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.

Mondays Missives

• Although I've lost touch with him I had a good friend once who was from Nigeria. His first job in the US was sacking groceries, he should be through with medical school in about 1 year. Amazing. I told him once when we were talking about our dreams I wanted to run a roadside snake farm. He would write after he left for medical school and say"My friend, I wish you the best on your snake farm endeavour and look forward to visiting."
• I sometimes wonder what people think about me if they read my profile on here or what they may think they know about me from the pictures I post as much as the posts themselves.
• I think true respect for other peoples feelings, beliefs and rights are few and far between. If this is true, is that a recent development or have we always been that way?
• The best car I've ever owned was a 20 year old Mercedes. As I recall I invested about 5000 dollars in it and would have trusted it to go anywhere comfortably and safely. It was one of the best riding cars I've ever been in and would have driven it until the wheels fell off, the only thing that changed my mind about that was the cow that thought it would be cute to trot out in the road and stop in front of me on a dark night on a lonely back road.
• A good riding car that surprised me was the Chevy Avalanche I test drove once. Not enough could be said for how good it handled, the comfort, how well it was laid out etc. The only problem and it was a big problem was it was woefully underpowered, so much so it just seemed to lumber around when you pressed the accelerator. How could that happen in today's world? How could a computer model not identify that before it ever made it to production? Every single article I've read on the vehicle since has mentioned this as being a deal breaker of a problem.
• My dream car is still a Hummer and I'm sure I'll have one some day. Gasoline may be worth more than gold and I'll have to fight an army of mutants who drive home built battle wagons and ride around the desert swinging chains with grappling hooks over their head to get fuel for it- but, I'll have one.
• The baby has walking around playing his harmonica- for the past hour.
• My eyebrow has started to twitch.