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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

This is my life. You can't have it.


So, I forgot to tell you

I got my shaggy butt out of bed this morning after the girls had headed off to school.  As I was walking through the living room to the kitchen I noticed a police car go by with its lights on.  And no siren.  Then another one went by.  Same thing.  Then another one went by.  Hmmm.  Things were getting interesting on our little slice of the world.

Decided that I needed to find out what the heck was going on.  But thought that since I was going out, I might as well take the recycleables.  Grabbed them, and headed out the door.  Stepped off of the slab that is our porch, and promptly fell on my ass.

Or back, actually.  It had to have been entertaining as I did the stereotypical feet up into the air, land flat on the back.  The good thing is that I had the presence of mind to hold my head forward so that I didn’t smack it.  That would have been not good.  I am loopy enough as it is without adding a closed head injury to the mix.

Surprisingly, I am not all that sore lo these 5 hours later.  Of course I went to the gym right after, and stretched out pretty well.  And then worked my back and Bi’s.  And since I have been home I have been moving around quite abit.  Maybe I just have not let my old bones to get achy.

I hope.

You should have been there with a video camera.  It would have been worth it.

Namaste.

Lessons in Bathroom etiquette

I have a friend.  Not that hard to believe, even serial killers have friends.  Up until the time the kill them, but nonetheless.

I have a friend.  Let’s call him “Al”, not that that is part of his real name.  Let us think of it as a tribute to a Paul Simon song with a lyric about his friend “Al”.

Moving on.

Al is having surgery on his shoulder on Monday.  Al isn’t a very emotive kind of guy.  He keeps his thoughts to himself, for the most part.  Not to say that he isn’t a talker, or a friendly person.  Remember that I stated that he was a friend of mine.  But he does like to keep things close to the vest.  He has issues that we might have the time to deal with, but I am not holding my breath.

Back to the surgery.  It is his right shoulder that he is having operated on.  We were discussing it briefly on Saturday, and it came up that he is concerned about what is going to happen when he has to.. well…poop.  You see, he is a right handed wiper.  Now, please understand that I am a sensitive kind of guy, who sees his friend in a predicament.  But this struck me as hilarious.

Especially since he told me that he has been practicing wiping his ass with his left hand.  This took me over the top, and I just could not stop laughing.

Reminded me of a woman that I worked with who, against the advice of her Dr., had both of her wrists operated on for carpal tunnel syndrome.  Yeah.  Unable to use her hands for the first week.  Her husband was not too happy about that week.

So.  Thought that I would share those nuggets, no pun intended, with you this morning.  It is hellaciously cold here in Pennsylvania.  I have to work while the rest of you are watching the football playoffs, and eating chips and dip.  Don’t forget to go here to find out how much more weight  I have lost.

Namaste.

Are you getting tired of my daily report?

I think that I am.  Though I did get my Dr. appointments dealt with today.  Made an appointment with the orthopedist to take a look at my knee.  I am hoping that I am not going to need surgery, I would prefer to only have to rehab it properly.

But I am getting boring again, now aren’t I.

I am.

G’night.

Namaste.