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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Morning folks. The weather was so nice here yesterday that I decided to take L'il Bear for a walk. Bad move, because he fell in love with this beauty and wants me to get him one.

Oh alright, I fell in love with it and want him to get me one. Either way it's not going to happen, but it's nice to dream. What a hoot it would be cruise the boulevard in that.

Standing and looking at this '49 Ford brought back such memories, of an age of innocence, and of a full live ahead of me. What a great feeling it was to reflect on how far I've come, and how far I still want to go. As I mentioned on the trip, it is so special to be able to share those feelings through this medium.

Hope your week-end is going well because as you can tell, everything is plumb fine with me.

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Saturday, September 23, 2006

A Scotsman, an Englishman and a Newfoundlander were sitting in a bar in Toronto. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional.

"As good as this is," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow, there's a wee place called McTavish's. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he will buy the fifth drink for you."

"Well, Angus," said the Englishman, "At my local in London, the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two."

"Ahhh, dat's nothin'," said the Newfie. "Back home in Sin Jahn's there's the Codfish Bar. The moment you set foot in the place, they'll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then, when you've had enough drinks, they'll take you upstairs and see dat you gets laid, all on the house!"

The Englishman and Scotsman immediately shout down the Newfie's claims, but he swears every word is true. "Well," said the Englishman, still suspicious. "Did this actually happen to you?"

"Not meself, personally, no," admitted the Newfie. "But it did happen to me sister quite a few times."
Thanks to Jim Nicholson

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Friday, September 22, 2006

Morning folks. Just popped in to say Hi and let you know that all is reasonably well here. While I'm waiting for the morning paper to be delivered might as well natter a bit.

Saw the new doc again yesterday and went over the latest blood work results. My prolactin level, the worrisome one, is holding at about 6 times normal. That might not sound good until you realize that when the tumor was diagnosed, by CT scan, the level was 200 times normal.

One good sign is the testosterone level has come way up, which probably explains the itchy feet (among other things- nyuk nyuk). I WISH!

Doing a bit more walking each day, and working with the weights a bit. Don't feel up to a road trip yet but have been thinking of jumping on the bird and going somewhere, anywhere. One step at a time I guess.

Hope you all are doing well. One day I'll get around for a visit and leave one of my snarky "drive-bys". Bet you can't wait (yeah right!).

See ya guys.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Morning folks. Since I haven't been doing much lately to yak about, and at the risk of overkill, here's the latest offering of Bush-whackin'. I know, I've got to get a life, but this is fun. Besides, they say Guantanamo is lovely in the fall.

While watching Preznint Farty McStinkypants give his speech(?) yesterday at the UN, it was nice to see he had improved his image somewhat from his last appearance.

But I'm not sure that making fun of Mahmoud Ahmahanajob was the right way to go.

Thanks to the wonderful Watertiger

What I am sure of is that if he keeps that up we'll all be making a trip to this store.

Take care guys. See ya later.

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Monday, September 18, 2006

Morning folks. Hope your week-ends went well, unless you had to work, then I guess it's rather moot. Not much going on here except a welcome return to more seasonable weather. Must admit that I've had enough heat for one year.

As for the ongoing battle with Timmy I think I've won this round because, although I'm not feeling great, I am a bit better. In fact I'm getting itchy feet again, which in my case is a good sign.

I'm going to try to get back, slowly, on that same fitness kick again. Who knows maybe one day soon I can put a DV up, because I enjoyed that. In the meantime here's a VD (video of a dork)

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Take care guys, see ya soon.

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Saturday, September 16, 2006

Why It's Good to Be a Man

Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.

Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.

Your orgasms are real. Always.

Your last name stays put.

The garage is all yours.

Wedding plans take care of themselves.

You never feel compelled to stop a friend from getting laid.

Car mechanics tell you the truth.

You don't give a rat's ass if someone notices your new haircut.

Same work, more pay.

Wrinkles add character.

You don't have to leave the room to make emergency crotch adjustments.

Wedding Dress, $2,000. Tux rental, $100.

If you retain water, it's in a canteen.

People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them.

New shoes don't cut, blister or mangle your feet.

One mood, all the damn time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds.

Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.

You can open all your own jars.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.

If you are 34 and single, nobody notices.

You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking, "He must be mad at me."

If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong friends.

You are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.

Christmas shopping can be accomplished for 25 relatives, on December 24, in minutes.

You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

You are unable to see wrinkles in clothes.

The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.

Your belly usually hides your big hips.

One wallet, one color, all seasons.

You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.

The world is your urinal.

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Friday, September 15, 2006

Morning folks. Sorry for being so spotty with the posts, but Timmy has still got me a little off my feed. If there is any good news, it's that I'm hanging in okay with it.

Thanks to my new doctor, and a fresh CT scan, I got an appointment with the neurosurgeon, a man that I like and trust. After much soul-searching I had decided to risk the surgery if he was willing.

As before, he gave me 5 reasons why the operation is not an option. I won't go into the details because they're not pretty, but bottom line, the odds of surviving are not good. If somehow I survived the procedure the life he described is not one I would want. So I guess you'll have to put up with a bit more whining.

As glad as I was to make the trip this summer I'm doubly so now, because there are days that I don't even make it out of the house. I'm sure things will improve, but right now it's not a whole lot of fun.

Hope you all are well, and don't give up on me, because I'm going to be around for a long time yet. Besides, I've got a bunch of Bush-whackin' to do. See ya!

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Saturday, September 09, 2006

Glad to be drunk

A completely inebriated man was stumbling down the street with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. A cop pulled up and said, "I've got to take you in, pal. You're obviously drunk."

Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?"

"Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go."

Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was crippled.

12 Year Old Scotch

A guy comes into a bar and asks the barman for twelve-year-old scotch. The barman thinks "This guy is pretty pretentious" and proceeds to pour him a drink of six-year-old scotch. He gives it to the customer who takes a drink, exclaiming, "This isn't twelve-year-old scotch, this is six-year-old scotch"

The barman thinks, hey this guy knows what he's talking about, and the two of them get into a conversation about where the customer is from etc.

At one point an old guy, who was sitting at the other end of the bar comes over with a glass and hands it to the customer. The latter takes a drink, and spits it out. "This is piss!" he yells. The old guy nods and says, "Yeah, but how old am I?

Signs Of Age

Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work.

The gleam in your eye is the sun hitting your bifocals.

You feel like the night after, but you haven't been anywhere.

Your little black book contains only names ending in M.D.

You get winded playing chess

Your children begin to look middle-aged.

You finally reach the top of the ladder and find it leaning

You join a health club but don't go.

You begin to outlive enthusiasm.

Your mind makes contracts that your body can't keep.

You look forward to a dull evening.

25 Years Ago Today", is your favorite part of the newspaper.

You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going.

Your knees buckle and your belt won't.

The best part of the day is over when the alarm clock goes off.

Your back goes out more often than you do.

You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.

You sweat just putting on your socks.

You wonder why you're still carrying a comb in your back pocket.

You start counting your change and using coupons at the supermarket.

You talk to your plants and they won't listen.

Relatives start asking you what you'll be leaving them.

Personal hygiene is no longer that important.

You've stopped worrying about your receding hairline.

People start saying you look like Ernest Hemingway.

You actually want to vote.

Birthdays no longer matter.

You forgot why you're reading this.

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Friday, September 08, 2006

Morning folks. Just stopped in to say Hi and let you know that all is reasonably well. Still a little drained from that last episode, plus my poor ol' bod has to start getting used to the new dosage. Not complaining mind you, oh really?, because compared to the alternative, this is a snap.

On the Bush Watch front I see that Mahmoud Amahanajob wants to debate the Presimenant. While I would love to watch that spectacle, I'm not sure it's fair. After all, one struggles mightily with the language and seems determined to destroy America, and the other is Iranian.

Oh come on now, the boy just begs for it. Besides, since my wings have been clipped for the last while, I've got to have some fun. Going to be a long winter when I'm already feeling cabin fever.

Hope you're all doing well, and I'll probably see you tomorrow.

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Morning folks. I had intended to have a DV for today but I guess that little episode I just went through took more out of me than I realized, because although the spirit is willing, the flesh is still weak. Not so weak though that I can't muster a little tomfoolery.

With the upcoming mid-term elections in the US, and it looking like the Rethuglicans are going to get their due, a good butt-whuppin', it's good to see that Preznint Chauncey McStupid has finally found something to do that matches his skill level.
Apologies to hardworking farmers

I must admit that this New Math has me baffled, I always thought that there were just 2 jackasses in a team.

Hope you all (y'all) are doing okay, and I'll probably see you tomorrow.

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Morning folks. I think I should get my back up more often because, oh boy, talk about the squeaky wheel getting the grease.

When I arrived at the hospital yesterday morning ready to do battle I found that they were waiting for me. Although they wouldn't say so, and I didn't push it, I know that one of the people I talked to on Sunday alerted them to my concerns.

Not only was I treated with care and respect, I was apologized to profusely. I won't go into detail about what I learned, but I will say that a certain someone has a lot of explaining to do as to why I wasn't even on a waiting list.

Now for the good news. Within an hour I was hooked up to an IV and having the CT scan! And for even better news, at 3:30 pm I got the results. The tumor has NOT grown!!

While waiting for the wonkiness I was feeling from the IV to wear off they asked if I had any other health issues. I mentioned the kidney stones and was offered an ultra sound but I passed, having had enough for one day. Besides I'm getting good at popping those rascals out. YEEOWW!

I also have a new doctor who has ordered blood work every two weeks to help him regulate my medication dosage. He was astounded by the amount I've been taking, 4x normal, down from 6x normal. It's a wonder I don't glow in the dark.

So all in all it was a good day, with my faith in the system restored.

This would never have happened with my old family doctor, but after he retired it was easier for me to just go to a walk-in clinic if I needed a physical etc. I blame myself a bit because I've long had concerns about this jerk, but you can bet I'll be a lot more diligent now.

It's amazing how much stress can mess with you, because already I feel better. Oops, shouldn't have told you that, now you'll want some DVs. Well, guess what? So do I. I want to get back to the fun I was having on here and put this behind me.

See ya tomorrow guys, and thanks for bearing with me.

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Monday, September 04, 2006

Morning folks. Well, I guess that little rail against the system yesterday did me some good, because that's me up top.

I've never been a bully, but short of getting arrested, I'm going to get some answers today. Enough of the going along to get along! I mean think about it, I've got an inoperable brain tumor and I'm being jerked around as though I was whining about a hangnail.

Luckily I know a few people, and after a few phone calls I was told where to go and who to see. In fact one person almost guaranteed I'd get satisfaction today.

I have absolutely no respect for my doctor as a man, and very little as a doctor, and if I learn that he had requested the scan as a follow-up, as was suggested to me, then the fun will begin. In fact I don't plan on talking to him at all, I'll let the Radiology Department talk to him. Enough of that jerk!

I was going to ask you to wish me luck, but I don't think I'm going to need it. One way or another I WILL get a date certain today. Damn it feels good to get the fire lit again!

See ya tomorrow.

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Sunday, September 03, 2006

Morning folks. Sorry for being missing for a week, but my get up and go seems to have got up and went. Since L'il Bear has threatened to run off if I don't check in, I guess the excuses have run out.

Things are about the same with me, still waiting for another CT scan. I may be wrong, but I feel that the problem is medication related. Also it's possible I pounded on myself too hard on the trip. If so, it was worth it.

I could rant about the state of our health care system, once the envy of the world, but what would be the point. It is what it is, unfortunately. I even inquired about a private (you pay) scan but damn if there isn't a wait list for that.

Of course if I had a work-related injury, or was a professional athlete, or even a police officer, it would be done within hours. But those of us that worked and paid taxes to build the system have been basically told that we're not a priority. I hate to think of the world my grandchildren are growing into because the system is so entrenched that nothing short of a revolution is going to change it. Okay, settle down!

Since I wasn't here yesterday, here is a guffaw for ya:

Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loved to charge around the ward, taking corners on one wheel, and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her, and some of the males actually joined in.

One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!" he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"

Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper, and held it up to him.

"OK," he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?"

Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster, and held it up to him.

Harold nodded, and said, "Carry on, ma'am."

As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, with a very sizable erection.

"Oh, good grief, "cried Ethel, "not the breathalyzer test again!"

Take care guys.

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