(This is unfinished as of the publishing, but I'll finish it at some point.) January 19, 2010 - Day 1 - The day of the surgery My surgery was scheduled for 7:30am and I was asked to be there for 6:00am. I went to pick up my mother-in-law around 5:30am. She was good enough to help us out with the home duties for the day. Getting the kids on and off the bus, making lunch - those sorts of things. I was sure to wear my windpants to the hospital because I figured jeans would be too tight on where I figured the incisions were going to be. Amy made up a bag of other things to bring. She's pretty good to me. We arrived in the hospital around 6am and got admitted. I took a number and then had some lady call me into ...
I love these moments of over-caffeinated wonder I occasionally have. I have to stop myself from finding the highest mountain and screaming "IT FITS! IT ALL FITS!" -- which just leaves me stunned in a jaw gaping wonder at the whole of ... everything :) Euclid, St. Thomas Aquinas, the world, everything ... heh... -> 42... LOL I "invented" the concept of solipsism in high school while walking along the halls surrounded by people. And I have this feeling that when I actually get around to learning exactly what calculus *is*... that I actually did "invent" it a while back. So *there*, take that, g/f at the time that didn't believe me (Jeanine)
Originally Posted by Ana54 I love the expression "Keep an open mind but not so open that your brains fall out." It makes so much sense! the version I heard was something like "some people have such an open mind flies go buzzing through" -- I forget where I heard that, but it made me both laugh and nod agreement in a rather grim fashion. Which in retrospect is probably a really rather judgemental thing to do. I dunno. I suppose there has to be some kind of balance between acceptance and judgement. Oh snap. Who's that again, sneaking up behind the shrubbery once more? Huh. I thought you were Socrates, but apparently I need new glasses, because you're obviously Buddha. ...
2. She waddled into the room wearing clown make-up and a short leather dress so tight I could count the change in her purse. So tight that the writers were to busy drooling to finish this line, so I decided to play the knight to her Bishop and shake hands with her. "Well, hello there" I quipped wittily as she grasped my hand and pumped like a gas station attendant on speed and Viagra. "yes," she said, finally releasing my poor abused hand. "So, what brings you to this side of Seedville?" I ask politely. "You see, it's my husband. He's gone crazy again," she says oh so demurely. Oh great, I think. It's going to be another one of *those* cases. Well, ...
Words cannot express it. Photographs cannot capture it. Microphones cannot hear it. The blue wires tie me down And scream for the Samuri Clown Cut it off! Cut it down! Release me from the hell of the blue wire! The Bushido Code lives on within the burned out hulk of the clown, downtrodden and ridiculed; thrown out into the alley onto the garbage pile of life. Honor. As he smears the white face paint over his gaunt, bony face he mentally recites the code of the Samurai Clown, refreshing his spirit to fight the blue wire one more day. Squeezing the red rubber ball over his nose, he flexes his calves, the warm up to the micro controled muscular exercises known ...
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