Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Stella-Dog the Great Protector...
Much to my irritation.
(sigh)
~~~
xoabb
here birdie birdie!
Saturday, January 02, 2010
A Palindromic Kind of Day!
Dogma: I am God
Never odd or even
Too bad – I hid a boot
Rats live on no evil star
No trace; not one carton
Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?
Murder for a jar of red rum
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
A Toyota! Race fast... safe car: a Toyota
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Some men interpret nine memos
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Dennis sinned
Labels: PALINDROME DAY
Friday, January 01, 2010
I Am The Walrus
~~~
xoabb
coo coo cachoo!*
*Just looked up the correct spelling for, as I spelled it above, ~coo coo cachoo~
It's actually ~goo goo g' joob~
Go figure!
Labels: The New Year
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
"A Candle in the Wind"

Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Winter Light
Well, it's turned out to be pretty much an awful month of December for a lot of the good folks I know and love. Deaths, major illnesses, loss of jobs, major operations, you name it, it's happened this past month.
forward to this month - and year - ending.
Hope springs eternal for 2010.
Ok! I'm now done being morose and am off to find
~my happy place~.
~~~
xoabb
expecting only goodnesss for the people she
loves this coming 2010!
Labels: sentiment, The New Year, winter
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
View from the 7th Floor
Our view for two days.
The Care? Beyond the norm.
Norwalk Hospital.
~
Let's see....tho GB had been to many doctors and had had many MRI's, EMG's and other tests, no one ever caught on to what was really going on. It was only after GB was sent to physical therapy that someone finally started getting to the bottom of what was truly happening to him. After GB's second session, his physical therapist, Vlad (thank you, you wonderful man!) said to GB - "You need to see a neurologist." I asked GB what that meant, and his reply was Vlad said something weird was happening to his right hand. Of course, I had to call Vlad and ask him what the hell he meant by that. He told me that what he was seeing in GB's hand was stroke-like behavior, though he wasn't saying it was a stroke. Um...that scared the hell out of me.
After a lot lot lot more BS, GB was finally sent to a Neurologist (Daryl Singer - can't sing his praises loud enough - he's the best!). And after some tests he did, he immediately sent us to a Neurosurgeon (Javed Shahid - a total and complete life-saver).
Bottom line, my GB won't require a wheel chair for the rest of his life. He might not ever be 100%, but, by golly, he'll have quality, and a good chance his golf game will get back to a single digit handicap.
Tho they'll never see this,
Blessings to Vlad, Singer & Shahid
My GB has a mobile future because of the 3 of you...
~~~
xoabb
thankfulness abounds








