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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

No wonder they call the poor guy Preznint Poopypants, the UN would'nt let him take a bathroom break.

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Morning folks. Before I start answering your much appreciated comments from yesterday, I want to share with you what Boop brought me for helping her through the radiation treatments. It goes without saying that I certainly did'nt do it for any "rewards", but something like this shows the type of person she is.

I don't know if crusty ol' dudes like me are supposed to feel all warm and fuzzy, but this did it for me. Imagine, 18 years divorced, and there is still that mutual care and respect. If only people could realize the benefits to be gained from simple little acts of kindness.

If I told you she also gave me a big smacker that would completely ruin my image, so I won't. Oops, I just did. Drat! Now how am I supposed to stand out in the yard kicking rocks while scratching, spitting, and farting. My cover has been blown!

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Monday, February 27, 2006

Well guys, I'm going to love ya and leave ya. One of my buds found this great place to, um, "have lunch" and invited me along. (Sorry Jude, I tried to behave, but just could'nt)

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Morning folks. Well, for a day that started off confusingly, yesterday sure ended up well. Although your kind thoughts and comments are appreciated, I do have to say that I'm actually doing okay, considering. Still, that was the most traffic (comments) I've ever had in a day, and for that I thank you.

As a bit of a reward (treat?) for going through what she did with the radiation, I took Boop to the casino yesterday. Although she's not much of a gambler, she loves playing the nickel machines. Of course being a male I'm not into that weeny stuff, so I headed to the $1 and $5 machines to make my fortune. HAH! Took me less than an hour to blow my entertainment budget for the next couple of months, so I tucked my tail between my legs and went looking for Diamond Lil.

When I finally found her she was at a 2 cent machine. I thought how awful for her, all that playing for a 12 cent jackpot. Well, excuse me little Miss $160 ahead! After all she's been through what a treat it was to see the big smile on her face. While she was cashing out I reached around, pulled the tail from between my legs, and threw it away.

Just so she does'nt get carried away with this emancipation stuff, I allowed (?) her to buy lunch on the way home. Kidding aside, she needed that outing. So did I, because for 6 weeks every day I picked her up and took her to the cancer clinic, and it was time to go somewhere else.

Have a decent day folks, probably see you later today.

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Morning folks. Normally the image above shows L'il Bear in his usual Sunday posture while having a big ol' snooze, but today it goes far beyond that. When I opened the page this morning and he saw what the "elves" had done last night he passed out from the shock. I'm sure he's going to be okay, but I've sent Garf out for cookies just in case.

As for me, I must admit it took me a few minutes to realize what was going on. I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer at the best of times, but at 3 am we're talking butter knife. Yesterday I mentioned blurry vision, so you can imagine the panic I felt when I saw the upside down image. I almost joined L'il Bear. Girls, girls, girls! In fact the image below pretty well sums up how I felt.

What's next? With this bunch, who knows, so stay tuned. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think it's time to start plotting my revenge. As Peter once said, stand back folks, he's using live ammunition.

Enjoy the rest of your week-end and I'll probably see you tomorrow, unless the "elves" pay another visit.

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Two elves took over this site to bring a smile to Studley's face and fill his heart with joy.

Much Lub,
Vickie & Karen

Good Friends

Life is mean and often cruel,
Other times it's great and cool.
Sometime life can make you mad,
Get you down, and really sad,
Some times you just cannot wait,
To wish a friend who's really great,
Wishes for any old special time,
Send them a thoughtful little rhyme
Or offer help should they need you
Friend, I've overflowed your loo?

ChrisRS copyright 2004

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Morning folks. Although I had'nt planned on posting today, after receiving the above card from Huggy, I realized that it was past time to check in and say Hi. Or, put another way, get off my lazy butt!

It's been so long since I've done anything on here I was'nt aware of what a great job she's done on her new page. Check out the great header, along with everything else. As Smirky McSwagger would say, You're doing a heckuva job Huggy!

One of the reasons I've not been posting is that I'm having problems with blurry vision, which is not unexpected because the tumor is up against the optic nerve. In fact the doctors are amazed that I still have vision of any kind. If it continues to worsen I'll have to start another round of tests, but I'm not real sure I want to hear the prognosis. It is what it is, besides, I'm already 3 years past my expiry date.

Enough of that woe is me nonsense, let's have some good news. Boop is finally finished with her radiation treatments. YAY!! Now I can go back to being divorced. Just Kidding!

Coming home in the car yesterday was an emotional time, for both of us. With the realization that it was over came the release of a lot of stress. I did'nt like the way she was acting, so I pulled over, wrapped her in a blanket, held her, and told her to let it out. Boy, did she ever! She has always been a strong person, but damnit, there are times when you just need to be human.

This is a far cry from the usual Saturday fare, but hopefully I can get back to normal here soon. In the meantime, hang in with me. Miss you all, and think of you often.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Howdy folks. Thought I'd drop in, say Hi, and let you know that all is well in my world. Have'nt been doing much, and enjoying not having much to do. Maybe I'm finally getting a handle on this retirement thing. One marked difference since I stepped out for a bit is that I'm sleeping a little more, so in that regard it's been a positive thing.

Boop has 25 treatments in, 5 to go! These last 5 are what they call "booster shots". As I understand it they are more focused, instead of a larger area. We're not sure what to expect, but I'll be so glad for her when it's over, because she's really getting burnt. As I've said before, she's a tough ol' boot, never a complaint. I know, I'm a romantic!

Take care of yourselves guys, and I'll see you later in the week.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I know, I know, I said I was going to take a break from regular posting, but Jude's post today about cute names for penii made me "rise" to the occassion. So go ahead you ol' hippie chick, hang a handle on what I use to "water" the lawn!

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

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Monday, February 13, 2006

Morning folks. Don't know what's causing it, but this is the mood I'm in lately. So before I scare you off, or wear out my welcome, I think I'll take a break from regular posting and just put something up when I want to instead of feeling that I have to. I realize that last part does'nt make sense, but because you guys have been so good to me I felt I had to show up with something, which of course is silly.

I don't ever want to lose contact with many of you, and I won't, but something happened yesterday that made me realize I've got to get my poop together. I've been feeling bad about not visiting a lot of you on your pages, but a comment left by Jude showed how bad it's getting. She has been a loyal, and good, friend that deserves better, as do many of you.

She had posted some pictures, including one where I was mentioned and I had'nt even seen it until she pointed it out. I feel ashamed. That is not how friends behave. I singled her out simply because that was the proof that I've been neglecting a lot of you. No more.

I could whine a bit about not feeling the best, but the fact is we've all got our Timmys and Missys. As soon as Boop is finished with her treatments (2 weeks) I'm outa here. Besides visiting my bud up North, I'm going to travel a bit and make sure my health is good enough before I buy a motor-home and really travel. Laying on the bed of a fancy RV at the back of a parking lot somewhere does'nt make any sense.

I'm sure everything will work out just fine, but I've got to get out of this rut I'm in. I feel fortunate that I can do these things, because not everybody can just pick up and go. Who knows, maybe I'll go down to Lost Wages and cavort with the show-girls. Yeah right!

I'm not going to get all mooshy because you guys know I appreciate the support, and encouragement, you give me. I'll put something up once in a while and let you know how things are, and of course I'll answer any comments or e-mail. Take care of yourselves, you're each and every one good people.

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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Snooze time folks. Have a restful day, and I'll see you tomorrow. If you have the time, or inclination, to read an article that goes to what I was saying the other day about this "war", please go here.

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Saturday, February 11, 2006

Today's submissions are from Goob:


I don't how many of you shop at (insert your local shopping center here), but this may be useful to know.

I am posting this to you to warn you of something that happened to me, as I have become a victim of a clever scam while out shopping.

This happened to me and it could happen to you.

Here's how the scam works:

Two seriously good-looking 18-year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping in the boot/trunk of your car. They both start wiping your windscreen with a rag and Windolene, with their *modesty* almost falling out of their skimpy t-shirts.

It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to another store. You agree and they get in the back seat. On the way, they start getting intimate with each other. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and performs oral *bleep* on you, while the other one steals your wallet!

I had my wallet stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Saturday, and also yesterday.


For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven.

"You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "That I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want." And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life.

The two approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches. Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces.

"You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking at them.

Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll crap on it's head."

And Tracy:

Too damn funny!!!!!

A couple had only been married for two weeks,and the husband, although very much in love,couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back."

Where are you going, Coochy Coo?" asked the wife. "I'm going to the bar, Pretty Face. I'm going to have a beer."

The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the Refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 Different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc. The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of Saying was, "Yes, Lollipop... but at the bar... You know... they have frozen Glasses... "

He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying, "You want a frozen glass, Puppy Face?" She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.

The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, Tootsie Roll, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?"

"You want hors d'oeuvres, Poochie Pooh?" She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, and pork strips.

"But my sweet honey... at the bar.... you know there's swearing, dirty words and all that..."

"You want dirty words, Cutie Pie?


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Friday, February 10, 2006

Alright ladies, here's our newest design here at the Boutique. Although it promises to be a popular item, judging by the comments here today I may have to re-design this in a limited edition using CATCHER'S MITTS!

Remember our motto..You're In Good Hands With Bob!

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Morning folks. Well, it looks like we made it through another week, reasonably safe and sound. I just wanted to pop in and say that everything is fine here; but the picture I put up yesterday afternoon, and the comments on it, has got me in a very reflective mood. Being a father and grandfather it saddens me to see what is happening in the world. In the name of what?

Other than caring a lot, I realize there is not much I can do. But something has to happen to bring some sanity into the situation, before Smirky swaggers us all into a nuclear war. I also realize that not everyone feels as I do, so before I offend someone's sensibilities, I'll cool it.

This will blowover soon and I'll get back to a little levity, because Lord knows we could use some. Stop by later today and I'll show you the featured item at Bob's Boob Boutique for next week. If you can't make it I'll round up some chuckles for tomorrow.

Don't let my downer become your's. Shoulders back, chest out (ooohh!!), and off you go.

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

This picture speaks volumes about the madness of war. Look at how this young man relates to the kitten, and yet he's expected to kill, without fully understanding the reason he is there. Will we as a people ever learn?

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Morning folks. You've all heard me mention Huggy before and how much she has helped me with this blog. Anytime I've been stuck I have only had to ask, and whatever it was that was giving me grief was either done for me or explained. As great as that is, yesterday she went one step beyond by doing something that I not only had'nt asked about, but did'nt know you could do. She knows that I like the Garfield character, duh!, and has put it beside my "signature" at the end of each post. Now, is that a friend, or what?

You know, I often joke, and get teased, about my "harem", but the above is a good example of the type of friendship possible if people could just get over the damn male/female hang-ups. The wink-wink, nudge-nudge nonsense. It's so unfortunate that because I am a male, it's assumed that I must have an ulterior motive because I get along so well with the ladies. I think I get along with them because they realize that I am no threat whatever, simply a person that refuses to recognize societal barriers. Male, female, white, black, whatever, we're all just people trying to make this passage through life as enjoyable as we can.

I know that if I was to tease the guys as I do the girls, we would all be walking around with black eyes. Why do guys take everything as an affront to their manhood? Ol' Hoss and I can tease each other, and enjoy it, and I think there's a lesson there. It seems that it takes a lifetime of living for guys to finally drop the macho stance. Lighten up guys, you can still do the hunting and gathering, and show your soft side, because we all have one.

Whew! How the heck did I get from a cutesy little Garfield image, to that rant? Oh well, if it's in my mind, it's out there. To me that's the beauty of being open and honest, you can say whatever is on your mind without fear of retribution, because as Popeye says, I yam what I yam!

See you later today, but in the meantime, go out and give someone a hug. If they ask you what the h*** you're doing, tell them it's from me.

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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Sorry for being late today folks, but I guess Timmy decided he was'nt getting enough attention lately because he messed with me big-time yesterday and last night. By the time I had him wrestled into submission it was time to pick Booper up, which is what concerned me the most. But all is well, I'll live to fight again, and Boop's got 18 treatments in, with only(?) 12 to go.

I just got back, so as soon as I have a bit of lunch I'll answer yesterday's comments with all the seriousness that some of them deserve. Yeah right! I mean, after all I have an image to maintain.

Hope the rest of your day goes well, and hopefully see you here in the morning.

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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Since some of you seem to be taking great delight in picking on me, I thought I'd put up some "cute" to divert your attention. It's too bad really, because I was going to show you a couple of items from the boutique.

What's that you say, you're really, really sorry? Well, okay, here are a couple of items we're featuring this week.

These should all, as Goob says, embiggen.

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Morning folks. Seems like Blogger is still sorting out a few glitches, because the post I laboriously typed out a bit ago, using the time-honored one-fingered hunt and peck method, has gone on to it's just reward. No biggie, it was nothing but my usual nattering. Since this service is free, I really don't have any complaints, but I would'nt mind a nominal fee if it would help make things a little more consistent. I know, sacrilege!

Some good has come out of this, for me at least. Saturday's Chuckles went missing after being up for a day, and I'll be darned if in all my playing around in here, I did'nt find it and put it back up. The comments on that one did'nt come back with it, but again, no biggie.

Everything's fine around here, although after the response to yesterday afternoon's post I'm wondering if I have another "calling". While I absolutely enjoyed my life as a trucker, it seems a new opportunity awaits me. In response to Jude's comment about an equivalent women's clothing store to Sacstroker for men, I think the name Bob's Boob Boutique has a nice "feel" to it. No matter the size, we'll "squeeze" you into something. Coming soon!

Well, time to shower, dress, and go get Boop. If this one disappears like the last one I suppose it's no great loss. See ya later today.

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Monday, February 06, 2006

With Spring fast approaching, plus the fact that I'm overdue for some new duds, I think I'll go to this Men's clothing store for a "fitting". I'm told they provide one-on-one service, with customer satisfaction guaranteed. In fact their motto is "Once you come here, you'll keep coming back".

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Morning folks. Not much happening around here today, sort of the same ol', same ol'. Was going to comment on the big game yesterday, but a whole bunch of GRRRs and ARGHs would be even more inane than the usual offerings. Although hopeful, I did'nt really expect the Seahawks to win, but I also did'nt expect that a couple of questionable calls would so completely throw them off that they took themselves out of the game.

There is one thing that, while not "happening", is causing me a bit of concern. One of my buds up North has been diagnosed with ALS, Lou Gehrig's disease. Of course we all know the prognosis, and it is truly sad to learn that a man that was almost invincible cannot pick up the phone, let alone dress himself. So, as soon as I finish helping Booper get through her ordeal I'm going up there and spend some time with him. Take him out to the shop, put a fire on in the wood-stove, and sit talking, and hopefully laughing, about old times. One of my other buds up there has warned me how bad it is, so I'm ready, but still it's going to be tough.

Thankfully my family is doing well, because lately I'm almost afraid to pop my head up, not knowing where the next shot is coming from. I think that because I was blessed with good health most of my life, I'm just not well-equipped to deal with things like this, but I'm learning.

See ya later today, and I promise I'll be a lot more up-beat. Simply had to mention that stuff and get it out of my mind.

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

Morning folks. Kind of got caught by surprise today. With all the problems Blogger was having yesterday with losing posts, inability to put images up, etc., I thought (hoped) it would be the same this morning and I could join L'il Bear for a snooze. All seems to be normal again, so I guess it's natter time.

Things are fine around here, especially for Booper. She's officially half-way through her radiation treatments. 15 down, 15 to go. I've met some tough people in my life, especially the ones that managed to kick my butt, but this woman wrote the book on tough. Never a complaint, even when I can tell how hard it is on her. At the risk of getting booed off the stage by the males in the audience, I've always felt that women had more inner strength than men.

Unbelievably, it's still raining here, in fact the last few days have been even worse. High winds, power outages, cancelled ferry crossings, etc etc. The usual terms don't really do justice to this record-setting season, so we've come up with a new five-point rating system:

Light Monsoon
Heavy drench
Grow Gills!

If I can make it through all the pre-game hype, all 5 gazillion hours of it, I plan on watching the Super Bowl game today. I've been a Seahawks fan for a long time, and am proud of them for getting this far, but I'm nervous. The Steelers are on a roll, and are going to be tough to beat.

Enjoy your day, and I'll see you tomorrow.

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Saturday, February 04, 2006

Rules of a True Guy

Rule 1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

Rule 2: It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:

a. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
c. After wrecking your boss' car.

Rule 3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

Rule 4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

Rule 5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.

Rule 6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However, you may complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

Rule 7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional.

Rule 8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

Rule 9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.

Rule 10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend.

Rule 11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless supermodel... and it's free.

Rule 12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

Rule 13: Unless you're in prison, never fight partially clothed or naked.

Rule 14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever.

Rule 15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.

Rule 16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

Rule 17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

Rule 18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.

Rule 19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.

Rule 20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, unless she's withholding sex pending your response.

Rule 21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:

a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b. C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
c. Another set and we can hit the showers!

Rule 22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

Rule 23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

Rule 24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was.

Rule 25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

Rule 26: Thou shall not buy a car or motorcycle in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

Rule 27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.

Rule 28: There is no reason for guys to watch Men's Figure Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.

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Friday, February 03, 2006

Yee Haw!! Everything is back to normal, with a minimum amount of #$% on my part, and lot's of helpful tips on your part. I'm getting better at staying calm at times like this, because it really is much ado about nothing.

While I was waiting for things to sort themselves out, I thought I'd see what I could do about the rusty bedsprings. I was expecting a few dust-bunnies, loose change, maybe a sock or two under there, but not what I found.

Being a bachelor I understand taking love wherever you find it but, sheesh, how about a little decorum here fuzz-nuts. Now I know why I can't sleep at night.

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Morning folks. Just a note to say that I'll be back later, hopefully. My page won't open properly, if at all. The best I can get it to do still has 17 items remaining, in fact I can't even get to Blogger from it. I got here another way, and am not sure if this will even make it to my page, wherever it is.

One of the things it was showing was the word "flag", which makes me think that perhaps someone is messing with it yet again. Oh well, when the going gets tough, the tough go back to bed. I'll try later.

*** UPDATE*** 10:30 am

Still no luck at this end. It seems that everything is showing up, albeit slowly, except the Sundown template. I've got my crack investigative team on it, but I think my trusty research assistant, Vickie, has hit on the problem. (See comment) I've also sent an SOS to my, also trusty, tech assistant Huggy, so I'm sure the problem will be resolved soon. Or not.

It does'nt bother me too much except for the timing. I've been writing a novel and was going to put the first two chapters up this morning, hoping that Oprah would find it worthy of promotion. But it looks like you'll have to wait for it to come out in paperback. I wrote it under a pseudonym, so please watch for it soon.


Surely you did'nt think I'd let this go by without a little humor

Sorry Huggy, could'nt get your page to open so that I could link you.

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Thursday, February 02, 2006

Nice try Garfield, but you can dye your hair any color you want, we know it's you. You Perv! Now, put your damn hat on. Sorry folks, he's been into the "nip" again.

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Morning folks. You've all heard me mention my Huggy Bear before and today I'd like you to go over to her site and wish her Happy Birthday. She has been a loyal friend of this blogging effort of mine almost from the beginning, and to a large degree, she is responsible for my hanging in with this through her encouragement and "technical" help. It does'nt seem to matter how busy she is, any time I've asked something she's been there, front and center.

While I do know how old (young) she is, I'm not going to say for a couple of reasons. One, it's simply not polite, and two, although I have a fairly strong computer, I'm not sure it, or Blogger, could handle a number that big. Way to go Bob, wait till the next time you ask for help!

It's at times like this that I wish I was able to put some "fancy" stuff up, but failing that I'll have to make do with a big ol' HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUGGY!

In the yada yada department, it's still raining, Booper's doing well, and I'm fine. Took my butt-kicking meds a couple of hours ago, and so far all seems normal.

I was going to mention a few people that deserve mention but that I can do over time. This friend noted what a sense of community he felt here, and he's right. The people that stop by here have made this such an enjoyable place for me, and for that I thank each and every one of you. I've said it before, and it bears repeating, you're a great bunch of guys!

Have a decent day folks. Stay off the bungee-jumps, wear your hat in public, and remember, I'm watching you, so BEHAVE! See ya later today.

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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

With all the rain we've had here lately, 30 out of 31 days, I've been thinking about how nice it will be to get back on the beach here and catch a few rays. Maybe this year I won't go down right after I've had my shot, or get a bigger hat. Yeah right!

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Morning folks. I've debated with myself whether or not to mention this today, but since I brought up the subject of blood test results yesterday, I hope it is taken not as a ploy to gain sympathy, but simply following up what I started. Besides, I truly don't want, or need any sympathy, because I'm doing fine. I could of course be better, but I also could be so much worse.

The test results are not good, in fact, they are bad. By cutting my dosage in an effort to try and make me feel a bit better, the specialist has set me back two years. I must stress that I don't blame him in the least, it was something that had to be tried. This tumor is so aggressive that cutting the dosage by 25% has caused the prolactin count to increase by 94%. Simply put, at that rate it would'nt be long until it would be lights out.

A brief history. A person's prolactin count should be between 3 and 15, making 9 the norm. When I finally went to the doctor, after putting up with the pain and fatigue for years, my count was 1754! You read it right. One thousand-seven-hundred and fifty-four. After 3 1/2 years of battling I had the count down to 52.4, and with one little dosage change it has jumped up to 101.7. Kind of took the wind out of my sails.

So this morning I'll contact the doctor and get the dosage officially bumped back up, and start over. POOP! No wonder I've been feeling rotten lately. Now you know a little of why I goof around so much here, it's simply a coping mechanism, and you guys help with that immensely.

The next little while will be spent helping Boop through her radiation treatments, get Timmy back on the right path, and hopefully by then I can buy a Cookie Monster and make that trip I've dreamed about. It will get done, because I did'nt come this far to lay down. And that's a big 10-4!

Sorry for the downer tone of the post, but as you've come to realize, I'm open and honest about everything. Can't live any other way. Remember, don't cry for me Argentina, but get ready for more goofing around and teasing. Lot's more!

Now, while I think of who I can offend today, you guys go out and make me proud of you. So far you've been doing great, so stay with it.

Oh, I forgot, thanks to Jude I've got another problem. When I gave Boop a hug as she asked me to do, Boop started making "sounds". The last time I heard those sounds we had three children in three years. YIKES! I'd better get things done in a hurry, and get out of Dodge. I'm doomed!

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