gigantic primitive rummages through closet

[franksolich]

http://drmcdougall.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=21&t=11960&start=735

Oh my.

Ege Bamyasi    
Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:24 am
Location: Las Vegas, NV    

ncyg46 wrote:

at our brunch today I spoke to a lawyer from Washington. He says to go with the first adoption papers that they have a record of and get her ID card. As far as social security cards, I still have my maiden name on mine even though I am collecting widow benefits from my married name. They do know who she is. You can change things later as you get more info but a "birth certificate" will get you started and then you can continue to research it...Hope this helps!

The problem here is that the parental names on all of these different documents must match perfectly now, or they won't even consider your application for a driver's license or ID card. Because the marriage certificate and Social Security card have a different father's last name than the non-updated birth certificate, she is completely unable to do anything. Believe us, she tried. She had to have a supervisor come to her booth at the DMV and show her the exact guidelines in writing because Jeanette was in complete disbelief.

On that note, I'm scheduling to re-up my para transit service, which expires at the end of the month. They pick you up and take you home from the assessment at no charge, which really helps. We are waiting on a copy of the information release form which must be filled out in order to get help from Sen. Reid's office. We tried getting a copy printed up at the nearby library, but this time of all times they had an issue of some kind with the printer connected to the public computers and couldn't make copies of the documents. We should only have to wait a couple of days to get the one they're sending us, though.

One really good thing in our favor is that now that we're not running any AC or heat, our electric bills have dropped by nearly $200 each month for the winter, so that's a bit more to pad our food budget and will help pay for bus or para transit rides while we try and get everything fixed. Oh, and Jeanette's mom is 99% sure that the Georgia adoption took place in Valdosta. So, should we need to start calling Georgia on our own for anything, at least we are pretty sure which county to start with.

Otherwise, we are just trying not to stress too much, and are doing whatever we can to keep ourselves occupied and our minds off all the crap for the next few days.

And then this; apparently the gigantic primitive read franksolich's suggestion that surely there was a certified copy of Jeanette's certificate of birth somewhere in the apartment, that Jeanette had forgotten she had.

Ege Bamyasi    
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:29 am
Location: Las Vegas, NV    

Wow. No, seriously, WOW!!

We just spent some time digging through the back of our closet, looking for some of my old pants to wear which might fit me for when we have to go out and do stuff.

Keep in mind that the last clothes I bought were back when I got my disability lump sum and was still a couple of months away from beginning my McDougall journey, so I weighed about 490. The pants I got back then were from kingsizedirect.com and were in size 7X. My waist was roughly 70 inches.

The first pair of jeans Jeanette found was size 62. I put them on and could pull them out about 3 inches from my tummy. I used my belt to make them fit, and they were comfortable even if they were ridiculously baggy.

Then we found some really old size 56 jeans that I forgot I even had. They're almost as good as new, and they fit almost perfectly but even they are a little bit loose! I can't quite believe how much of a difference this is now. And this just further reinforces my resolve to see this whole journey through to the end.

Oh, and even better, it looks like the wounds on my left foot down around the toes might finally be healing over completely. This is after more than two solid years of desperately trying to get me moving in the right direction with no help from doctors. Now we just need the rest of the leg to mend, and it's getting very close!

After the past couple of weeks, I'm happy to have something good to talk about here. We're still broke but at least I'm just a bit less of a medical basket case, and well on my way to an under 50-inch waist.

And one hopes, well on to his way in getting a job.

[Karin]

We are waiting on a copy of the information release form which must be filled out in order to get help from Sen. Reid's office. We tried getting a copy printed up at the nearby library, but....

Why do all these people want to rely on the government for everything in life?!

Congrats on the britches, Kirk. 

[franksolich]

Why do all these people want to rely on the government for everything in life?!

Congrats on the britches, Kirk. 

Yeah, congratulations.

But what freaks me out is this notion that Scary Hairy demands a constituent fill out a form when seeking his assistance.

One wonders what's up with that.

In all Nebraska offices of all five Nebraska representatives in Congress (4 R, 1 D), one just walks in, states the problem to the secretary, and is given to the appropriate "constituent services" staffer.  No appointment, no forms.  In fact, while listening to the constituent, the staffer fills out a form himself.

I swear, Nebraska must be the only state where U.S. Senators and Congressmen have such offices--and that's always been the case no matter the political party. 

[USA4ME]

Ege Bamyasi   

And this just further reinforces my resolve to see this whole journey through to the end.

Great News!!  I blame global warming.

Time to celebrate!!



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[Ballygrl]

Congrats to him for losing all that weight and his pants fitting.

[franksolich]

Congrats to him for losing all that weight and his pants fitting.

Yes, of course, naturally.

It seems to me they make uniforms for bell-boys in hotels that large, so time for the gigantic primitive to get going.

[franksolich]

Okay, this is something for the gigantic primitive to ponder:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1337077/World-s-fattest-woman-Terri-Smith-told-Diet-die-hitting-50-STONE.html

'Diet or die,' world’s fattest woman is warned after hitting FIFTY STONE

A woman believed to be the world's fattest at 50 stone (700lbs) is facing a battle to shed weight after being told by doctors she could die.

Terri Smith is confined to her bedroom in her Ohio home unable to move, stand or roll over by herself.

Suffering from severe headaches which doctors fear could stem.....

Incredible.

'Terri needs an MRI but there are no machines in the region big enough to take her weight.

'We thought that it might be possible for Terri to have an MRI at the Cleveland Zoo in the machine used for the elephants and rhinos but the zoo does not have a  licence for humans.'

[Ballygrl]

OMG! an MRI at a zoo?

[Chris_]

Quick, someone call Jack Hannah.

[GOBUCKS]

I'm sure that if the Las Vegas Leviathan needed a taxpayer-financed MRI he could be accommodated at Sea World. And insofar as DUmmy LVL squeezing into a pair of size XXXXXXXL jeans is concerned, remember that DUmmies lie, all the time they lie. It's very doubtful when an awning company stitches together a pair of pants that they even use a size designation. This tale about the jeans is no more likely to be true than the silly birth certificate fable.

[franksolich]

This tale about the jeans is no more likely to be true than the silly birth certificate fable.

I can't figure out why this is so complicated, unless Jeanette is applying for a job with the FBI or CIA, which hardly seems likely.

Apparently there's a mess, and obviously Jeanette herself should be dealing with it, as she's definitely more competent, brighter than, her husband.  It could be that the gigantic primitive's fouling it up by getting involved.

What the gigantic primitive is doing, Sigmund Freud called "avoidance."

By getting entangled in Jeanette's mess--which she can clean all by herself--the gigantic primitive has the excuse of avoiding looking for a job himself.

[Evil_Conservative]

'Terri needs an MRI but there are no machines in the region big enough to take her weight.

'We thought that it might be possible for Terri to have an MRI at the Cleveland Zoo in the machine used for the elephants and rhinos but the zoo does not have a  licence for humans.'

Put down the fork....

[Randy]

Put down the fork....

It's that old glandular problem.....


overworked salivary glands.

[Randy]

BTW I have noticed that out of all the to-dos and goals set not a one has mentioned a job, other than for her.

[franksolich]

BTW I have noticed that out of all the to-dos and goals set not a one has mentioned a job, other than for her.

I've noticed that ever since about the first time I noticed the gigantic primitive, on Skins's island.

Never a word about losing weight and getting a job.

Like the gigantic primitive thinks he's going to become svelte and slim.....and just sit around.

He made some mention a while back about becoming a "nutritional consultant," but I don't think that's going to fly.

[GOBUCKS]

Oh, and even better, it looks like the wounds on my left foot down around the toes might finally be healing over completely.

We can at least give thanks that this time around he doesn't include photographs. Apparently the rot caused by his off-label use of Jeanette's coochie ointment has begun to heal. The LVL, after lazing around for years, his enormous, bloated carcass rarely moving, has had some monumental battles with bedsores. Chronic bedsores, when you aren't sick, are a dead giveaway that you're a democrat parasite, part of the Kenyan's base.

[Boudicca]

I'm sure that if the Las Vegas Leviathan needed a taxpayer-financed MRI he could be accommodated at Sea World. And insofar as DUmmy LVL squeezing into a pair of size XXXXXXXL jeans is concerned, remember that DUmmies lie, all the time they lie. It's very doubtful when an awning company stitches together a pair of pants that they even use a size designation. This tale about the jeans is no more likely to be true than the silly birth certificate fable.

Would this fable be concerning the one told concerning the Las Vegas primitives' Messiah?
I think Lord Zer0 has difficulty producing a valid birth certificate because he was born in a manger.  I mean, think of it, to his zealots he IS teh Won.

[franksolich]

We can at least give thanks that this time around he doesn't include photographs. Apparently the rot caused by his off-label use of Jeanette's coochie ointment has begun to heal.

You know, it always offended me that the gigantic primitive refused to take my well-meant advice.

I suggested he treat the chafing and sores with plain old-fashioned corn starch.

Something one can even get with food-stamps, corn starch.

But no, he kept dumping chemicals on them.

[franksolich]

Uh oh.

We got a problem.

While I was reading this thread, the 440-pound guy who shovels grain at the local elevator five and a half days a week was here, dropping off some fifty-pound bags of cat litter.

This guy's familiar with the gigantic primitive, knows his whole story (because I told it to him).

He brought up something we're not thinking of, and perhaps even the gigantic primitive isn't thinking of.

The gigantic primitive's obviously going to venture outdoors for the first time in months, if not years, which is why he went through the closet, trying to find clothes that might fit.

He's actually going to step outside the apartment.

It's easy to sense as the gigantic primitive bloated over the years, he became more and more agoraphobic; fearful of going outside his home.

And now he's going to go outside.

The elevator man tells me the gigantic primitive's not going to make it; he's going to get the shudders, the sweats, the tremblings, the goose-bumps, the shakes, the panic attacks, the anxiety causing him to rush back inside, meaning that unless Jeanette goes to Scary Hairy's office on her own, nothing's going to get done.

franksolich had forgotten all about this, but oddly, franksolich had anticipated this sort of problem more than a year ago, when the gigantic primitive whined that he and the wife couldn't do anything to amuse themselves because they had no money.

Remember?--I suggested they could window-shop among the stores lining Las Vegas's main street, they could stroll to the gigantic primitive's once-place-of-employment so he could chat and gossip with former coworkers, chewing the fat, they could walk into a church and enjoy the company there.

Nothing which cost any money.

I can't find my original comment at the moment, but I do believe I had said that unless the gigantic primitive got out for fresh air, he was going to be forever entombed in his apartment, never seeing the lightness of day.

This is a fine to-do.  The gigantic primitive and Jeanette are going to get all set to go to Scary Hairy's office, but once they step outside the apartment, Jeanette's going to have to drag him the rest of the way.

One sincerely hopes the gigantic primitive anticipates this probable complication.

[true_blood]

I've noticed that ever since about the first time I noticed the gigantic primitive, on Skins's island.
Never a word about losing weight and getting a job.    (after all this free gubberment help, why work, right? I don't think he has any intention to.)
Like the gigantic primitive thinks he's going to become svelte and slim.....and just sit around.   
He made some mention a while back about becoming a "nutritional consultant," but I don't think that's going to fly.   (rotf:)

I must say, I love reading the gigantic primitive's posts for some reason. I find them entertaining.

[franksolich]

I must say, I love reading the gigantic primitive's posts for some reason. I find them entertaining.

Of course.

We seek to amuse.

[Ballygrl]

Frank, are you sure he doesn't go out at all now?

[Chris_]

It's easy to sense as the gigantic primitive bloated over the years, he became more and more agoraphobic; fearful of going outside his home.

And now he's going to go outside.

Maybe he's a people person.

[GOBUCKS]

Because the marriage certificate and Social Security card have a different father's last name than the non-updated birth certificate, she is completely unable to do anything.

Great Caesar's ghost!! I've been living all these years with apparently bogus documents. My parents' names are on neither my SS card, nor my marriage certificate. WTF!!

I guess it's only because I'm a winner in life's lottery that I've avoided a miserable existence like that of Jeanette and the leviathan.
Or maybe Moby Dem is making all this up as he goes along.

[true_blood]

Great Caesar's ghost!! I've been living all these years with apparently bogus documents. My parents' names are on neither my SS card, nor my marriage certificate. WTF!!
I guess it's only because I'm a winner in life's lottery that I've avoided a miserable existence like that of Jeanette and the leviathan.
Or maybe Moby Dem is making all this up as he goes along.