site. I know they were striving to contact every Wid they could from the ywbb, and they really attacked this job! Thank you for your concern for these special wids:) Baylee

This is done, and I will post their instructions or they will post them. We will get back to you as your questions are important to us. In the meantime, if anyone else knows how to use a FB pic as your avatar, please feel free to post how you did it. Baylee

Any pics I've posted haven't come from FB, so let me get instructions from Jess or Lewis about how you go about it this way. I'll PM them now. Baylee

Honestly, I've been too jacked up to post about Brooks' actual death. I think my damn cheese finally flew off its cracker the week lead-up to his sadiversary. Well, good. I officially don't have my shit together all over again. On the evening of the 12th, the ICU nurse pointedly implored me yet again to go home and get some rest. I never heeded her admonition; what if he emerged from his coma for mere minutes and I missed it? This time she added, "when he arouses from this, he's going to need you like never before, so please be rested when he does." This was logic I could follow. Ok, my hubby will need me at maximum capacity; I finally relented and my momma drove me back to our house to sleep a few hours. We'd return to the hospital at 4am. Sounded like a plan. But: my cell rang at 12:15am, jettisoning me from deep slumber to awake, pulse quickened. The nurse said hesitantly, "There's been a change in your husband's condition." I screamed,"Is he alright??" "No ma'am, if he doesn't improve, CPR could come into play. You need to come up here." No, no, no, she had to be mistaken. Nevertheless, Mom and I bolted to the hospital, me in the passenger seat frantically texting any and all to please pray for Brooks. Mom dropped me off at the hospital entry way. Overhead, the loud speakers were blaring: Code 99, Code 99. I exploded into the ICU, sprinting down the corridor and was caught by the neurosurgeon. He forced me into a chair and started to talk: "All of Brooks' organ damage has put stress on his heart, and--" I cut in, "No, not his heart, it's his head..." He said, more firmly ,"No! His heart. They are working on him." I cried, "Are you talking about CPR?" He only nodded. I leapt off my chair, and began to dash towards Brooks' room. The doctor grabbed my arm, and told me I don't need to be in there. Bullshit! I pushed him off me, and ran to Brooks. The first thing I saw was his ashen face, this mottled, inhuman grey that I'll never forget. About 15 people were working his code. The violent chest compressions, the defibrillator pads making his thorax jerk, tubes, catheters , IV insertions, the monitor chimes screeching. It was mayhem, full stop. I surveyed the scene and began pleading, begging, "Please help him! Oh my God, please help him!!" I also wormed my way as close to Brooks as I was permitted and I shouted at him to stay with me, that I needed him, that I loved him. I reported his vitals to him and let him know he was doing better. They resuscitated him successfully twice. I'd be flooded with relief, with gratitude, only for Brooks to code again a few minutes later. The doctor running the code was a nasty young asswipe. During one of Brooks' successful CPR's, he swaggered over to me and imperiously stated, "You need to shut this down. This is not compatible with life. He's only going to do it again." All this within Brooks' earshot. Fuck you, fake - ass Ken doll! I yelled for someone to get him out of my face. Brooks did code again, and when darkened blood started spurting from his mouth, I knew his ribs to be broken, his lungs most likely perforated. But when all orifices--surgical and nonsurgical started an ooze- like hemorrhage, I knew it was done. My head knew. My heart sure didn't. They yelled, CLEAR, and trembling, I asked, "What's happening? What's going on? Do everything. Please!!" The ersatz Ken Doll rolled his eyes and barely concealed his irritation:"we've already done everything. He's not even THERE anymore!" I held Brooks' limp hand as they removed his medical equipment. I climbed onto his gurney and hugged him. I kissed him, and at one point, tented up an eyelid to see if he was truly dead. The nurses and my momma had to peel me off his body, as I was clutching him. Much of this part, I have no authentic memories of. My momma told me later what had transpired. I fuzzily recall being shuffled past all the ICU nurses who were crying and squeezing my hands as we were ushered into a small private room to discuss arrangements for the funeral home and whether we wanted an autopsy. No. My Brooks had been cut on so much in the past year and a half. He told me: never let another hole be drilled into my head, and never let me live on a machine. He told me this three days before he died, oddly enough. And I'd allowed both to happen in order to save his life. But after he lost the battle, I'd be damned if I permitted him to be violated any further. No, my Brooks would have peace from now on. Baylee

Nope, nothing yet, HvnBound. Let me know if you are uploading from your phone, pic hosting site or PA hard drive if you still need help. I can post directions here or in a PM, whichever you prefer:) Baylee

Read the book! It's usually better than the movie, IMHO. Favorite zoo animal... Giraffes --or-- Pandas??

It's alright, sweet lady. You did just fine! Thank you for sharing this. Baylee

Coffee in the morning! (But I gotta gave my iced sweet tea)! Disneyland --Or-- Disneyworld??