Frankly, My Dear…

Today’s visit to the eye clinic was shorter than usual.  They wanted to do some lazer on my left eye but I’ll need a driver with me, so that was put off for a couple of weeks. I was told that it wouldn’t be as bad as the first lazer I had–I sure hope not!  It makes me nervous to have them fool with the eye that I more or less depend on, but she said it has fluid (veins leaking blood) inside that is causing swelling and it won’t get better on it’s own! Damnation! Caught between a rock and a hard place!

They took pictures of both eyes with the computer and she showed me the difference between those and the ones made in Nov. I could only tell because she pointed them out. They look nothing like eyes–more like flat graphs! It is amazing what science can do! You look at a blinking light while another goes corner to corner and takes a picture of what’s going on inside your eye! And then it prints them out in a very colorful graph. The shot is suppose to still be good for a couple of months yet. Thank goodness for that! I felt like I could see alittle better on the way home. Might’ve been the cloudy day.

I got to stop using the 3 different kinds of drops I’ve been using daily since the surgery in Aug. My nose and forehead had been hurting and I felt like it was from the drops. One was to dialate my eye (2x a day), a steroid about every hour and another 4x a day. I looked one of them up on the internet and it said some side effects were headaches, pain in the eye, dizziness and other things. I’m just glad to leave them off!

I’ll have to gear myself up for the lazer and pray that it does its job! That or look for a seeing-eye dog! (I hope that’s a joke!)

And it didn’t even include the eye clinic! That comes tomorrow!

I got a ticket Thanksgiving week-end and meant to pay it before it was due. Oh yeah, there were 5 Hoover cop cars at the Shell Station at hwy 280 and 119. But they weren’t out just to write tickets–oh no! I thought the ticket was due on the 31st and I knew I’d have to go to the bank because you can’t write a check at the police station. I got it out today and looked and it said the 29th, as in yesterday! I went by the bank and went by there and was told since I’d missed the court date, the judge had issued a warrant for me!! Then it got better–I could pay $100 to have the warrant removed and then pay the ticket which is another $100! Trust me, it took ALL I had to stay composed! Because I missed it half a day ago–not a few days or a week–a bloody half a day!

You don’t want to know what kind of thoughts I was having!!

It’s very dark out here with few street lights and I have to be very careful. I have missed the turn for our street a few times (blinded by car lights)  since the eye problem and have almost missed the road and ended up on the shoulder a couple of times. It’s a pretty high traffic area, so it makes me nervous. I put my turn signal on so as to give the people behind me plenty of notice–it’s a favorite place for wrecks. But you know, some people can’t stand the stillness for 2 or 3 minutes while you turn! There’s usually traffic coming the other way, too! So tonight, when I turned,  the JERK behind me felt the need to blow his car horn and I returned the favor! He’s lucky I didn’t chase him down! heh

It’s just been a lovely day–after looking thru the paper for rentals and worrying about that and worrying about my eye, etc! I need to go s-c-r-e-a-m!

Later:

I went to get some food and just as I was getting back to where I turn, I started seeing a blinking red light and realized some nitwit was on a bike! Bad enough in the datyime–but at night?! Somebody has a death wish!

  This is one of my favorite looks for Tom! Today is his birthday and also the day I started this blog–one year ago. Time flies. (The outside pic is being difficult, so I’m just going to leave it!)

Thanks to Basil for his patience and help—you have no idea! Thanks to the small group of readers who come by on a somewhat regular schedule! I hope you continue to come around!

Twenty-five years ago at the age of 69, 22 days after he coached his last football game, Paul “Bear” Bryant had a heart attack. I hope they were stocked up on Golden Flake potato chips and  Coca-cola by the time he got to heaven!

Hard to believe that’s a wedding cake, isn’t it?!

My question would be why on earth would you want a cake like that? The baker did a great job but it’s alittle creepy to me!

 A man packs for a trip. His wife takes him to the airport, waves good-bye, and goes home. She can’t find her 10 mo old kitten anywhere! She tears the bathroom floor out looking and papers the neighborhood with lost cat flyers.

Meanwhile, a man who has the wrong suitcase, opens it and sees a kitten run under the bed in the hotel. He gets close enough to see a collar with a phone number and talks to the crying owner.

Luggage is exchanged and after an $80 ticket is bought the kitten doesn’t have to go back through x-ray and safely returns home.

I have questions!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080123/ap_on_fe_st/odd_missing_cat

Today, I have withdrawn my candidacy for president of the United States. I hope that my country and my party have benefited from our having made this effort,” Thompson said in a statement.

By Brad Curtis

Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
The wind and snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
 From the sound of that ignition,
He knew it wouldn’t start.

Jake did what most of us
Would do if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for the last time,
He softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked -
It looked just like Wyoming!

Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter.
(Now, this line ain’t needed
But it helps with rhyme and meter)

So they set and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping’ score -
In Heaven time is free.

“I’ve always heard,” Jake said to Pete,
“That God will answer prayer,
But one time I asked for help,
Well, he just plain wasn’t there.”

“Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don’t seem exactly square -
I know all men are brothers.”

“Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it’s the time of day,
The weather or the season.”

“Now I ain’t trying to act smart,
It’s just the way I feel.
And I was wondering’, could you tell me –
What the heck’s the deal?”

Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, “So, you’re the one!!”

“That day your truck, it wouldn’t start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.”

“A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake, we hadn’t heard
 From you in quite a long while.”

“And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain’t got no quota,
He didn’t recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota.”

BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!

Just a gentle reminder from a cowboy…….

  A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She       lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below.    She shouted to him, ‘Excuse me,   can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an  hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.’

      The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, ‘You’re in     a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground,       elevation of 2,346 feet above   sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north  latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.’
 

      She rolled her eyes and said, ‘You must be a Republican.’
 
    ‘I am,’ replied the man. ‘How did you know?’
 
     ‘Well,’ answered the balloonist, ‘everything you told me  is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with  your information, and I’m still   lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.’

    The man smiled and; respond ed, ‘You must be a Democrat.’
       

   ’I am,’ replied the balloonist. ‘How did you know?’    ‘Well,’ said the man, ‘you don’t know where you are or       where you’re going. You’ve risen to where you are due to a       large quantity of hot air. You made a  promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect  me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same  position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it’s my fault.’