* My Mawma came through the surgery okay - only they found.., not one.., but two! two! Thats TWO hernias for the price of ONE surgery, ladies and gentlemen! Talk about a deal!!! ***brick hits dave in the back of the head**   "Sorry Mom!". anyhow, yeah - they discovered a second one just a few inches apart from the prime target.  I'm glad they caught that.

 

She's just might sore, as you can imagine.  I'm taking over animal patrol.., feeding /  watering her cats for her, as I should do.  Mom is supposed to stay in bed - (yeah, like anyone is going to keep her down) - She hates this part because those cats are strays she took in to save them from starvation and the animal death house - and thus - those furry creatures just .., really.., do not like anyone else but my mother.  So its a little like Daniel in the Lion's Den when I get in those large aviary like gages.., except these midget version of lions are well fed and not hungry for the flesh of Daveman.  Just a whole lot of hissing and claw bearing.

 

* Still - Job remains secure in his lair, no doubt manning the high tech surveillance equipment built from scratch, just so he can monitor what goes on in the outside world.  We already know for a fact he installed a fully equipped gymnasium because of all the activity what goes on inside his mawma's belly.  Bouncing, jumping, twirling..., weight lifting a few of his mom's internal orgains... hey.., at least he's keeping busy.

 

Wednesday - Daughter sees the doctor for the purpose of finding out whats next. More waiting on the doctor's guestimation of an arrival date or induce labor, or last choice - go in after him via C-section.  Like I said, Job is monitoring the outside world and every time someone, anyone, makes a prediction for a delivery date - he laughs - and sez.., "Dream on suckerz. I can wait it out till I'm ready to attend Berkley if I have to."

 

Gee wiz! (sorry about the harsh language, ladies) - I've been so focused on Job's arrival that after he's born I may not have anything else to blawg about!!!  This here blawg is supposed to be all about ME, and look it! He's taken over my blawg by remote control!! HE'S A FREAK GENIUS!  Thats muh grandson! A mastermind.  Stephen Hawking will soon be out of a job, when Job arrives - hopefully this provides the kid incentive to come on out.

 

Anyways thats all I gotta say about that..., and of course its not complete wishing Miss Kitty another smooth sailing day on Wednesday - also watch out for the little monsters roaming the streets at night.  Alright.  That should pretty much conclude my broadcasting day.