One little, two little, three little indians.

December 7, 2008 · Posted in Blogging the disease · 5 Comments 

Give up, you will never figure out the tie in with that post title.

I have been absent for a few days now with good reason. First, Becky was on vacation all week, it was great to spend some time with here, we don’t get to do a lot of that when she is working. We saw the movie Four Christmases on Wednesday, very funny movie, although Vaughn’s character seemed a little effeminate. So then Thursday Anna got sick and had to go to the doctor, of course you know that whenever someone in this house gets sick I am not far behind! I started out with the same symptoms Anna had, but mine went south pretty quick. Desiree got sick Friday and had to come home early from school. Poor Becky ended up with a house full of sick people over the weekend. I need to make that up to her somehow!

On a completely different note I have a proposal for all medical practitioners. From now on when you tell someone they need surgery, you can’t tell them until you can schedule it within two days. Giving me all this time to think about it is not doing much for my nerves. All I do is sit around and worry about “what ifs” and it is taking a toll on me. If I make it to the 26th without having a heart attack from fear I will be glad when it is all over and I can get some semblance of a life back.

Well, I guess that is all I really have right now. I need to go worry myself into a tizzy again by reading about surgery mishaps!

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Romper, bomper, stomper boo.

January 25, 2008 · Posted in Reflections · 6 Comments 

Time for another trip down memory lane. This should be a short one, but you never know what might happen once I get going.

Anywho, I remember Romper Room very well. It was one of my regular shows when I was a preschooler and even into kindergarten, oh how I loathed kindergarten. Kissing tag, blech, but that is another post altogether. So I would sit and watch Romper Room each day with rapt attention. I had sent in my name a few times, I had even sent in some of my artwork, if you want to call stick people artwork. I waited patiently every time, waiting for her to say my name.

Then one day, it finally happened. “Romper, bomper, stomper boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me, do. Magic mirror, tell me today. Have all my friends had fun at play? I can see Jeff…” Boom, I disappeared. My mother had never seen me move so fast. I had ran behind the chair I was sitting in and refused to come out till she had stopped looking. See I was sick that day so I was still in my PJ’s, I really didn’t want her to see me like that. My mom still giggles about that to this day, my brother would like to chime in I am sure. But if he does I will remind him of his youthful fear of a certain MR. BILL!

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A poem 4 U

February 13, 2007 · Posted in Poetry · 3 Comments 

Be kind as it is fairly old and well, I never claimed to be a poet!

13th step

As I mount the thirteenth step,
and see the rope is swaying.
I reflect upon my wretched life,
and then I begin praying.

I glance upon the angry mob,
my blood begins run cold.
I feel their eyes tear thru my soul,
and lose my mental hold.

His hand upon the lever now,
I give up all my fear.
Now the floor it drops away,
the last thing that I hear.

I wrote this about 5 years ago. I used to write a lot of poems and songs. I very rarely share them anymore.

Did I mention that I used to have a band? I may have to talk about that someday too!

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