His name was Tito. Well, to be honest I don’t think that was his name but that’s what people called him. According to my son, he was well liked by everyone. According to Tito he would never fit in to society.
After weeks of tests, medication and other things I would prefer not to delve into, I finally had my gall bladder removed last Friday. I hope and pray this has been the cause of all my physical ailments and I can get on with being my normal healthy, vibrant outgoing self.
This has been life changing for me. Having almost a week to recover, I have had a lot of time to dig deep within and ponder about life in general. I have come to the following conclusion about my life:
I am faced with a dilemma of how I am going explain this to my boss?
And … Do you think he will cut my salary?
Da-svi-da-niya Sochi. Hello prime time TV. Okay, I’m not one to bitch or complain (ok, well maybe I am) but I am so glad that the Olympics are over and we can get on to some quality, snuggling on the couch, prime time TV. Season Premiere of Dallas … finally! And Survivor … who doesn’t love reality TV?
I have not been inspired to write lately, in case you can’t tell. Have a good week!
Altough I lost respect for Sherman and all of his accomplishments after his recent rant, I was not happy at all to see him get hurt.
Even though Manning played his worst game ever, I still respect and admire him.
The game was a sleeper. I broke even in the football squares. The commercials were not comical. Halftime was a waste of time.
But I did walk away with the knowledge of this:
Proof once again that there is a God!
I’m surrounded by death.
A boy only twenty one
He fought a long battle
But cancer won the war
A mother of three
Ovarian cancer of all things
In hospice right now
An only son
Married his love one week
Buried his mother the next
A man in his mid forties
Never sick, throws up blood
And is told he has six weeks
I’m surrounded by death
Cancer eats at my soul
Just as it consumed their bodies