Tumor benign. As expected, a "lipoma". Sore neck, but nothing to worry about.
I have, without a doubt, the coolest chiropracter in the world. Dr. Brad was the one who told me to get this lump checked out. I'd found it on my neck on the side where I'd been having the numbness and pain down the arm, and I thought it had been another stupid muscle knot. He told me to go get it checked at my Dr.
Dr. Nick told me to go see Dr. W, the surgeon, and the lump is now history, everything's over except for the ITCHING. So Dr. Brad, my chiropractor is the hero of the story - and ALL the Dr's and nurses were surprised he sent me to Dr. Nick.
But Wait! That's not all! (no, sorry, no Ginsu knives...)
Yesterday about an hour after I called for the results, I got a phone call here at work from Dr. Brad - asking how that lump turned out. HOW AWESOME IS THAT??? Especially since I got so flustered with all the pre-surgery arrangements that I totally blew off my last appointment with him? I just adore that man, even if his politics ARE screwy. *grin*
True progress continues on the home front with the next stage of Operation Livingroom Liberation well under way. We are clean-bombing the sofa and chairs, and expect to move on to the tabletops and the cedar chest within days. Our mission is clear - we must destroy the dustbunnies where they live, under the furniture, so that we don't have to destroy them in the middle of the dinnertable.
I anticipate the discovery of cat-toys of mass destruction at any moment. We know they exist, we know exactly (sort of) where they are. We will begin operations to locate and isolate these dread kitty toys and reduce their numbers significantly.
To further this mission, I will be deploying this weekend the Hoover steam-vac, a large and very powerful fighting machine that has been known to eliminate stains in most of its missions. Further updates when available.
Sent off for some seed catalogs. I'll not use them this year, but I will buy from one or two soon so that I can keep getting them. I like to look at them.
Have a scrumptious day -
689 days
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
March Madness
Ok, this has literally nothing to do with NCAA basketball. I think NCAA basketball is dumb. The shoes squeek. I can't stand to watch it because of the squeeky shoes.
No, this has to do with the weather, which is just wretched. It's cold and damp and overcast and rainy and windy and wretched. March, which came in like a rabid wildebeast is now rampaging around like a rhinoceros on LSD. How this can ever turn into a "goes out like a lamb" is beyond me, considering there's only 10 more days for it to go from Rhinoceros to alleged lamb.
Perhaps it will go out like a lamb OD'ing on crystal meth and Ex-lax.
In the meantime, my insidious evil plot to take over control of my livingroom from the cats has begun to show some signs of success. Moving the kitty litter barrel (I buy the big barrels rather than small pouches - cheaper) out of the livingroom and into the laundry area near their actual catbox commode has them sniffing around like I'd purchased new carpeting or something! New carpeting will not be purchased until the 2 felines go to the Catnippian Fields (or, if you prefer, "Kitty Heaven".) They've become a bit less able to make it to the kittybox 100% of the time, and seem to be puking more than ever, I suspect age-related, and so the carpet has to wait. No sense in replacing it now just to have the new stuff get stained.
I am seeing daffodils poking their hardy stems up out of the ground, however. This gives me hope that spring WILL, eventually, show up. Time to start thinking about what to put in the garden this year. If the peony doesn't show up again, I think I'll just take it as a hint from Mom Nature and forget about a peony plant. I should send off for some seed catalogs. Not that I'd be able to start anything from seed this late in the ordering season, but maybe I could get some ideas on what to pick up at the garden center. I wish I lived down near Peacechick Mary, because she can grow all kinds of stuff that doesn't work here, like hybiscuses and bouganvillia (which I think I just murdered the spelling on.)
I'm of the conclusion that this Alberto Gonzales/AG firing scandal has an awful lot of the White House-ians scared spitless. My guess is that the whole "offer" to have Rove and Miers and others "chat" with hand-picked congressional folks BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, WITH NO OATHS TAKEN OR TRANSCRIPTS MADE is to protect these folks from being Scootered when their perfidious perjury is outted. There are serious breaches of the law, breaches of constitutionality, and things have been done that are illegal, unethical and probably fattening too. My guess is that just lying to congress when not under oath is less of a crime than lying under oath - and with NO TRANSCRIPT the entire "faulty memory" thing that nailed the Scoot is still vaguely plausable.
Sorry. I'm with the Congress on this one - no deals, no special considerations. SUBPOENA NOW!!!!!!
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No, this has to do with the weather, which is just wretched. It's cold and damp and overcast and rainy and windy and wretched. March, which came in like a rabid wildebeast is now rampaging around like a rhinoceros on LSD. How this can ever turn into a "goes out like a lamb" is beyond me, considering there's only 10 more days for it to go from Rhinoceros to alleged lamb.
Perhaps it will go out like a lamb OD'ing on crystal meth and Ex-lax.
In the meantime, my insidious evil plot to take over control of my livingroom from the cats has begun to show some signs of success. Moving the kitty litter barrel (I buy the big barrels rather than small pouches - cheaper) out of the livingroom and into the laundry area near their actual catbox commode has them sniffing around like I'd purchased new carpeting or something! New carpeting will not be purchased until the 2 felines go to the Catnippian Fields (or, if you prefer, "Kitty Heaven".) They've become a bit less able to make it to the kittybox 100% of the time, and seem to be puking more than ever, I suspect age-related, and so the carpet has to wait. No sense in replacing it now just to have the new stuff get stained.
I am seeing daffodils poking their hardy stems up out of the ground, however. This gives me hope that spring WILL, eventually, show up. Time to start thinking about what to put in the garden this year. If the peony doesn't show up again, I think I'll just take it as a hint from Mom Nature and forget about a peony plant. I should send off for some seed catalogs. Not that I'd be able to start anything from seed this late in the ordering season, but maybe I could get some ideas on what to pick up at the garden center. I wish I lived down near Peacechick Mary, because she can grow all kinds of stuff that doesn't work here, like hybiscuses and bouganvillia (which I think I just murdered the spelling on.)
I'm of the conclusion that this Alberto Gonzales/AG firing scandal has an awful lot of the White House-ians scared spitless. My guess is that the whole "offer" to have Rove and Miers and others "chat" with hand-picked congressional folks BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, WITH NO OATHS TAKEN OR TRANSCRIPTS MADE is to protect these folks from being Scootered when their perfidious perjury is outted. There are serious breaches of the law, breaches of constitutionality, and things have been done that are illegal, unethical and probably fattening too. My guess is that just lying to congress when not under oath is less of a crime than lying under oath - and with NO TRANSCRIPT the entire "faulty memory" thing that nailed the Scoot is still vaguely plausable.
Sorry. I'm with the Congress on this one - no deals, no special considerations. SUBPOENA NOW!!!!!!
690 Days
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Progress! Peace!
Well, the 15 min. twice a day bit has done some wonders on the "fish quilt" - Almost time to roll it again. This is good. At this rate, I'll have it done soon and will be able to start in on the "LOUD Quilt". I'm pretty much settled on what the fish quilt will do - it looks so PERFECT against the pale blue walls of the sewing room, so I think it will live there as the bedspread on the trundle bed in there. The LOUD quilt may be just a "fold it up at the end of the bed in case it's too cold" one. It's about time for me to start thinking about making the repairs to Veggie 2 again also.
Peacechick Mary who has been an inspiration on my journey through the valley of the shadow of Bush's Atrocities, has found a way for us to stand up and be counted (and probably end up on some TSA "watch list" as Kvatch points out)
Thanks to John from Left in Aboite, I got to see some awesome pictures of the march in Washington DC this past weekend. John was there, as was Robert Rouse of "Left of Centrist". Robert's coverage includes one photo that I found so profoundly disturbing that I cannot but comment.
In this photo, a man, looking to be about my age, or perhaps a bit older, is holding up both the middle finger of his right hand, and a sign in his left hand that features a peace symbol over the word "Sucks". Peace sucks. Fuck you, peace sucks. This is what the people who believe in Christianity, in "Family Values", in "Compassionate Conservatism" think. This is what they want for our country - war, division, hatred, death.
They're wrong. 3200 dead wrong. 600,000+ dead wrong.
691 days. ITMFA
Peacechick Mary who has been an inspiration on my journey through the valley of the shadow of Bush's Atrocities, has found a way for us to stand up and be counted (and probably end up on some TSA "watch list" as Kvatch points out)
Thanks to John from Left in Aboite, I got to see some awesome pictures of the march in Washington DC this past weekend. John was there, as was Robert Rouse of "Left of Centrist". Robert's coverage includes one photo that I found so profoundly disturbing that I cannot but comment.
In this photo, a man, looking to be about my age, or perhaps a bit older, is holding up both the middle finger of his right hand, and a sign in his left hand that features a peace symbol over the word "Sucks". Peace sucks. Fuck you, peace sucks. This is what the people who believe in Christianity, in "Family Values", in "Compassionate Conservatism" think. This is what they want for our country - war, division, hatred, death.
They're wrong. 3200 dead wrong. 600,000+ dead wrong.
691 days. ITMFA
Monday, March 19, 2007
I ITCH
ITCH
ITCH
OMG ITCH
Yes, I know that means it's healing. Unfortunately, it's in an awkward spot, I reallly should NOT be scratching, and all that, and I know it but....
ITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
692 days. I better not itch that whole time!!
ITCH
OMG ITCH
Yes, I know that means it's healing. Unfortunately, it's in an awkward spot, I reallly should NOT be scratching, and all that, and I know it but....
ITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
692 days. I better not itch that whole time!!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Bye Bye Lump
Well, I survived it. Interestingly enough, I was awake and aware the whole time. I thought I'd have been in and out of it, but I remember a lot. I remember joking with the staff, telling my surgeon not to sneeze, and asking, and getting, to see the tumor when they took it out. I was right, it was about the size of a peeled hard-boiled egg.
I'm supposed to be having discomfort, but I really don't feel any pain at all. Perhaps a bit of numb tingling and pulling, but that's about it. I'm not doing any calesthentics, however, just taking it easy and napping.
They tell me I can call in 2 days for pathology results. I'm hoping that's all just formality - they seemed fair convinced it was the "lipoma" - a fatty tumor - that they'd said it would be, and that it's all out now. My back neck doesn't feel lumpy there anymore so that's a good thing.
The surgeon did say that it MIGHT need to be drained out if the empty space left by the tumor fills with water/liquid, but maybe not. I'm just glad it's all over.
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I'm supposed to be having discomfort, but I really don't feel any pain at all. Perhaps a bit of numb tingling and pulling, but that's about it. I'm not doing any calesthentics, however, just taking it easy and napping.
They tell me I can call in 2 days for pathology results. I'm hoping that's all just formality - they seemed fair convinced it was the "lipoma" - a fatty tumor - that they'd said it would be, and that it's all out now. My back neck doesn't feel lumpy there anymore so that's a good thing.
The surgeon did say that it MIGHT need to be drained out if the empty space left by the tumor fills with water/liquid, but maybe not. I'm just glad it's all over.
695 Days
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Jesus made me drop my cake!
So I'm reading a "Women's Magazine" - you've seen the type, I'm sure. The covers almost inevitably show a slender woman holding up a pair of oversized jeans with lurid headlines plastered over them "I lost 250 lbs. in 20 minutes and so can YOU!!!" - but once one actually goes in to look at the magazine, one realizes that it's a melange of the absurd:
Page 1-5, How to clean your house in 10 minutes without breaking a sweat
Page 6-8, My diet and why it works.
Page 9 The world's most decadent Quadruple Chocolate Cake Recipe
Page 10-12 My husband, the man of my dreams (BARF!!!)
Page 13-18 COVER STORY - HOW I LOST 250 LBS IN 20 MINUTES AND YOU CAN TOO!!!
Page 19-36 Creme Puffs, Boston Creme Pie and Eclairs in a jiffy!!!
Page 37-42 Filet Mignon on a budget
Anyhow - sometimes I like to read them, just to try and get in touch with my (PUKE) Feminine Side.
This one had the obligatory "watch me fit in one leg of my former jeans" photo on the front, so I figured there must be some awesome recipies inside. I do, however, force myself to read the amazing diet stories, because otherwise it would be more of a wasteful expense than I care to admit.
Now, this story covered 4 women. 3 of them lost large amounts of weight, but over sensible amounts of time - 53 lbs over 18 months, for instance. But one just absolutely amazed me - she claimed to have lost 102 lbs. in just EIGHT MONTHS!!
Fascinating... as Spock would say.
So for lunch today, I read her story. I almost started to cry I was laughing so hard. She gained a few pounds after her baby, so she resorted to Fen-phen. But then she broke down and WEPT because she heard how hard it was on the body and that it could cause heart damage. So she went to her Doctor to get a SAFE weight-loss pill.
Ok... hold the presses. She doesn't really want to WORK to lose her baby-fat, she just wants a miracle drug. Right. Ok. Onward.
Instead of prescribing more drugs for our tubby little missy, the good Dr. sends her to this weight-loss "Workshop". In exceptionally TEENY TINY type, the article mentions that this is a "Faith Based Program". RED FLAG!!! RED FLAG!!!!
She came home from the meeting and went to finish frosting a cake she had baked. She wanted some cake. Oh how she wanted some cake. She'd been looking forward to cake all day, and now, there it was, a lovely, frosted cake...
SHE DROPPED TO HER KNEES... and begged Jesus to help her resist the cake. INSTANTLY she felt better. She KNEW she could resist the temptation. She went to move the cake to a less accessible countertop. As she lifted the cake - she dropped the whole thing on the floor. OH PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!! JESUS MADE ME DROP THE CAKE!!!
I threw up about this time, so I'm not real sure how it ended. I'm seriously thinking of writing to the editor and complaining about fake stories.
Page 1-5, How to clean your house in 10 minutes without breaking a sweat
Page 6-8, My diet and why it works.
Page 9 The world's most decadent Quadruple Chocolate Cake Recipe
Page 10-12 My husband, the man of my dreams (BARF!!!)
Page 13-18 COVER STORY - HOW I LOST 250 LBS IN 20 MINUTES AND YOU CAN TOO!!!
Page 19-36 Creme Puffs, Boston Creme Pie and Eclairs in a jiffy!!!
Page 37-42 Filet Mignon on a budget
Anyhow - sometimes I like to read them, just to try and get in touch with my (PUKE) Feminine Side.
This one had the obligatory "watch me fit in one leg of my former jeans" photo on the front, so I figured there must be some awesome recipies inside. I do, however, force myself to read the amazing diet stories, because otherwise it would be more of a wasteful expense than I care to admit.
Now, this story covered 4 women. 3 of them lost large amounts of weight, but over sensible amounts of time - 53 lbs over 18 months, for instance. But one just absolutely amazed me - she claimed to have lost 102 lbs. in just EIGHT MONTHS!!
Fascinating... as Spock would say.
So for lunch today, I read her story. I almost started to cry I was laughing so hard. She gained a few pounds after her baby, so she resorted to Fen-phen. But then she broke down and WEPT because she heard how hard it was on the body and that it could cause heart damage. So she went to her Doctor to get a SAFE weight-loss pill.
Ok... hold the presses. She doesn't really want to WORK to lose her baby-fat, she just wants a miracle drug. Right. Ok. Onward.
Instead of prescribing more drugs for our tubby little missy, the good Dr. sends her to this weight-loss "Workshop". In exceptionally TEENY TINY type, the article mentions that this is a "Faith Based Program". RED FLAG!!! RED FLAG!!!!
She came home from the meeting and went to finish frosting a cake she had baked. She wanted some cake. Oh how she wanted some cake. She'd been looking forward to cake all day, and now, there it was, a lovely, frosted cake...
SHE DROPPED TO HER KNEES... and begged Jesus to help her resist the cake. INSTANTLY she felt better. She KNEW she could resist the temptation. She went to move the cake to a less accessible countertop. As she lifted the cake - she dropped the whole thing on the floor. OH PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!! JESUS MADE ME DROP THE CAKE!!!
I threw up about this time, so I'm not real sure how it ended. I'm seriously thinking of writing to the editor and complaining about fake stories.
Bandages
Many years ago I saw a cartoon in the Reader's Digest.
The picture was of a nurse, holding a guy's hairy arm with a bandage on it. The caption read "Should I take it off in one agonizing rip, or a series of excruciating jerks?"
I, myself, am of the "one agonizing rip" team. Get it over with. Soonest done, soonest mended.
I am beginning to see why I can never again be a Republican or a Conservative. GWB has shown that he's on the opposite team. He's inflicting a series of excruciating jerks on us. Good Job, Gonzie!!
696 days
The picture was of a nurse, holding a guy's hairy arm with a bandage on it. The caption read "Should I take it off in one agonizing rip, or a series of excruciating jerks?"
I, myself, am of the "one agonizing rip" team. Get it over with. Soonest done, soonest mended.
I am beginning to see why I can never again be a Republican or a Conservative. GWB has shown that he's on the opposite team. He's inflicting a series of excruciating jerks on us. Good Job, Gonzie!!
696 days
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Testing 1, 2, 3...
Bleah. After work today I have to stop at the clinic and get some "pre-procedure testing" done. Chest X-Ray, blood test, EKG
Bah.
Like I need to be bombarded by any more radiation, TYVM. And we already know my heartbeat is wonky, and you've GOT a printout of that. This not to mention the fact that I am one of the world's most DIFFICULT blood draws. My veins move, wiggle, disappear into muscles, roll, bounce - do anything at all to avoid being poked by a needle. Not to say I blame them, actually.
The thing that is the biggest PITA is that this really isn't all that necessary. It's a simple "lumpectomy" - excision of a neck lipoma, according to the surgeon. All this fol-de-rol is CYA for the hospital. Fucking bastards.
697 days
Bah.
Like I need to be bombarded by any more radiation, TYVM. And we already know my heartbeat is wonky, and you've GOT a printout of that. This not to mention the fact that I am one of the world's most DIFFICULT blood draws. My veins move, wiggle, disappear into muscles, roll, bounce - do anything at all to avoid being poked by a needle. Not to say I blame them, actually.
The thing that is the biggest PITA is that this really isn't all that necessary. It's a simple "lumpectomy" - excision of a neck lipoma, according to the surgeon. All this fol-de-rol is CYA for the hospital. Fucking bastards.
697 days
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Quote of the Day
Shamelessly stolen from someone on gather.com.
"I especially hate the anti-marijuana commercials that say if you smoke pot you support terrorism. Apparently, the guy down the street from me in high school with the hydroponics unit in his closet was a terrorist. I didn't know terrorists ate so many cheetos. You would think the government would be able to spot them then by their orange dusty hands."
698 days
"I especially hate the anti-marijuana commercials that say if you smoke pot you support terrorism. Apparently, the guy down the street from me in high school with the hydroponics unit in his closet was a terrorist. I didn't know terrorists ate so many cheetos. You would think the government would be able to spot them then by their orange dusty hands."
698 days
Monday, March 12, 2007
Burble Burble
Yeah, I know, it's a lousy title, but this is gonna meander all over the place so why try and typecast it?
Saturday was a total blast. Went to a sewing seminar where they showed us how to make our own "this fits ME" patterns. First thing we did was duct-tape each other into a t-shirt. You put on an old or new-but-unloved t-shirt, then you get wrapped up in duct tape so it fits your body snugly. After you're all wrapped up like a little silvery mummy, they cut you out of the shirt and voila! you have a perfect little silver "you" to make a pattern from. Easier than chopping off body parts, and no math.
Learned how to make cartridge pleats - ok - I was SUPPOSED to learn how to make cartridge pleats, but I think I'm still confused, but the gal who gave the seminar left her e-mail address, so I suppose I can just fire off an e-mail and ask questions. I'm clear on the first part, but after that it becomes a bit hazy for me and I'm not sure how exactly everything gets attached to the bodice without leaving big gapes for the breeze to waft through. I must have missed something.
Anyhow - it went on from 11 a.m. until after 7pm and it was a blast. Totally a hen party, and I've not been to one of those in years and years. Amazing how a bunch of women who have never met before are able to bond and find commonality within minutes in a sewing environment.
I've been hearing Sammy Davis Jr. in my mind for the last 48 hours. "I gotta be me... I gotta be me...". Never all that fond of the song, but it's stuck in my head for some reason. I suspect there actually IS a reason, and I've been doing some meditating on it and have come to some conclusions. Again the impetus appears to be my 3rd cousin Lois - interesting. She was the one who prompted my week-long introspection on my adoption-baby status back when I was in high school. And that's really why I need to do some meditating. Too coincidental to be coincidence.
Wednesday I'm going in after work and having some tests taken - blood test, EKG, and a chest x-ray. This is because on Friday I have surgery scheduled to remove a lipoma from my neck which is irritating the snot out of me. It doesn't hurt - it's just like as if someone had taped a tennis-ball to the back of my neck. Every time I lean back in my chair or lay on my back in bed or something, I feel pressure and it's annoying. It's a bit bigger than the size of an egg. Dr. and Surgeon both say 99.9999% guaranteed benign.
I don't ever remember having to have all this crap before for surgery, however. The gall-bladder one was from the ER to the OR with barely a step between, but the "female" one was scheduled and all, and I just do not remember there being all this much hoo-hah over it. *shrug* Maybe just the times they are a changing and stuff. I just wanna get it over with, so I can start all the fun of dealing with the collections departments of all the stupid medical services.
So I thought I'd give myself a break from politics, but then I saw where Deadeye Cheney was crying in his beer again that if Congress didn't write GWB a blank check for Iraq it would "undermine the troops". Someone please just ram a dirty gym sock down his throat, eh? please.
Every time he opens his mouth, GWB destroys our military even more. By the time those 2 bloodthirsty bastards are out of office, we won't HAVE a military left. Only a lot of used hardware with nobody trained to use it.
Unless they reinstate the draft.
Which would - I believe - be a good thing for Peace. If you don't understand that, you might want to read this because it explains my entire whacked-out theory.
May I just say here that the whole "compose / edit html" options thing in Blogger sucks rancid pork belly juices? Thank you.
Ok, back to work.
699 days
Saturday was a total blast. Went to a sewing seminar where they showed us how to make our own "this fits ME" patterns. First thing we did was duct-tape each other into a t-shirt. You put on an old or new-but-unloved t-shirt, then you get wrapped up in duct tape so it fits your body snugly. After you're all wrapped up like a little silvery mummy, they cut you out of the shirt and voila! you have a perfect little silver "you" to make a pattern from. Easier than chopping off body parts, and no math.
Learned how to make cartridge pleats - ok - I was SUPPOSED to learn how to make cartridge pleats, but I think I'm still confused, but the gal who gave the seminar left her e-mail address, so I suppose I can just fire off an e-mail and ask questions. I'm clear on the first part, but after that it becomes a bit hazy for me and I'm not sure how exactly everything gets attached to the bodice without leaving big gapes for the breeze to waft through. I must have missed something.
Anyhow - it went on from 11 a.m. until after 7pm and it was a blast. Totally a hen party, and I've not been to one of those in years and years. Amazing how a bunch of women who have never met before are able to bond and find commonality within minutes in a sewing environment.
I've been hearing Sammy Davis Jr. in my mind for the last 48 hours. "I gotta be me... I gotta be me...". Never all that fond of the song, but it's stuck in my head for some reason. I suspect there actually IS a reason, and I've been doing some meditating on it and have come to some conclusions. Again the impetus appears to be my 3rd cousin Lois - interesting. She was the one who prompted my week-long introspection on my adoption-baby status back when I was in high school. And that's really why I need to do some meditating. Too coincidental to be coincidence.
Wednesday I'm going in after work and having some tests taken - blood test, EKG, and a chest x-ray. This is because on Friday I have surgery scheduled to remove a lipoma from my neck which is irritating the snot out of me. It doesn't hurt - it's just like as if someone had taped a tennis-ball to the back of my neck. Every time I lean back in my chair or lay on my back in bed or something, I feel pressure and it's annoying. It's a bit bigger than the size of an egg. Dr. and Surgeon both say 99.9999% guaranteed benign.
I don't ever remember having to have all this crap before for surgery, however. The gall-bladder one was from the ER to the OR with barely a step between, but the "female" one was scheduled and all, and I just do not remember there being all this much hoo-hah over it. *shrug* Maybe just the times they are a changing and stuff. I just wanna get it over with, so I can start all the fun of dealing with the collections departments of all the stupid medical services.
So I thought I'd give myself a break from politics, but then I saw where Deadeye Cheney was crying in his beer again that if Congress didn't write GWB a blank check for Iraq it would "undermine the troops". Someone please just ram a dirty gym sock down his throat, eh? please.
Every time he opens his mouth, GWB destroys our military even more. By the time those 2 bloodthirsty bastards are out of office, we won't HAVE a military left. Only a lot of used hardware with nobody trained to use it.
Unless they reinstate the draft.
Which would - I believe - be a good thing for Peace. If you don't understand that, you might want to read this because it explains my entire whacked-out theory.
May I just say here that the whole "compose / edit html" options thing in Blogger sucks rancid pork belly juices? Thank you.
Ok, back to work.
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