Last week my son Brian went to Florida with his girlfriend Cheryl on vacation so I invited my girlfriend Lori to spend the week at my house. We thought it would be a great opportunity to see how we got along after spending a lot of time together. Rather like a test to see how compatible we really are.
In short, the week went exceptionally well, except for the lettuce incident. It was very minor so I won’t get into details. Let’s just say that the result was that we agreed I would do the cooking at my house and she would clean up. HOWEVER, when we were at her house, she would do the cooking and I would sit in the living room.
Other than the lettuce incident, things went exceptionally well, and a good time was held by all. There was also lots of snuggling, at least once a day.
This weekend Brian has to work everyday and will be home all weekend, so I’m getting a hotel room so Lori and I can be together. Lori has off Memorial Day so I made the reservation for check in Friday and check out Tuesday. I predict much snuggling. ;-)
The hotel has free high speed Internet access so I will be able to stay in touch if we’re not too busy. We’ll just have to wait and see though.
Wooooo Hoooooo!!!! Life’s treating me good, isn’t it?
Monday, May 22, 2006
Any ideas what this is?
Today is garbage day so yesterday I decided to get rid of things in my refrigerator I don't recognize anymore and came across a unknown life form growing in one of the containers I dumped.
I’m not exactly certain what this was growing on. It was either chilli or pasta sauce. I had both in my refridgerator, but I’m not sure which was which. For that matter, I’m not even sure when I made the chili or the sauce it’s been that long. Any ideas what any of this stuff is?
PS
Are the eggs I bought on January 25th still any good? I've never opened the carton so I'm thinking they may be okay?
I’m not exactly certain what this was growing on. It was either chilli or pasta sauce. I had both in my refridgerator, but I’m not sure which was which. For that matter, I’m not even sure when I made the chili or the sauce it’s been that long. Any ideas what any of this stuff is?
PS
Are the eggs I bought on January 25th still any good? I've never opened the carton so I'm thinking they may be okay?
Friday, May 19, 2006
Rate My Life - Part 2
I'm repeating the "Rate My Life Test".
This was my life before my wife Barbara became terminally ill.
This was my life about a month after Barbara died.
This is my life now.
Things have improved substantially in the last 6 month, haven't they? Cool!
This was my life before my wife Barbara became terminally ill.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  7.4 |
| Mind: |  7.1 |
| Body: |  5.5 |
| Spirit: | 8 |
| Friends/Family: | 6.6 |
| Love: |  9.1 |
| Finance: | 7.9 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
This was my life about a month after Barbara died.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: | 5.3 |
| Mind: |  6.2 |
| Body: | 4.9 |
| Spirit: | 7.9 |
| Friends/Family: |  2.5 |
| Love: |  0 |
| Finance: | 7.8 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
This is my life now.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: | 7 |
| Mind: | 7.1 |
| Body: | 5.1 |
| Spirit: | 7.6 |
| Friends/Family: | 5 |
| Love: | 5.5 |
| Finance: | 8.2 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Things have improved substantially in the last 6 month, haven't they? Cool!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
HNT First Anniversary Edition
Today is the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday. HNT was started by Osbasso. You can read all about the origin and guidelines of HNT here.
In honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso asked us, the participants, to make a special HNT post this week. We were supposed to post our very first official HNT picture and then a second picture showing us in some sort of celebration of the anniversary using such props as balloons, confetti, streamers, champagne, noisemakers, etc.
So in honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, here is my 42nd HNT post. (HOLY CRAP! MY 42ND HNT POST!)
Here is my very first HNT picture. You can see the actual post here.
I’ve been thinking about how best to honor the 1st anniversary of HNT. This is what first came to mind, a picture with both Lori’s and my legs.
Then I thought this really wasn’t showing what I like to do when we are together to celebrate things. Then it hit me!
DISCLAIMER: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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In honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso asked us, the participants, to make a special HNT post this week. We were supposed to post our very first official HNT picture and then a second picture showing us in some sort of celebration of the anniversary using such props as balloons, confetti, streamers, champagne, noisemakers, etc.
So in honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, here is my 42nd HNT post. (HOLY CRAP! MY 42ND HNT POST!)
Here is my very first HNT picture. You can see the actual post here.
I’ve been thinking about how best to honor the 1st anniversary of HNT. This is what first came to mind, a picture with both Lori’s and my legs.
Then I thought this really wasn’t showing what I like to do when we are together to celebrate things. Then it hit me!
DISCLAIMER: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter 24: SHRAPNEL
While I was digging through some old junk researching my stories, I came across something that might interest you. I found an old envelope I’ve been keeping a few pieces of the shrapnel they removed from me at one time or the other, over the last 18 months of my Army service. When I was wounded, I was literally sprayed from head to toe with shrapnel from the exploding claymore mine. All of the large pieces of shrapnel were removed during my surgery in Vietnam right after being wounded and the again when my wounds were eventually closed about ten days later in Japan. Of course, not all of it could be found and removed, especially the small pieces. A few times during those last 18 months I was in the army, a piece would start to bother me, so I’d have it removed.
Here are some photographs of the shrapnel I saved. I know there’s not much, but I’m still proud to show it off. I’m certain there was a lot better samples, but I think to ask them to save them for me when I was operated on.
Here are close ups so you can get a good look. Yes, the reddish stuff on the gauze pad is my blood.
This pretty silver one was right on the top of my foot under where the laces of my shoe are. I had this one removed in January while I was still recovering in St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens New York. Whenever I wore shoes, It bothered me, so I had it removed.
I think this one is the most interesting and my favorite one. See that yellowish stuff sort of coating it on the left? That’s some of my flesh. Cool huh? You can also see some dried blood if you look close.
This little blood tinged, rusty baby was the last piece I had removed and stayed with me for well over a year. It was on the outside of my left arm and I could grab it with my fingers and show it off as that “Piece of Shrapnel Under My Skin”. After a while, all my squeezing showing it off, caused it rise very close to the surface so I had it removed.
This isn’t shrapnel, it’s a hunk of flesh that was stuck to gause pad. I saw it when I moved the pieces of shrapnel to scan them. I’m not sure where this came from. Pretty cool, huh?
Even to this day, I still carry a lot of shrapnel throughout out my body. I’m not allowed to have a MRI. The magnetic field generated by the MRI machine may cause the metal shrapnel to move with unknown results. So they told me I shouldn’t take a chance.
I have so much shrapnel left in me, virtually every time I get x-rayed they ask me about it.
There was the time I was applying for life insurance and needed to get a chest x-ray. I was still very young and with no medical issues, so I wasn’t worried at all what the x-ray would show. I had the x-ray done and a few days later, the doctor’s office called to tell me there was a problem with my x-ray and the doctor needed to see me right away and could I come in the next day? I asked the nurse what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that I needed to see the doctor and he would talk to me about it.
I about crapped my pant and my wife freaked out obviously. So all night and the next day, I couldn’t get there until I got out of work the next day, we were very worried about what the x-ray showed. I had been smoking for about 10 years at that point and was a regular pot smoker so lung cancer was my major concern.
When I got out of work, I headed straight to the doctor’s office. I was sent to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was sick to my stomach I was so worried. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then the doctor finally came in. He said hello and then hangs a couple of my chest x-rays on the light board on the wall.
The doctor turns on the light on the light board, points at the x-ray and says, “Did you know you have metal fragments in your chest?”
(Pause here for the laughter to die down)
Well, I didn’t laugh when I heard that. I was fucking pissed off and let the good doctor know exactly how I felt. (I will leave out the profanities) “Of course I know! I was wounded in Vietnam by a mine explosion from head to toe and I still have a lot of shrapnel everywhere in my body, not just my chest!”
“I’m sorry, we didn’t know that, he says. “You can go then.”
Now, I’m boiling, “Why didn’t you ask me that over the phone? I asked the nurse what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell. She said I had to come in. My wife and I have been worried sick and that’s all you have to say!”
He didn’t really say anything and walked out of the examination room in one direction as I stormed out in the other. I walked over to the desk to check out. There were a couple of people in front of me so I waited for a few minutes. When I was my turn, the nurse looked at my chart and said, “There is no charge. Do you need another appointment?” I just glared at her and stormed out mumbling expletives the entire way.
When I got home my wife came out to meet me and asked me what the doctor said. I told her when we got inside and, to this day, I can still hear her saying at the top of her lungs, “WHAT! THAT’S WHY THEY TOLD YOU, YOU HAD TO COME IN? WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST TELL YOU THAT OVER THE PHONE?” (Insert a lot of expletives between the words) You know what, that was the first time since I’d known her, that I heard her curse so much and she did it almost as well as me.
While I was digging through some old junk researching my stories, I came across something that might interest you. I found an old envelope I’ve been keeping a few pieces of the shrapnel they removed from me at one time or the other, over the last 18 months of my Army service. When I was wounded, I was literally sprayed from head to toe with shrapnel from the exploding claymore mine. All of the large pieces of shrapnel were removed during my surgery in Vietnam right after being wounded and the again when my wounds were eventually closed about ten days later in Japan. Of course, not all of it could be found and removed, especially the small pieces. A few times during those last 18 months I was in the army, a piece would start to bother me, so I’d have it removed.
Here are some photographs of the shrapnel I saved. I know there’s not much, but I’m still proud to show it off. I’m certain there was a lot better samples, but I think to ask them to save them for me when I was operated on.
Here are close ups so you can get a good look. Yes, the reddish stuff on the gauze pad is my blood.
This pretty silver one was right on the top of my foot under where the laces of my shoe are. I had this one removed in January while I was still recovering in St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens New York. Whenever I wore shoes, It bothered me, so I had it removed.
I think this one is the most interesting and my favorite one. See that yellowish stuff sort of coating it on the left? That’s some of my flesh. Cool huh? You can also see some dried blood if you look close.
This little blood tinged, rusty baby was the last piece I had removed and stayed with me for well over a year. It was on the outside of my left arm and I could grab it with my fingers and show it off as that “Piece of Shrapnel Under My Skin”. After a while, all my squeezing showing it off, caused it rise very close to the surface so I had it removed.
This isn’t shrapnel, it’s a hunk of flesh that was stuck to gause pad. I saw it when I moved the pieces of shrapnel to scan them. I’m not sure where this came from. Pretty cool, huh?Even to this day, I still carry a lot of shrapnel throughout out my body. I’m not allowed to have a MRI. The magnetic field generated by the MRI machine may cause the metal shrapnel to move with unknown results. So they told me I shouldn’t take a chance.
I have so much shrapnel left in me, virtually every time I get x-rayed they ask me about it.
There was the time I was applying for life insurance and needed to get a chest x-ray. I was still very young and with no medical issues, so I wasn’t worried at all what the x-ray would show. I had the x-ray done and a few days later, the doctor’s office called to tell me there was a problem with my x-ray and the doctor needed to see me right away and could I come in the next day? I asked the nurse what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that I needed to see the doctor and he would talk to me about it.
I about crapped my pant and my wife freaked out obviously. So all night and the next day, I couldn’t get there until I got out of work the next day, we were very worried about what the x-ray showed. I had been smoking for about 10 years at that point and was a regular pot smoker so lung cancer was my major concern.
When I got out of work, I headed straight to the doctor’s office. I was sent to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was sick to my stomach I was so worried. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then the doctor finally came in. He said hello and then hangs a couple of my chest x-rays on the light board on the wall.
The doctor turns on the light on the light board, points at the x-ray and says, “Did you know you have metal fragments in your chest?”
(Pause here for the laughter to die down)
Well, I didn’t laugh when I heard that. I was fucking pissed off and let the good doctor know exactly how I felt. (I will leave out the profanities) “Of course I know! I was wounded in Vietnam by a mine explosion from head to toe and I still have a lot of shrapnel everywhere in my body, not just my chest!”
“I’m sorry, we didn’t know that, he says. “You can go then.”
Now, I’m boiling, “Why didn’t you ask me that over the phone? I asked the nurse what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell. She said I had to come in. My wife and I have been worried sick and that’s all you have to say!”
He didn’t really say anything and walked out of the examination room in one direction as I stormed out in the other. I walked over to the desk to check out. There were a couple of people in front of me so I waited for a few minutes. When I was my turn, the nurse looked at my chart and said, “There is no charge. Do you need another appointment?” I just glared at her and stormed out mumbling expletives the entire way.
When I got home my wife came out to meet me and asked me what the doctor said. I told her when we got inside and, to this day, I can still hear her saying at the top of her lungs, “WHAT! THAT’S WHY THEY TOLD YOU, YOU HAD TO COME IN? WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST TELL YOU THAT OVER THE PHONE?” (Insert a lot of expletives between the words) You know what, that was the first time since I’d known her, that I heard her curse so much and she did it almost as well as me.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
So Far, So Good
I picked up Lori at the ferry Monday afternoon. We went to her place so she could unpack and repack for the week she's staying with me.
She brought her laptop with her so we can sit on the couch next to each other blogging. Right now she's reading my posts for the last five days.
Last night I made dinner. I made the gorgonzola pizza from this post. This time I added black olives and tons of onions. We both love onions A LOT! I think they must be an aphrodisiac, because we had a VERY nice evening snuggling. :-D
This morning Lori didn't have work, so we stayed in bed and snuggled for a few hours. When we got up we showered and then I made breakfast. I made eggs sunnyside up, fried ham, grits, toast and coffee.
Lori had a doctors appointment so this afternoon we went there and then came back home. Lori prepared dinner tonight. It's a taco cassarole. We haven't ate it yet, but it looks good. I'll tell you how it turned out tomorrow, but I'm sure it's good from the way it looked.
Tonight's American Idol and then to bed for more snuggling. We can't stay up snuggling too late because Lori has work tomorrow. I'll probably have dinner ready for her when she gets home around 6:00. Tomorrow I'm making BBQ beef (Manwich), corn on the cob and I think I go out and get potato salad. That goes good with this.
Do me a favor please. With all the snuggling we're going to be doing this week, pray I live through it, okay?
Note: Just so you know, snuggling is the code word I'm going to use for fooling around, having sex or any form of the two.
She brought her laptop with her so we can sit on the couch next to each other blogging. Right now she's reading my posts for the last five days.
Last night I made dinner. I made the gorgonzola pizza from this post. This time I added black olives and tons of onions. We both love onions A LOT! I think they must be an aphrodisiac, because we had a VERY nice evening snuggling. :-D
This morning Lori didn't have work, so we stayed in bed and snuggled for a few hours. When we got up we showered and then I made breakfast. I made eggs sunnyside up, fried ham, grits, toast and coffee.
Lori had a doctors appointment so this afternoon we went there and then came back home. Lori prepared dinner tonight. It's a taco cassarole. We haven't ate it yet, but it looks good. I'll tell you how it turned out tomorrow, but I'm sure it's good from the way it looked.
Tonight's American Idol and then to bed for more snuggling. We can't stay up snuggling too late because Lori has work tomorrow. I'll probably have dinner ready for her when she gets home around 6:00. Tomorrow I'm making BBQ beef (Manwich), corn on the cob and I think I go out and get potato salad. That goes good with this.
Do me a favor please. With all the snuggling we're going to be doing this week, pray I live through it, okay?
Note: Just so you know, snuggling is the code word I'm going to use for fooling around, having sex or any form of the two.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Do me a favor...
...next time I fall a sleep and take a two hour nap in the early evening, just hit me up side the head to wake me. Okay!
It's now 2:44 A fucking M and I'm wide a fucking wake!
This really sucks, big time!
I'm picking up my girlfriend Lori at the ferry from Connecticut later today and hoped to stay up late tomorrow night having a lot of sex.
Did I tell you she is staying with me all next week?
If i don't get to bed soon, I'm not going to get my minimum required number of hours of sleep and fall a sleep on her in the evening.+
I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?
That would really, really not be acceptable!
Oh wait! I just yawned. That is a good sign I may be getting tired.
It's now 2:44 A fucking M and I'm wide a fucking wake!
This really sucks, big time!
I'm picking up my girlfriend Lori at the ferry from Connecticut later today and hoped to stay up late tomorrow night having a lot of sex.
Did I tell you she is staying with me all next week?
If i don't get to bed soon, I'm not going to get my minimum required number of hours of sleep and fall a sleep on her in the evening.+
I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?
That would really, really not be acceptable!
Oh wait! I just yawned. That is a good sign I may be getting tired.
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