It's taken me half a century, but I finally like the body I'm in (although I'd prefer to have my pre-2004 knee, shoulder, and elbow returned to me, please -- just send it through the time portal). When I stand in front of our bathroom mirror after a shower, I can see the abs muscles on the side and they work exactly as I wish they had about 5 years ago. If I'd just stop eating junk food, the abs would be flat as a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader's abs.
Suffice to say that yesterday's Pilate
Fencing Goals: Find "that shirtless guy with the neon green argyle socks" pulling a gunthur at the temple open. There is a girl out there who really wants your number and I suggest you find her soon because myspace has you listed as their #1 famous fencer person...and it'll just get better.
Maybe a homeless person died from deliberate food poisoning from one of the millions of baked goods that are thrown in dumpsters after closing every night, but I think non-canned foods should be
Well, I got a call from Barrow last night and the message was that I am being referred over to another Dr in the group (the one who found the worm in the woman's brain in PHX last week.)
The funny thing is he is the guy who was supposed to have placed my stents three years ago and went on vacation the day I got there so someone else did it and of course "The Master" did my craniotomy. I only have a couple of more associates to hit in the group and have plenty of brain with which they
Since it's public knowledge, I can state that work has been interesting lately (in the Chinese curse kind of way) due to this requirement that no employee can insert a jump drive into one of our computers. It's not a hardware problem; it's a security problem.
And now we're working on procedures to transfer data without using jump drives.
Hint: If you're looking for a stock investment, maybe a company that sells blank CDs and DVDs would be a good investment.
Can you believe it? Friday marks three years from my stroke and then another week after that marks three years from the placement of the stents. You have been listening to me whine about my condition for three whole years and never stopped supporting me. (It just seems like 10 years)
You lot have been unflagging in your support to me and never let me get to far in the hole, and I was pretty deep.
In my heart of hearts I just want to be how I was. I have blimped up, I continue