{{{Annie}}} - sending good vibes to you and hubby.
Swampy - Mr Rebo says you should put a TV in the bathroom for OYKW… 
We had chicken and dumplings for dinner. Yum!
I worked, went to the Booster Club meeting, then I went to the Bistro. It was $1 pint night . :D:D
when I was driving up that way, I texted to a friend, “I see Beaver.” Also I passed over the Ni river in Va. Facebook post :“Crossed the Ni river bridge, toll:1 shrubbery.”
{{{{{{{Ann}}}}}} Don’t give up hope, half my relatives have had cancer(some more than once) and they are still healthy.
: hands StG a box of Kleenex :
**swampy[/]b, I was stuck on the clear liquids diet when I had the third buttock lopped off, and I enjoyed it.
A comic (Rev. Billy C Wirtz) used to do a routine about how when he first came to this part of PA, he saw a sign for a diner called “Sadie’s Big Beaver”. He figured what the Hell - for a country boy from North Carolina a name like that says even if the food is terrible and the service sucks the t-shirts have got to be cool as Hell! So he hit the place and after he was done eating the waitress came over and said “Would you like a piece of our world famous Beaver pie?” He said he thought about it a few moments and said “Mam - if its all that world famous, I think I’ll pass”.
Annie, keep a pillow handy. Carry one if the car if you can. Its great for crying and screaming into and for shouting obscenities at. And feel free to do all the above as much as you want. Hubby too - he’ll really need to now and then.
My great-uncle Germick was given 6 months; by the time they found his cancer there wasn’t a part of his body it wasn’t in and pretty much at stage 4. He used to draw pictures of it and then burn them or shoot holes in them. He had one of his x-rays he kept in his (what we would now call) man-cave and he would hold it and laugh at it - and I mean laugh out loud at it. He would have us kids mock it and make fun of it and giggle as we were doing it. He did die from the cancer but it was like 17 years later. I guess what I’m trying to say is sometimes attitude can help - or at least explain the hope sometimes.
And for what its worth my prayers for you all.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Annie}}}}}}}}}}}}}…I’m keeping your husband in my prayers; healing thoughts and vibes going out to any and all who need them.Swampy, hope all goes well for OYKW tomorrow.
I need to get to bed, I’m up entirely too late! At least it’s officially Hump Day now. LOL Happy Wednesday y’all!
Get-well vibes sent out to all those sick and sickly people, specially Mr. Ominous.
I almost crashed my car on the day I took Mom and Littlebro to see some gardens in Delaware, when we crossed over a small stream and I read its name: Brandywine River. Littlebro said “didthatsaywhatIthinkIsaw?” and we had to explain it to Mom slowly.
x3
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
If you come from Twatt, are you Twattish?
On the way to Scarborough is a town called Wetwanger. People who come from there are Wet Wangers.
Likewise, folk from Goole are Goolies. Only boys & girls from Yorkshire will get that.
{{{Annie}}}
**Nava **- imagine I’m your mom, and explain it to me, slowly, too? 
(I think I’m unaware of some, er…, other meaning of Brandywine, besides the Revolutionary War battle site…)
Doesn’t someone have a birthday today…?
Roughly 20 million people. Who exactly did you have in mind…?
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienated. What? Coffee’s a liquid. Ain’t my fault if it’s a liquid OYKW can’t have. Besides he told me it smelled yuck this mornin’ after the big clean out, the last of which just happened. Poor thing had to wake up at three a.m. to drink the last of the icik. I heard the alarm go off and then rolled over and went back to sleep. That’s me. Ever supportive!
The big event commences at 8 a.m. Actually he has to be there and the big event is scheduled for 8:30 a.m. Anywho, as soon as he’s sedated and taken in, Ima be a bad bear cause I plan to sneak off to MickeyD’s (it’s the closest) and get me a bizkit. He says he wants to go to [del]the hog trough[/del] Ryan’s for lunch. We shall see what kind of state of recovery and/or drugness (is to a word!) he’s in before the final decision is made.
Yays, boos, hugs, trouts, chitlins, wedgies, noogies, how you doin’s as needed.
Happy Hump Day!
Oh and a probably reliable source tells me today is LiLi’s bday. She hasn’t been around too much, sump’n about a newborn and a toddler keepin’ her busy. Y’all know how some people will use any excuse!
So, in case she peeks in today…
<AHEM> CLEARING THROAT <AHEM>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARRR LLLIIILLLIII!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Look up.
LotR. The river that forms the eastern edge of the Shire.
Speaking of my Mom, I’d told her not to come for two weekends. One week, as in seven days, as in one weekend.
She’s coming tomorrow and leaving on the 18th. And then she doesn’t understand why her children don’t want to take her places or her to visit :mad:
Happy Birthday, LiLi!
Happy Hump Day to the rest of ya!
:smack:
::meekly hands over geek card…::
Happy B-day, Lili!!
Happy Birthday LiLi!!
I just checked her blog and Nat hasn’t been sleeping so that may add to the reasons why she isn’t checking in here.
I made a sesame chicken saute last night that turned out quite well. Tonight’s going to be chicken pot pie, which is one of my specialties. Even if we aren’t having fall weather around here, with all the leaves falling off the trees, it feels like it’s time to make fall-type foods.
Ohio has some places that are just hard to say if you aren’t from around here.
We have the Olentangy River: Easy (Oh len TAN gee)
Someone mentioned Chillicothe: Medium (Chill ah COTH ee)
Bellefontaine: Hard (Bell FOUN 'n)
Oh, and I can’t forget what must be a very smart city: Cecil, Ohio!
We have a smart town too! Cecil, Jawja.
Howdy y’all! I am checkin’ in from the carwash just cause I can.
OYKW survived his probe. One polyp removed. I know he’d want me to share that.
Anywho, after he got through, we went to [del]the hog trough[/del] Ryan’s but there were two busloads of high school kids there so we opted for bad Chinese which was actually pretty good today. Hunger will do that for ya I reckon. I got him home and then went to gas up his vehicle and decided to take it by the carwash as it was filthy. I’m a good person. He’s at da cave and was goin’ to take a nappy poo. He’s stayin’ the night cause he’s not supposed to drive or do stuff that involves big decision makin’ the rest of the day.
I’ll go easy on him, I promise.
Looks like car is through gettin’ bathed and purtified.
Later Y’all!
Wifey is gone.
To New Joisey.
For some selfish reason* TPTB at Coldwell Banker didn’t want to hold their big meeting somewhere easy for people in other parts of the country to get to, so they’re holding it in, (circling back around to the OP), Parsippany NY.
Anyway, we got up at around 3:30 this morning to get her to the airport in time.
So naturally we went to bed early. 9:30pm.
Now I’m usually asleep the minute my head hits the pillow, but my head usually hits the pillow after the 11:00 news.
I did not go right to sleep last night.
Then, just after I got to sleep, the dog started bouncing around the room with an itching attack.
Got that sorted out, went back to sleep.
At about 11:30, dog decides he just has to go outside. Got the dog sorted out again. Got up and drank some kind of alcoholic beverage. It was blue and said Seagrams on it, and was sweet.
Back to bed about 12:30.
Crawled blearily out of bed somewhere around 3:45.
Got dressed and drove Wifey to the airport, a 1 hour drive on a good day.
Got home about 6:30am and crawled back into bed until about 8:30’
Blurf!
That’s why my eyes are so bloodshot. Look!
Okay, stop looking, you’re starting to creep me out a little.
I’s tahrd!
*They didn’t want to have to leave home.