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MY WISH LIST
Yes, you can buy my silence or just get me something because you've enjoyed my blog content and feel guilty for reading it for free. You can even buy me something if you hate my blog - your punishment in this way is more than I can stand. Or, you can just look through and wish along with me.
Spinach Is Good for You - But its such a hard language to learn
On a more serious note;
Daughter has been having problems with her pregnancy; excessive bleeding. A suspected tear of the placenta from the uterine wall.., and the doctor says "Nothing to worry about" after giving this diagnosis. I am no expert here, but I would think the bleeding is sign #1 for trouble. She goes in for a battery tests today in Little Rock.., and I'm on pins and needles here. I seriously wonder if some of these doctors got their degrees by sending in proof of purchase seals from boxes of Cocoa Puffs cereal.
The baby seems to be developing well, has a strong heart beat and is a little larger than most along this time line in her pregnancy. Due in October he may be a whopper..., hold the cheese. Yes, I'm going be grandpa to a second little bouncing baby boy. All this time I just knew the baby was going to be a girl.., and look what happened. If there is a next time, I'll use reverse psychology and declare the baby to be a boy! If that plan works, I'll write a book and make a fortune on baby prognostication. But really, it doesn't matter if boy or girl, just that the kiddo be healthy and in tact.
I envision ultimately, two screaming voices and the pitter patter of mischievous little feet. Gotta love it! Grandson #1 has no opinion on his upcoming sibling just yet. All the little guy has on his mind at this point is Punge Bob (sponge bob), playing outside and flashing his baby blues at women. I love it when the little snot says on the phone.., "I love you Paw-Paw". Occasionally he'll say Gam-Paw, but either one is cool by me.
Prayers, well wishes and or good thoughts are requested for my daughter and the baby. As I said in a way earlier blog entry - even if you don't believe in prayer - try and humor me.
Johnny Depp my eye. Who needs the scurvy land lubber. I felt the other header was over the top.., way too flamboyant. I can say that word. I read it in a dictionary once. Honest! Occasionally I like to use $5 words.
My ideas for a new header were running thin, so I opted for the popularity of the day and went with something that reminds me of a current trend word.., "drama". I can use that word too, because lately "drama" has infested my life like a flea ladened dog.
So I clipped, pasted, filtered, processed, addressed, smoothed, burned, dodged and filtered some more to get the effect. I'm still not happy with it but it will do till I figure something else out.
YESTERDAY: How many of you remember a 1967 short lived TV Sitcom called " Its About Time ". The theme song started out like.., "Its about time, its about space, about people in the strangest place". Two astronauts break the time barrier in their space capsule and land in prehistoric times among a tribe of Cavemen. Later in the series these two Astronauts bring the primitives back to 20th century Earth and - it still didn't help the ratings. LOL. It was a little funny as I recall.., but thats about all I recall.
THE PRESENT: Have you seen the hilarious Geico Insurance, Cavemen commercials? One of many is embedded below for those who haven't. Good news! These characters will have their own TV series this Fall and I can hardly wait! My guess is (unless they have lousy writers), it will be a break loose hit.
CLOSING THOUGHTS: Now up front, I dont believe in evolution, but in regard to the upcoming "Cavemen" show, I'm wondering how many of my extreme over the top bretheren are going to declare this an abomination designed to confuse the masses. On the other end of that spectrum, I wonder if any over the top overt evolutionists will declare the show as belittling to science. In todays world, you just never know. Let me just conclude with this sentement before any of these hypothetical situations get unleashed; "Its a fictional COMEDY show" - deal with it.
An Alabama woman, played good Samaritan to a poor kitty cat injured on the side of the road. Carefully wrapping the injured cat in a sweat-shirt, she, her daughter and her daughter's friend took the little girl cat to the Veterinarian for prompt treatment. Just four gals tooling around town.
The Vet upon examining the cat informed the woman, (a) it had a broke paw -and- (c) it was a wild,"bobcat", a potentially very dangerous animal. The undersized bobcat must have sensed the human was trying to help - either that or its just a girl thang. One gal helping out another gal. Women, you know thats right.
I guess the moral to this story is, don't pick up strange cats, maaan. Or rather.., you should know what ISN'T a regular cat. Thats not quite a moral, but whatever. Bobcats are not fun Although I have to admit, The Stray Cats can really sing, maaan. But really.., Brian Setzer and his big band swing sound makes him one hep cat, what is kopasetic, daddio. And how about that, Bobcat Goldthwait ? Cool, maaan, cool.
My period of mourning is over. The old keyboard lay in state for the last few days as those who knew it in times past came to show their final respects. Today - "Homer" is laid to rest and retired forever. In Homer's former place, resides a brand new Jedi Knight of Keyboards.., "Luke Keyboard". This thing is jet black and has so many keys and buttons on it I haven't a clue as to what half of them do! I think there's even one button marked, "Use The Force".., which I guess is used should a Sith Lord shows up unannounced wishing to unleash a can of intergalactic whoop-ash.
To any Sith Lords out there, be advised; I am prepared! YEAH BABY! You'll be toast in 12 different Bochi dialects. I think.
During my days (which seemed years) of forced abstinence off the internet.., circles grew under my eyes, my beard grew stubble, put on my shades and sang the blues. The DDT's were the worst, maaaan! Every little noise made me jump from my skin. My room looks like a wasted land..., but then..., its always looked like a waste land. Anyway - the point is.., I'm back and typing in style.
I'll get to visit some of yous at your Blogs as soon as possible. Right now me back is killing me and need to rest my ancient weary bones. **wipes away a trailing tear** - "I mished you peeps!"
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