Monday's Missives

Made me slow down and think.

• "I love music I play guitar,keyboard and I sing. Some drums. I draw animae and hate pukeing :D lol"


• From a blog profile. I'm with you on that one honey- I totally hate pukeing!


• "Bugarin's defense attorney says her client is a "get-things-done kind of woman" who recognized what she did was wrong." ap


• I guess so on both accounts: Bugarin is the woman from Cali. just sentenced for running multiple abortion clinics and practicing medicine without a license.


• There are few questions that can't be answered or situations that can't be solved with one carefully punctuated word: Jetpack!


• A little unsure? Try, Jetpack?


• While playing outside the baby and his sister he caught a pill bug. If he dropped it she would pick it up for him and if he thought she had it too long he would angrily scream,"My beetle!"


• If you or anyone in the government really believe the Mexican drug cartels are getting their weapons from quasi legal sources in the US you are all Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Don't really like throwing a semi personal gauntlet down like that but, the belief in that theory is crazy, completely politically motivated and an individual who believes it will literally believe anything.


• I personally know two people who have a misspelled tattoo.


• Yes, it changes how you perceive them.


• When I see one of those SLOW kids at play signs I always picture a bunch of doofus's staggering around, drooling, eating dirt and having balls hit them in the face while they say things like,"Deet da dee."
• Recent case was in a dump of a house in a bad neighborhood. My patient had a lot of friends who'd drop by unannounced and unknocked. As in a lot of those areas there was a conglomeration of apartments, houses converted into apartments and duplexes surrounding each other. The unit my patient lived in had at least 3 outside doors. I tried locking the doors. At least one acted locked from inside but, obviously not the outside. People would just appear in the house. As in literally- you look up and there's some crackhead staggering around outside the bedroom door saying towards the patient, " Hey cockaroach- wachoo doin? You better get on up outtta that bed!"
• With a long ago girl friend I lost a baby. It was a little, little baby- she was only a few weeks along. One night the girl got sick and went to the bathroom and the baby spontaneously aborted and was expelled into the toilet.
• I always think of the baby as a girl. Think of her often. Think of her as a sister to my children. Miss her.
• I'm not so sure what I think about all that.