I'm hungry!

WARNING: if you get grossed out easily, go read something else!!

When you hit the big 50 the first thing the doctor wants is to stick something up your ass to see if it is working. Well, doc, wouldn't I know if it wasn't working? Actually, no. You may have all kinds of weird things growing in there and you will never know it until too late to do anything about them. Thanks to the medical history of your family (which is something you should know) you could possibly have a predilection to get those nasty little things. And, by the way, if you are related to me, get ready to have several over the course of your lifetime. I'm headed in at 6:00 am in the morning for my 3-year checkup. You see, I'm susceptible to polyps- (gee thanks, Dad)!

I go to a quite progressive digestive disease center for this part of Florida. That is all they do - digestive diseases. That is, from the time the food hits your tongue until it comes out the end. No longer do you need to drink 10 gallons of foul-tasting, foul-smelling stuff the day before your test so that you can poop your brains out overnight. Now they start two whole days before the test.

Yesterday was "Low-Residue Diet" day. I could eat but only if it were white. For instance, oatmeal for breakfast with milk. That was cool and a very usual breakfast for me. Lunch was cottage cheese. OK - not too bad but I did miss the nuts, raisins and peaches I usually put in it. Dinner was sauteed fish with cauliflower. White, white, white. White bread is ok, white potato is ok, spaghetti is ok with no sauce. While these foods are ok for most of you, I don't eat them as a rule. What I really missed was chocolate!!

Today is liquid day..you know, water, soda, coffee, tea, fruit juice, broth and jello. The good thing is you can drink in color and eat jello as long as they are not red. So I'm having a good old cup of beef broth after which I'll eat peach jello, have a cup of coffee and wish I could eat real food. AT 2:30 I start popping pills and wash them down with a small cup of Fleet Phospho-soda. Then the fun starts!!

Oh, well....I'll have a nice breakfast about 10 am tomorrow. After that, it will be

WHERE'S THE CHOCOLATE!!

Comic books

Most of us have read comic books at one time or another. I remember when I was a kid, spending $ .10 for a Superman. It would disappear after the younger kids got hold of it. But I never bought for speculation....at that age who would? Well, my son for one would spend hours in the local Hialeah comic store. Of course, it was an exercise in futility trying to read it because they were always wrapped in a plastic sleeve and god forbid that you bent the cover!!! He'd hover over me like an avenging angel - sweating and white with anxiety until he got it safely back in its sleeve.

Even paperback books were treated with reverence by him. Ever try to read a paperback without creasing the spine? Darn near impossible. I'd almost go blind trying to see the words in the center. Besides, creases in the spine tells me that I've read them. The more creases, the better the book.

Maybe one day he'll have a fortune in uncreased, sleeved books. I hope!!


Rare Comic Book Collection To Be Auctioned

Stop Pong

For those of you that remember the first video game "Pong", here is an updated version you can play on your computer at work, lol.

Stop Pong

Feuding neighbors

The neighbor that lives on the right side of us had four cats that she let roam the streets. This was somewhat of an annoyance because they kill birds and other wildlife; we know of one cardinal that had CD seeing red. Also, these cats would use our patio furniture as their beds due to the fact that they weren't allowed in her house. This neighbor takes off on weekends to their other property out in the woods somewhere, leaving their 18-year old son to feed them. Guess what? No surprise here, the cats would not get fed. So they roamed as cats are wont to do.

Now a new neighbor moves in on left side. Has other neighbors' cats dancing up on his roof at night, meowing under his window, fighting in his backyard. New neighbor hates cats. New neighbor goes to Animal Control and gets a catch cage. Traps all cats he can entice into the cage and off they go to the gas chamber. Other neighbor no longer has cats and I've seen Wanted posters by other neighbors on their missing cat/s.

While I understand the irritation of this neighbor, I do not understand him not asking any of the neighbors if these captured cats are theirs. He's weird and this is not the first time he displayed a singular lack of regard for others and their property. For an example, we have a oak tree that is on our common property line. He had tree man over to remove other trees and he wanted the part of our oak that hangs over his yard trimmed back. CD was working in our backyard while they were discussing it. The neighbor never said a word to CD about cutting it back. I was home one day and suddenly there is a man in my tree. I called CD who came by from work and handled it. Sometimes all it takes is common courtesy.


Our neighborhood is suddenly devoid of all roaming feline life. However, suddenly there is an increase in snakes, frogs, mice, and palmetto bugs roaming the neighborhood. And of course, feuding neighbors are always fun.

Yard Art

George 
CD had to have new yard art. What do you think of George?

A mind goes flitting in the field of the life

Today I am thinking about Alzheimer's and the effect it has on lives. I haven't had much experience with people who have had it, but I've heard of the ones that have taken care of them. You've heard the old saying: "Of all the things I ever lost, I miss my mind the most." Well, that may not be exactly true. Other people miss your mind whilst you wander happily among the daisies.

What has that to do with the price of tea in China, you ask? In growing older the mind accepts certain things as truth while out flitting out in left field. Boners occur. Wrong dates for birthdays, for example. I notice that I am not as sharp as I use to be - dates are escaping me. Don't be surprised if you suddenly receive a Christmas card in July. If you are thinking, she must of lost her mind, it may be true. And by the way, you can't blame CD, all he does is supply the stamps.

In some things I am sharper than I have ever been, and in some things, a little duller. It must be all the things I've learned over my lifetime that has things a little crowded in my brain.

The cost of humiliation

I try to live my life not to hurt anyone. I may joke with you about something, but any hint of discomfort and the subject is closed. I try not to pry into your life, if you want to tell me something personal about yourself that is up to you. It is true of acquaintances and of family members especially.

So, why do some people think it is their God given right to embarass, harass and pry? To make me uncomfortable by what they say is teasing, but is actually an act of humiliating, of degrading, in disguise.

If you intentionally humiliate or degrade someone you have just cost yourself more than you can know. If you say that you were only teasing, but keep on digging on that person, you are being cruel. Did you ever stop to think about how you are hurting them? Or are you doing it out of some perverse feeling to put them in their place, which is less than you? Did you think it was okay just because it has happened to you? Did it make you feel better about yourself?

Have you ever thought about the consequences of your actions? You will have lost truth, trust, respect, and in some cases, love. Think about it.

Humiliation - To lower the pride, dignity, or self-respect of; cause to feel shame; hurt the pride of.

Awaiting the new fall line-up

I love good shows on TV. HBO shows like Deadwood; the now dead Six Feet Under; The Sopranoes. And regular TV favorites like ER, which I understand is renewed for two more years. The now defunct West Wing was one of my favorites and should have been required viewing for our youth to understand how presidential candidates slough through different states for votes. As a matter of fact, I know a few adults that should be chained to chairs to watch it.

The new fall line-up is now becoming known and we are seeing commercials to get you to turn in. I am looking forward to a few of them. The ones that have intrigued me are:

SMITH with Ray Liotta.

SHARK with James Woods.

JERICHO with Skeet Ulrich.

I may also turn into Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, because I remember Saturday Night Live with Goldie Hawn and the crew.

I'm sure there are others that will tweak my interest as they become known, but I do know that I will not be watching:

Ugly Betty

What about Brian

All of Us

Everybody Hates Chris

The Knights of Prosperity

AND, of course, I am waiting for Survivor - Cook Island. #13!! Can you believe it?!

In the meantime, thank you CBS for Big Brother - All Stars. Now, can you PULEEZE get rid of Janelle???

[Note: Similarities in family names is big TV's fault, not mine]

I have a life but I have nothing to say

Why is it that we are busy all day but when on the telephone we can't think of a single thing to say. Now there are those of you out there, you know who you are, that can talk about anything under the sun and not manage to bore me. Then again, there are those that repeat themselves over and over about the same old shit; we all know people like this, we know who they are. But me? I say things like, I've been working too much. I had a cold. My allergies are killing me. CD is fine. Joe Beegle needs a bath and Frazier is still wanting to lay an egg.

My dad called yesterday. Total talk time: 2 minutes Just wanted to make sure I was still alive.

I call my granddaughter. Total talk time: 5 minutes She has a life.

My daughter and son call me. Total talk time: varies - but always interesting.

My mother-in-law calls me. Total talk time: Never less than 30 minutes. Forget that show you've been waiting all week to see. Run to set up the recorder because you're definitely going to miss the best part.

Moral of this story? Sometimes it is enough just to hear your voice.


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Other lives

When you don't know people well you make assumptions out of how they live. You think that because people have been married for over 30 years that they get along well and that things are great.

I have had occasion to slap myself upside the head the last couple of days. On Sunday I worked the gift shop while the boss's wife finished her last day in the Snack bar. She told me she would be taking the things that were hers; things that she had brought in. I didn't have a problem with that. Who would? If they were hers she has a right to take them. But it bothered me that I detected a note of bitchiness in her tone.

Another girl had covered the Snack bar on Monday so I could have a day off. When I went into work yesterday, I was speechless. The place was nearly bare. You would think we were closing it today instead of in a week or so.

I am amazed at how the human mind works. Here she is, the boss's wife. He runs the place and is responsible for everything. Apparently she is not suffering from any disease, has no health problems..the bottom line is that she wanted to work in the gift shop and he told her no. I believe it was because she disses the manager there all the time and they get along like oil and water. So, she got mad and quit. And took all her toys home.

How petty. How vindictive. Glad I'm not him.

Aw, Mel

couldn't you just keep your big fat mouth shut?! Noooo, you had to spit venomous hateful stuff directed at a people fighting for existence. God knows, I love Mel Gibson with the gorgeous blue eyes and a sense of humor that flashes across the screen to you. But, I hate a drunk. Worse, I hate a mean drunk.

Go to AAA. Leave the bottle alone. Apparently you can't handle it.