Another day of a trucker in NYC!
Most of you know I’m an old truck driver. Been doing it for many years. I’ve been to every major and minor city in the USA. I would loved to have been able to drive on the rest of the worlds more challenging roads just for kicks! I have seen every kind of backing or turning challenge there could be and this is a story I think some of you might like!
I delivered in NYC and was making a really tight right with cars parked all the way to the stop signs on all four corners. The streets were 2 lanes only with cars parked on the sides as usual in Manhattans lower east side mixed residential business areas.
I had slid the tandems and the 5th wheel all the way forward and the unit was as short as I could get that 379 Pete with the 340” wheel base and 48' trailer and still had to do that right. I had a few cops there that made cars go back and I backed up and then got on the left side of my street and was making the turn and was real close to the car on the opposite corner that was parked illegally under the stop sign.
At the same time, my trailer tandems are sliding to the rear (I leave them unlocked in these circumstances so I don’t have to jump out and run back and pull the lock. This way when I pull the “trolley or hand brake) The tandems are already loose and when they slide to the back there is no tail swing which can eat the side out of a car. They were sliding making a loud clacking noise as one of the locking pins was hitting the holes in the rail as it slid past them. Needless to say I was getting a lot of attention. OH! Before you ask I had to go on this route to get to a building that was being remolded and I had 3 fire proof doors in that large trailer!
This woman came running out of a store screaming at me in some language I could not understand waving her arms and jumping up and down having the conniption fit of the century! I sweat I thought she was going to have a freaking heart attack!
I had the left side of the tractor next to her car about 2" from her mirror and the trailer was OVER her hood! The cops were standing there actually passing money on the bet which was a 2 way bet of weather I broke her windshield or didn’t make the turn which I got in by yelling at them to put $20 on the bet on me. This is when it got funny as hell!
The crowd that had been standing there watching started to laugh as I kept making my turn. The woman is still screaming and was now in the face of one of the cops still waving her arms like a dodo trying to take flight, the front left corner of the trailer got about an inch from her windshield and the cops were leaning over the hood watching this and elbowing each other but I made the turn, slid the tandems back to the front, got out and collected my $60 in winnings locked the tandems in place and watched the cops write the woman a parking ticket!
Hey! I love driving in NYC! The pay is good. I get to meet great people and scare the crap out of them!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Bird watching in the Burbs! An experence of life!
It has been an interesting week in the suburbs of Springfield!
Tuesday I was talking with my neighbor in her driveway directly across the street from my house when our resident Broad Winged Hawk started his noisy "this is my territory" screaming as he flew to one of his perches. About 30 seconds later another hawk flew across the top of my house away from him and then into the trees surrounding my neighbors house across the other street.
Ok to make this clear: My house is on a corner lot It's a T intersection/corner and the streets run N-S and E-W. This town is a perfect N,S,E,W grid pattern! My house is on the N-S street (NE corner) facing due west and my lady neighbor.
The 2nd hawk flew from north to south over my house and then over Mikes house into the trees behind him. Mike lives across the street from me to the south! Phyllis another neighbor is to my SW.
Anyway, Lucrisha (neighbor to the west) and I were facing my house or east and I see something heading towards up and as I look up a male Broad Winged Hawk lands on the top of the power pole next to the street corner (SW corner) and as we are looking up at him a distance of about 30' here comes another BW Hark and lands next to him and it's a female! The are cooing to each other and the Resident BW Hawk is screaming like crazy and these two look towards him and scream at him for about a minute then fly over Phyllis's house and land in a tree there then keep heading to the south and landing and looking around until out of sight!
That it was beyond "way cool" to us that they landed on that pole was just a fantastic Kodak moment with no freaking camera!
The rest of the week was hawks screaming and all the usual birds at the feeder!
Today I add another notch to the binoculars!
I changed the filters in the AC/Heater unit and as I hobbled out to the trash can (SW corner by the car port) I heard this loud Keening Kec Kec Kec that sounded almost familiar and as I turned towards where it came from and leaned to look around the corner of the house and roof a large bird flew over me and I mean almost directly over me at about 10' up! It landed in the tree in my front yard. I have no idea after 12 years living here what kind it is but that it grows like a bush but not higher than 15-20' high. It's also just west of the front yard bird feeder that is empty but one of the resident Cardinals was sitting in it at the moment and freaked when this big bird landed and as it turned towards me I see that it is a Peregrine Falcon! The slate grey/blue of the back and wing tops and the face with the beautiful side burns was all I needed for the ID!
It then started to chase the cardinal around the tree a few times and then the cardinal made a break for it and flew towards me with that falcon dead on it's tail and I'm thinking good bye Mr. Cardinal but ole Mr. Cardinal does a hard U Turn and flies right past that falcon through the tree and then NW into Lucrishas honeysuckle vines and to safety as that falcon was not going to get dinner out of that jungle of vines and he flew into the top of her fur tree and that was the last I saw of him!
That is until about an hour ago as I saw him out my back porch door (east) in my dying elm tree and I went to get Barbara and the binoculars but he was gone when I got back! I grabbed my sweater and cane and out the carport door I go and I stand there for almost 30 minutes just searching and here he comes!
A note to those who do not watch birds of prey. A Peregrine Falcon can almost be mistaken for a pigeon when they fly in wooded areas. They are about the size of a crow but at distance you watch for flying characteristics. I see what I think is a pigeon but I keep watching him until it lands in a tree to my west about 125 yards away and 60' high. I watch it through the binoculars 7x50 old WWII built and they reach out and touch as if you are looking at something a few feet away, and yes it's the falcon! I get maybe 1 minute of watching it when a small bird lands close by it, looks at it for about 5 seconds then starts to harass it as birds do especially when it's the beginning of "find a mate" month! He flies at that falcon and the falcon turns around to watch it and when the bird with a big brass pair flies at it again (how I have NO idea with all that weight weighing it down!) the falcon says "LUNCH TIME" and they fly off to the south and that's the last I saw of them!
If you see a falcon more than 2 times in a day at this close of a range it is setting up house in the area! The Peregrine had died or been killed off in this area from the use of DDT and someone from the state instituted a release program and turned a pair loose here I think about 10 years ago. I have over the years been watching and I believe we have maybe 5 breeding pairs in the area now.
But to get to see what I saw this week was great as my birds of prey watching which I got to do a lot of while driving over the years and across America and my regular birding of the smaller birds has fallen to whats local as I don't get to drive any more except the car around town.
I thank God and Mother Nature for the shows this week!he other street.
Ok to make this clear: My house is on a corner lot It's a T intersection/corner and the streets run N-S and E-W. This town is a perfect NSEW grid pattern! My house is on the N-S street (NE corner) facing due west and my lady neighbor.
The 2nd hawk flew from north to south over my house and then over Mikes house into the trees behind him. Mike lives across the street from me to the south! Phyllis another neighbor is to my SW.
Anyway, Lucrisha (neighbor to the west) and I were facing my house or east and I see something heading towards up and as I look up a male Broad Winged Hawk lands on the top of the power pole next to the street corner (SW corner) and as we are looking up at him a distance of about 30' here comes another BW Hark and lands next to him and it's a female! The are cooing to each other and the Resident BW Hawk is screaming like crazy and these two look towards him and scream at him for about a minute then fly over Phyllis's house and land in a tree there then keep heading to the south and landing and looking around until out of sight!
That it was beyond "way cool" to us that they landed on that pole was just a fantastic Kodak moment with no freaking camera!
The rest of the week was hawks screaming and all the usual birds at the feeder!
Today I add another notch to the binoculars!
I changed the filters in the AC/Heater unit and as I hobbled out to the trash can (SW corner by the car port) I heard this loud Keening Kec Kec Kec that sounded almost familiar and as I turned towards where it came from and leaned to look around the corner of the house and roof a large bird flew over me and I mean almost directly over me at about 10' up! It landed in the tree in my front yard. I have no idea after 12 years living here what kind it is but that it grows like a bush but not higher than 15-20' high. It's also just west of the front yard bird feeder that is empty but one of the resident Cardinals was sitting in it at the moment and freaked when this big bird landed and as it turned towards me I see that it is a Peregrine Falcon! The slate grey/blue of the back and wing tops and the face with the beautiful side burns was all I needed for the ID!
It then started to chase the cardinal around the tree a few times and then the cardinal made a break for it and flew towards me with that falcon dead on it's tail and I'm thinking good bye Mr. Cardinal but ole Mr. Cardinal does a hard U Turn and flies right past that falcon through the tree and then NW into Lucrishas honeysuckle vines and to safety as that falcon was not going to get dinner out of that jungle of vines and he flew into the top of her fur tree and that was the last I saw of him!
That is until about an hour ago as I saw him out my back porch door (east) in my dying elm tree and I went to get Barbara and the binoculars but he was gone when I got back! I grabbed my sweater and cane and out the carport door I go and I stand there for almost 30 minutes just searching and here he comes!
A note to those who do not watch birds of prey. A Peregrine Falcon can almost be mistaken for a pigeon when they fly in wooded areas. They are about the size of a crow but at distance you watch for flying characteristics. I see what I think is a pigeon but I keep watching him until it lands in a tree to my west about 125 yards away and 60' high. I watch it through the binoculars an old 7x50 WWII built for the Navy and these things reach out and touch as if you are looking at something a few feet away, and yes it's the falcon! I get maybe 1 minute of watching it when a small bird lands close by it, looks at it for about 5 seconds then starts to harass it as birds do especially when it's the beginning of "find a mate" month! He flies at that falcon and the falcon turns around to watch it and when the bird with a big brass pair flies at it again (how I have NO idea with all that weight weighing it down!) the falcon says "LUNCH TIME" and they fly off to the south and that's the last I saw of them!
If you see a falcon more than 2 times in a day at this close of a range it is setting up house in the area! The Peregrine had died or been killed off in this area from the use of DDT and someone from the state instituted a release program and turned a pair loose here I think about 10 years ago. I have over the years been watching and I believe we have maybe 5 breeding pairs in the area now.
But to get to see what I saw this week was great as my birds of prey watching which I got to do a lot of while driving over the years and across America and my regular birding of the smaller birds has fallen to whats local as I don't get to drive any more except the car around town.
I thank God and Mother Nature for the shows this week!
Tuesday I was talking with my neighbor in her driveway directly across the street from my house when our resident Broad Winged Hawk started his noisy "this is my territory" screaming as he flew to one of his perches. About 30 seconds later another hawk flew across the top of my house away from him and then into the trees surrounding my neighbors house across the other street.
Ok to make this clear: My house is on a corner lot It's a T intersection/corner and the streets run N-S and E-W. This town is a perfect N,S,E,W grid pattern! My house is on the N-S street (NE corner) facing due west and my lady neighbor.
The 2nd hawk flew from north to south over my house and then over Mikes house into the trees behind him. Mike lives across the street from me to the south! Phyllis another neighbor is to my SW.
Anyway, Lucrisha (neighbor to the west) and I were facing my house or east and I see something heading towards up and as I look up a male Broad Winged Hawk lands on the top of the power pole next to the street corner (SW corner) and as we are looking up at him a distance of about 30' here comes another BW Hark and lands next to him and it's a female! The are cooing to each other and the Resident BW Hawk is screaming like crazy and these two look towards him and scream at him for about a minute then fly over Phyllis's house and land in a tree there then keep heading to the south and landing and looking around until out of sight!
That it was beyond "way cool" to us that they landed on that pole was just a fantastic Kodak moment with no freaking camera!
The rest of the week was hawks screaming and all the usual birds at the feeder!
Today I add another notch to the binoculars!
I changed the filters in the AC/Heater unit and as I hobbled out to the trash can (SW corner by the car port) I heard this loud Keening Kec Kec Kec that sounded almost familiar and as I turned towards where it came from and leaned to look around the corner of the house and roof a large bird flew over me and I mean almost directly over me at about 10' up! It landed in the tree in my front yard. I have no idea after 12 years living here what kind it is but that it grows like a bush but not higher than 15-20' high. It's also just west of the front yard bird feeder that is empty but one of the resident Cardinals was sitting in it at the moment and freaked when this big bird landed and as it turned towards me I see that it is a Peregrine Falcon! The slate grey/blue of the back and wing tops and the face with the beautiful side burns was all I needed for the ID!
It then started to chase the cardinal around the tree a few times and then the cardinal made a break for it and flew towards me with that falcon dead on it's tail and I'm thinking good bye Mr. Cardinal but ole Mr. Cardinal does a hard U Turn and flies right past that falcon through the tree and then NW into Lucrishas honeysuckle vines and to safety as that falcon was not going to get dinner out of that jungle of vines and he flew into the top of her fur tree and that was the last I saw of him!
That is until about an hour ago as I saw him out my back porch door (east) in my dying elm tree and I went to get Barbara and the binoculars but he was gone when I got back! I grabbed my sweater and cane and out the carport door I go and I stand there for almost 30 minutes just searching and here he comes!
A note to those who do not watch birds of prey. A Peregrine Falcon can almost be mistaken for a pigeon when they fly in wooded areas. They are about the size of a crow but at distance you watch for flying characteristics. I see what I think is a pigeon but I keep watching him until it lands in a tree to my west about 125 yards away and 60' high. I watch it through the binoculars 7x50 old WWII built and they reach out and touch as if you are looking at something a few feet away, and yes it's the falcon! I get maybe 1 minute of watching it when a small bird lands close by it, looks at it for about 5 seconds then starts to harass it as birds do especially when it's the beginning of "find a mate" month! He flies at that falcon and the falcon turns around to watch it and when the bird with a big brass pair flies at it again (how I have NO idea with all that weight weighing it down!) the falcon says "LUNCH TIME" and they fly off to the south and that's the last I saw of them!
If you see a falcon more than 2 times in a day at this close of a range it is setting up house in the area! The Peregrine had died or been killed off in this area from the use of DDT and someone from the state instituted a release program and turned a pair loose here I think about 10 years ago. I have over the years been watching and I believe we have maybe 5 breeding pairs in the area now.
But to get to see what I saw this week was great as my birds of prey watching which I got to do a lot of while driving over the years and across America and my regular birding of the smaller birds has fallen to whats local as I don't get to drive any more except the car around town.
I thank God and Mother Nature for the shows this week!he other street.
Ok to make this clear: My house is on a corner lot It's a T intersection/corner and the streets run N-S and E-W. This town is a perfect NSEW grid pattern! My house is on the N-S street (NE corner) facing due west and my lady neighbor.
The 2nd hawk flew from north to south over my house and then over Mikes house into the trees behind him. Mike lives across the street from me to the south! Phyllis another neighbor is to my SW.
Anyway, Lucrisha (neighbor to the west) and I were facing my house or east and I see something heading towards up and as I look up a male Broad Winged Hawk lands on the top of the power pole next to the street corner (SW corner) and as we are looking up at him a distance of about 30' here comes another BW Hark and lands next to him and it's a female! The are cooing to each other and the Resident BW Hawk is screaming like crazy and these two look towards him and scream at him for about a minute then fly over Phyllis's house and land in a tree there then keep heading to the south and landing and looking around until out of sight!
That it was beyond "way cool" to us that they landed on that pole was just a fantastic Kodak moment with no freaking camera!
The rest of the week was hawks screaming and all the usual birds at the feeder!
Today I add another notch to the binoculars!
I changed the filters in the AC/Heater unit and as I hobbled out to the trash can (SW corner by the car port) I heard this loud Keening Kec Kec Kec that sounded almost familiar and as I turned towards where it came from and leaned to look around the corner of the house and roof a large bird flew over me and I mean almost directly over me at about 10' up! It landed in the tree in my front yard. I have no idea after 12 years living here what kind it is but that it grows like a bush but not higher than 15-20' high. It's also just west of the front yard bird feeder that is empty but one of the resident Cardinals was sitting in it at the moment and freaked when this big bird landed and as it turned towards me I see that it is a Peregrine Falcon! The slate grey/blue of the back and wing tops and the face with the beautiful side burns was all I needed for the ID!
It then started to chase the cardinal around the tree a few times and then the cardinal made a break for it and flew towards me with that falcon dead on it's tail and I'm thinking good bye Mr. Cardinal but ole Mr. Cardinal does a hard U Turn and flies right past that falcon through the tree and then NW into Lucrishas honeysuckle vines and to safety as that falcon was not going to get dinner out of that jungle of vines and he flew into the top of her fur tree and that was the last I saw of him!
That is until about an hour ago as I saw him out my back porch door (east) in my dying elm tree and I went to get Barbara and the binoculars but he was gone when I got back! I grabbed my sweater and cane and out the carport door I go and I stand there for almost 30 minutes just searching and here he comes!
A note to those who do not watch birds of prey. A Peregrine Falcon can almost be mistaken for a pigeon when they fly in wooded areas. They are about the size of a crow but at distance you watch for flying characteristics. I see what I think is a pigeon but I keep watching him until it lands in a tree to my west about 125 yards away and 60' high. I watch it through the binoculars an old 7x50 WWII built for the Navy and these things reach out and touch as if you are looking at something a few feet away, and yes it's the falcon! I get maybe 1 minute of watching it when a small bird lands close by it, looks at it for about 5 seconds then starts to harass it as birds do especially when it's the beginning of "find a mate" month! He flies at that falcon and the falcon turns around to watch it and when the bird with a big brass pair flies at it again (how I have NO idea with all that weight weighing it down!) the falcon says "LUNCH TIME" and they fly off to the south and that's the last I saw of them!
If you see a falcon more than 2 times in a day at this close of a range it is setting up house in the area! The Peregrine had died or been killed off in this area from the use of DDT and someone from the state instituted a release program and turned a pair loose here I think about 10 years ago. I have over the years been watching and I believe we have maybe 5 breeding pairs in the area now.
But to get to see what I saw this week was great as my birds of prey watching which I got to do a lot of while driving over the years and across America and my regular birding of the smaller birds has fallen to whats local as I don't get to drive any more except the car around town.
I thank God and Mother Nature for the shows this week!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
You saw the Christams gift list for women NOW it's Valentines DAY!
Valentines Day is fast approaching!
Ok guys time is up! If you have NOT gotten the “love of your life for now” anything for Valentines day I hope the doghouse is clean!
If you have not seen all the TV spots about this day or the ones on the radio if anyone still listens to them over your Ipod or seen any paper advertisements such as bus wrapping, posters on bus stops, subways, on billboards in magazine that you really need to fix your way of life!
Anyway let’s get done to business!
It’s time to think about a gift that’s says “I Love YOU!” This is going to be like Christmas BUT with a way different meaning!
As I informed you all about what NOT to buy as a present for Christmas the same rules apply.
Unless she looked you in the eye
Unless all she gave hints to while talking weather on the phone, in text messages, in emails or on Skype
Or came right out and pointed at it and looked at you and smiled then that’s what she wants!
The rules are:
IF it has an electrical cord built in or the cord can be attached to this electrical device DO NOT BUY IT! UNLESS she hinted to her fullest ability and with MY experience of those not so hard to decipher hints that she wanted that particular device weather it being a hair dryer, heating pad, electrical hedge trimmers, a computer, cell phone, or lawnmower get the thing or not! You know the one you’re buying for! IF she didn’t drop those hints and you bought something that runs on electricity, head to the doghouse. Do NOT pass Go! And that’s her $200 so leave it on the table!
IF this present has an internal combustion chamber and she didn’t hint at it again NO!
If you buy her ANYTHING that pertains to makeup or what is commonly known as BEAUTY supplies and you even start to reach for it you ARE a dead man! She can be 1000 miles away and one of the super powers most of you don’t know about women is they KNOW when you are going to go into that dysfunction known as the “hold my beer and watch this” moment! That being you are going to buy something that says I think you need to wear this because you have a flaw! The dog house will NOT hide your carcass!
The same applies to clothing! Not from WalMart, Target, JC Penny or Victorias Secret and trust me when I say this if it comes from Victoria’s place that skimpy little see through piece of cloth is NOT for her, it’s for you! You know it, I know it as does every male on the planet!
Yeah you know the drill, head to the doghouse! Take that see through thing with you and use it as a mosquito net! Never buy her clothing ESPECIALLY bras or panties! You WILL ALWAYS buy the wrong size! In bras that’s a cardinal sin and will get you out UNDER the dog house that is buried 6 feet down! You sir are now in hell! If she wears a “B” and you come home with a “D” I would NOT want to be a fly on that wall! That whole house is subject to what we experienced and been there done that crowd is known as…
The RATH of Woman!
You think the Exocerest was bad when the little girls head did that 360* thing? Yeah, as I said that fly is a gonner also! The same if it’s a pair of panties! We men still will never understand the way women’s clothes are sized! We still have no idea how to read the size on that tag! As to the only rule of buying presents for women, IF she did NOT pick it up, look you in the eye and smile and you did NOT look at what she held in her loving hands you do NOT belong walking the face of the earth! You are wasting air the rest of us need to understand that wonderful creature known as Woman!
Ok to recover the “Not TOs” is something she did not hint to you and it’s something that is for her only. If it’s something that you can use them that is off the list!
Lets head to the OH HELLO YEAHs!
A trip to someplace she wants to go!
Any thing she hinted at
A new house
A detail for her car, pick up truck or motorcycle
A lifetime supply of her favorite snacks, yoga, Tai Chi classes, credit cards with unlimited space high limit or..
JEWELRY!
If it sparkles, shines and weighs a ton and is bigger than her BFFs stuff it’s a winner! If it’s 2 times bigger than her worst enemies it’s even better!
If it’s gold, silver, platinum, or titanium (ok I’m still out on that one) and is has pretty sparkly rocks on it the whole present is measured in points or carats them you are doing GREAT!
The bigger the stone mounted in that band of precious metal, that dangles off a chain made of any of those metals or wraps around any body part and sparkles you have done well!
The doghouse is now a bad dream and her gratitude can lead to headaches due to loss of blood to the head! A full stomach from all the wonderments from her kitchen and the pride you see in her eyes when she slips up and waves this large carat diamond or stone or precious metal piece of endearment in her BFFs face!
Do we all understand what not to buy the woman of your life?
If it plugs into a wall socket
If it runs off fossil fuels and pertains to beauty, shop work, lawn care, or can transport them,
Clothing of any kind.
Go find the doghouse! It’s still chilly so take a few blankets because that’s ALL the warmth you’ll feel until her head stops spinning and everything she looks at stops bursting into flame!
If she hinted that this is what she wants, get it! NO Matter what! The cost does not factor into this at all!
Have a great Valentines Day!
George
aka
Still alive after all these holidays!
Ok guys time is up! If you have NOT gotten the “love of your life for now” anything for Valentines day I hope the doghouse is clean!
If you have not seen all the TV spots about this day or the ones on the radio if anyone still listens to them over your Ipod or seen any paper advertisements such as bus wrapping, posters on bus stops, subways, on billboards in magazine that you really need to fix your way of life!
Anyway let’s get done to business!
It’s time to think about a gift that’s says “I Love YOU!” This is going to be like Christmas BUT with a way different meaning!
As I informed you all about what NOT to buy as a present for Christmas the same rules apply.
Unless she looked you in the eye
Unless all she gave hints to while talking weather on the phone, in text messages, in emails or on Skype
Or came right out and pointed at it and looked at you and smiled then that’s what she wants!
The rules are:
IF it has an electrical cord built in or the cord can be attached to this electrical device DO NOT BUY IT! UNLESS she hinted to her fullest ability and with MY experience of those not so hard to decipher hints that she wanted that particular device weather it being a hair dryer, heating pad, electrical hedge trimmers, a computer, cell phone, or lawnmower get the thing or not! You know the one you’re buying for! IF she didn’t drop those hints and you bought something that runs on electricity, head to the doghouse. Do NOT pass Go! And that’s her $200 so leave it on the table!
IF this present has an internal combustion chamber and she didn’t hint at it again NO!
If you buy her ANYTHING that pertains to makeup or what is commonly known as BEAUTY supplies and you even start to reach for it you ARE a dead man! She can be 1000 miles away and one of the super powers most of you don’t know about women is they KNOW when you are going to go into that dysfunction known as the “hold my beer and watch this” moment! That being you are going to buy something that says I think you need to wear this because you have a flaw! The dog house will NOT hide your carcass!
The same applies to clothing! Not from WalMart, Target, JC Penny or Victorias Secret and trust me when I say this if it comes from Victoria’s place that skimpy little see through piece of cloth is NOT for her, it’s for you! You know it, I know it as does every male on the planet!
Yeah you know the drill, head to the doghouse! Take that see through thing with you and use it as a mosquito net! Never buy her clothing ESPECIALLY bras or panties! You WILL ALWAYS buy the wrong size! In bras that’s a cardinal sin and will get you out UNDER the dog house that is buried 6 feet down! You sir are now in hell! If she wears a “B” and you come home with a “D” I would NOT want to be a fly on that wall! That whole house is subject to what we experienced and been there done that crowd is known as…
The RATH of Woman!
You think the Exocerest was bad when the little girls head did that 360* thing? Yeah, as I said that fly is a gonner also! The same if it’s a pair of panties! We men still will never understand the way women’s clothes are sized! We still have no idea how to read the size on that tag! As to the only rule of buying presents for women, IF she did NOT pick it up, look you in the eye and smile and you did NOT look at what she held in her loving hands you do NOT belong walking the face of the earth! You are wasting air the rest of us need to understand that wonderful creature known as Woman!
Ok to recover the “Not TOs” is something she did not hint to you and it’s something that is for her only. If it’s something that you can use them that is off the list!
Lets head to the OH HELLO YEAHs!
A trip to someplace she wants to go!
Any thing she hinted at
A new house
A detail for her car, pick up truck or motorcycle
A lifetime supply of her favorite snacks, yoga, Tai Chi classes, credit cards with unlimited space high limit or..
JEWELRY!
If it sparkles, shines and weighs a ton and is bigger than her BFFs stuff it’s a winner! If it’s 2 times bigger than her worst enemies it’s even better!
If it’s gold, silver, platinum, or titanium (ok I’m still out on that one) and is has pretty sparkly rocks on it the whole present is measured in points or carats them you are doing GREAT!
The bigger the stone mounted in that band of precious metal, that dangles off a chain made of any of those metals or wraps around any body part and sparkles you have done well!
The doghouse is now a bad dream and her gratitude can lead to headaches due to loss of blood to the head! A full stomach from all the wonderments from her kitchen and the pride you see in her eyes when she slips up and waves this large carat diamond or stone or precious metal piece of endearment in her BFFs face!
Do we all understand what not to buy the woman of your life?
If it plugs into a wall socket
If it runs off fossil fuels and pertains to beauty, shop work, lawn care, or can transport them,
Clothing of any kind.
Go find the doghouse! It’s still chilly so take a few blankets because that’s ALL the warmth you’ll feel until her head stops spinning and everything she looks at stops bursting into flame!
If she hinted that this is what she wants, get it! NO Matter what! The cost does not factor into this at all!
Have a great Valentines Day!
George
aka
Still alive after all these holidays!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
It’s been over a year since that fun brain surgery and life keep passing me by.
It’s been over a year since that fun brain surgery and life keep passing me by.
One year eight months ago I was a cancer survivor. 22 Feb 2010, I became a brain surgery survivor.
Which one was the worst to survive?
Brain surgery.
I would rather go though another series of radiation treatments than another 10 hour surgery!
My life as I knew it changed for the worst. Cancer holds nothing to what I’ve gone through since I woke up from the anesthesia.
When I rang out after my last dose of radiation and the 2 last chemos I was able to go back to work and start to gain my weight back and look at life as a new beginning. I could honestly say that life was great!
Now I am looking at some more things that cancer gave me to fight as I have said many times that cancer is the gift that keeps on giving even if you don’t want those gifts! Brain surgery was just one of them!
But in the morning I get to go back into surgery for a few minor things caused by that radiation that saved my life but keeps giving me more not so fun things to put up with. This time more Human Papillomavirus to be burned out of my nose, some repairs to my throat so food can go down easier and some wild and weird thing that radiation did to my tongue.
But there is nothing that can be done to put my brain back to working the way it used to before that day in February.
I sit here and pray every day asking God to give me my life back. Not this one I have now where I can’t walk very far before having to stop to get it to stop bouncing and to take in information and process it correctly. Or the way I seem to be mean to my wife and sons and stop being a bad dad as my youngest told me not to long ago. Or as I’m told, scream at my wife as I know I don’t do but I guess I do. I can’t process that data at all.
I want to be able to buy things like I did before all this started. Not live on this sad fixed income where my wife stresses out trying to make ends meet knowing that I’m the one who should be working but can’t do much of anything and now with the world the way it is now knowing that being hired for a job would be on a level with winning the lottery that I can’t even afford to buy a ticket to even try.
I can’t count the times I start thinking of how life was so great and how I was able to support my family with no worries and nothing to fear but now I worry about what will happen tomorrow to me and them.
I can feel my brain slowing down. I can feel it at times swell and hurt but I can’t let them see this as they have watched a man turn into something that is becoming a waste of air the rest of the world needs. I cry too much now. I stare into the past and then to the future of this pathetic life I have left and I ask again why God? What did I do that was so bad that I get to live this life I have now? The headaches, the pressure, the food I can’t eat, the things I used to do that I can’t and the way this affects my son, my wife and those around me.
I was able to help people over come the pain of cancer. I showed them how to laugh and to see that there was a future ahead of them that once that monster was beaten life would go on, but no one could or did warn me about this life after brain surgery. Mine was just a small problem compared to Senator Giffords and to those on the fields of battle who have such traumatic brain damage.
And here I am crying about my pathetic little brain problem but I’ve lost the will to want to keep going on with this life. Waking each morning and having to sit up slowly so I don’t fall over, washing my face and looking at that stranger in the mirror that looks so wrinkled from the weight loss and radiation. Having no appetite for anything solid but cooking a bowl of oatmeal or eggs with cheese just for the calories as nothing has much taste any more even my other meals of soft and mushy foods as I need them to stay alive so my wife and son have my pathetic fixed income so they have a roof over their heads and food and clothing but watching my son not have the things I was able to get him back before all this happened or a present for my wife on our anniversary to show her how much I love her and to thank her for putting up with me all these years as I’m not the pick of any litter!
I want my mind back so I can finish a few stories I started so I could make some extra money, I want my old creative brain that would look at a problem and figure it out and my old life back, not this thing calling itself a life.
In a little while I’ll finish my last cup of coffee until I wake up after surgery.
I wish that God in his infinite wisdom would do as I have asked lately and I will ask of him one more time before I nod off on that table for a simple little 3 in 1 surgery to look at me and say that’s enough and let me wake up to a better life or to just let me go so that my wife and son can benefit from the insurance and not have to endure life with me any more. No human should have to endure this. It’s not a life but a fight. A fight to stay sane. A fight to support my wife and son. A fight not to look at me and cry and wish for a miracle to put this shell of a man back together the way he was before that first round with cancer.
I just want my life back. Not just a life but the life I had. Is it too much to ask for? God, I can’t keep doing this anymore. I’m tired of the doctors, the pain the way I can’t see my world anymore.
Give my life meaning. I never ask you for anything, just my life I had that was capable of caring for my family. Just release my brain from this torture so it will start marching to the band. Let me go so the doctors can use my body to learn how cancer and surgeries will affect the body so that they can better heal others.
That will give my life meaning.
That’s all I ask.
One year eight months ago I was a cancer survivor. 22 Feb 2010, I became a brain surgery survivor.
Which one was the worst to survive?
Brain surgery.
I would rather go though another series of radiation treatments than another 10 hour surgery!
My life as I knew it changed for the worst. Cancer holds nothing to what I’ve gone through since I woke up from the anesthesia.
When I rang out after my last dose of radiation and the 2 last chemos I was able to go back to work and start to gain my weight back and look at life as a new beginning. I could honestly say that life was great!
Now I am looking at some more things that cancer gave me to fight as I have said many times that cancer is the gift that keeps on giving even if you don’t want those gifts! Brain surgery was just one of them!
But in the morning I get to go back into surgery for a few minor things caused by that radiation that saved my life but keeps giving me more not so fun things to put up with. This time more Human Papillomavirus to be burned out of my nose, some repairs to my throat so food can go down easier and some wild and weird thing that radiation did to my tongue.
But there is nothing that can be done to put my brain back to working the way it used to before that day in February.
I sit here and pray every day asking God to give me my life back. Not this one I have now where I can’t walk very far before having to stop to get it to stop bouncing and to take in information and process it correctly. Or the way I seem to be mean to my wife and sons and stop being a bad dad as my youngest told me not to long ago. Or as I’m told, scream at my wife as I know I don’t do but I guess I do. I can’t process that data at all.
I want to be able to buy things like I did before all this started. Not live on this sad fixed income where my wife stresses out trying to make ends meet knowing that I’m the one who should be working but can’t do much of anything and now with the world the way it is now knowing that being hired for a job would be on a level with winning the lottery that I can’t even afford to buy a ticket to even try.
I can’t count the times I start thinking of how life was so great and how I was able to support my family with no worries and nothing to fear but now I worry about what will happen tomorrow to me and them.
I can feel my brain slowing down. I can feel it at times swell and hurt but I can’t let them see this as they have watched a man turn into something that is becoming a waste of air the rest of the world needs. I cry too much now. I stare into the past and then to the future of this pathetic life I have left and I ask again why God? What did I do that was so bad that I get to live this life I have now? The headaches, the pressure, the food I can’t eat, the things I used to do that I can’t and the way this affects my son, my wife and those around me.
I was able to help people over come the pain of cancer. I showed them how to laugh and to see that there was a future ahead of them that once that monster was beaten life would go on, but no one could or did warn me about this life after brain surgery. Mine was just a small problem compared to Senator Giffords and to those on the fields of battle who have such traumatic brain damage.
And here I am crying about my pathetic little brain problem but I’ve lost the will to want to keep going on with this life. Waking each morning and having to sit up slowly so I don’t fall over, washing my face and looking at that stranger in the mirror that looks so wrinkled from the weight loss and radiation. Having no appetite for anything solid but cooking a bowl of oatmeal or eggs with cheese just for the calories as nothing has much taste any more even my other meals of soft and mushy foods as I need them to stay alive so my wife and son have my pathetic fixed income so they have a roof over their heads and food and clothing but watching my son not have the things I was able to get him back before all this happened or a present for my wife on our anniversary to show her how much I love her and to thank her for putting up with me all these years as I’m not the pick of any litter!
I want my mind back so I can finish a few stories I started so I could make some extra money, I want my old creative brain that would look at a problem and figure it out and my old life back, not this thing calling itself a life.
In a little while I’ll finish my last cup of coffee until I wake up after surgery.
I wish that God in his infinite wisdom would do as I have asked lately and I will ask of him one more time before I nod off on that table for a simple little 3 in 1 surgery to look at me and say that’s enough and let me wake up to a better life or to just let me go so that my wife and son can benefit from the insurance and not have to endure life with me any more. No human should have to endure this. It’s not a life but a fight. A fight to stay sane. A fight to support my wife and son. A fight not to look at me and cry and wish for a miracle to put this shell of a man back together the way he was before that first round with cancer.
I just want my life back. Not just a life but the life I had. Is it too much to ask for? God, I can’t keep doing this anymore. I’m tired of the doctors, the pain the way I can’t see my world anymore.
Give my life meaning. I never ask you for anything, just my life I had that was capable of caring for my family. Just release my brain from this torture so it will start marching to the band. Let me go so the doctors can use my body to learn how cancer and surgeries will affect the body so that they can better heal others.
That will give my life meaning.
That’s all I ask.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
They We I A view of 9/11
They, We, I
By, George “RolloverRiderPGR” Purdy
pass this on but keep my name on it so "They" know.
I’ve watched the 10th commemoration of 9/11.
I believe it’s time to stop feeding Islam.
They have reaped 10 years of our sadness and the terror they instill in us every year as plans are made for another service and they post some threats and the circle starts again.
They win.
They keep on winning on 9/11 doing what they are told to do by the prophet.
To kill us and to keep us looking over our shoulders just to convert us.
They win.
Time to stop letting them feed us misleading plans.
They win.
Time to stay alert but time to stop bringing up bad parts of history.
They lose.
We have this habit of remembering and commemorating attacks on us that kill many Americans. WWI, WWII, and now 911.
They win.
We have a penchant for remembering bad days and we need to stop feeding the enemy. This ones not a country but a geo political ideology millions/billions think is a religion. Their only goal is to kill if you don’t see their views or believe in their God and treat humans worse than we Americans have ever in our entire history as some believe the Bad Americans have done.
They win.
Every 9/11 a terror threat goes up. The weak among us want to crawl into a hole and the rest of us watch a little harder.
They win.
This will be my last year to remember in public 9/11
They lose.
And let those who have died, rest in real peace even though 3000+ it isn’t.
They rest
I hope the rest of the world will too and so we stop feeding the beast their aim of terrorizing us.
We win.
It’s also time to stop thinking that they might strike NYC again and again but other places as they have done over and over.
We outmaneuver.
It’s time to stop pandering to the Jeanie and put the Jeanie back into it’s bottle and quit being so politically correct and see this threat as what it is a threat, not a religion! This religion is like having a mad dog in the yard next to where your children play as the dog is digging under the fence.
We acted.
Quit feeding the dog or,
They win.
I’ll remember in my mind 9/11.
I win.
By, George “RolloverRiderPGR” Purdy
pass this on but keep my name on it so "They" know.
I’ve watched the 10th commemoration of 9/11.
I believe it’s time to stop feeding Islam.
They have reaped 10 years of our sadness and the terror they instill in us every year as plans are made for another service and they post some threats and the circle starts again.
They win.
They keep on winning on 9/11 doing what they are told to do by the prophet.
To kill us and to keep us looking over our shoulders just to convert us.
They win.
Time to stop letting them feed us misleading plans.
They win.
Time to stay alert but time to stop bringing up bad parts of history.
They lose.
We have this habit of remembering and commemorating attacks on us that kill many Americans. WWI, WWII, and now 911.
They win.
We have a penchant for remembering bad days and we need to stop feeding the enemy. This ones not a country but a geo political ideology millions/billions think is a religion. Their only goal is to kill if you don’t see their views or believe in their God and treat humans worse than we Americans have ever in our entire history as some believe the Bad Americans have done.
They win.
Every 9/11 a terror threat goes up. The weak among us want to crawl into a hole and the rest of us watch a little harder.
They win.
This will be my last year to remember in public 9/11
They lose.
And let those who have died, rest in real peace even though 3000+ it isn’t.
They rest
I hope the rest of the world will too and so we stop feeding the beast their aim of terrorizing us.
We win.
It’s also time to stop thinking that they might strike NYC again and again but other places as they have done over and over.
We outmaneuver.
It’s time to stop pandering to the Jeanie and put the Jeanie back into it’s bottle and quit being so politically correct and see this threat as what it is a threat, not a religion! This religion is like having a mad dog in the yard next to where your children play as the dog is digging under the fence.
We acted.
Quit feeding the dog or,
They win.
I’ll remember in my mind 9/11.
I win.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The tag line in my PGR Profile and why I put John 15:13 there
My tag line in my profile of the PGR and why I used the verse from John 15:13
Ten years ago on 9/11/2001 A day we’ll all remember, I know I won’t because if it had not been for a bad part on my heater at home I would have been in NYC that day. I am one of the few truck drivers that would volunteer to go there with my company. I had just returned after delivering a load of air duct work to a high school on Manhattan and was supposed to actually relay a load that was to deliver at the same school on that fateful day.
My neighbor had come over to take me to the hardware store to get the part I needed, but when he walked in he told me an air plane had flown into one of the towers at the WTC. We watched the TV for a few minutes and the whole time I’m thinking that this was an attack because you had to really try to hit a building in NYC. It couldn’t be an accident and then we watched the 2nd air craft fly into the second building. I didn’t have to guess who might have done this and I wasn’t wrong.
NYC was closed to traffic so I was given a load and was sent on a short load close by and on the way back I called and talked to my dispatcher about setting up and getting a load of relief supplies to go to ground zero as I had been hearing about other towns doing this.
She told me they had started it and because I am THAT guy that will drive to NYC I was given the load to get there ASAP.
It was collected by Clear Channel Communications who had an office in the WTC and lost a lot of people that day but has several stations here in town. The load was supposed to be delivered to NYC but because my company had reloaded and palllatized the load it was redirected to Stewart AFB in Newburg, NY just north of NYC. I met with the FEMA director of the area there and the base Commander both who couldn't believe that there were truck loads of things just like on my trailer coming to Stewart and down to other drop sites. I was unloaded and sent on my way.
It wasn’t until a week later that I was sent back to NYC and as I drove along the Brooklyn Queens expressway the view I was so used to seeing across the river was not the one I knew. As I looked at the drivers of cars and trucks around me as we looked across the river I saw sadness and hate at what had happened. I was shaken also and I had a few tears drop from my eyes for the destruction and the memories I had from 1972 while stationed at Ft Dix for an MOS school and coming to NYC on weekends and remembering standing at the foot of the WTC as they were still building them and also of delivering there over the years and going up to the observation deck. They are only memories but they hold those views in my minds eye.
My company in thanks for me asking about gathering supplies and volunteering to take the load at no pay bought a new truck for me and I got to decide the design for the truck. I decided on what looked like bullets but in the Red White and Blue of our flag. I also designed a plaque in memory to the men and women of the FDNY, NYPD, EMTS and the Civilian Volunteers that ran in to the World Trade Center but never came out.
I dedicated that truck to those who died trying to rescue so many people they never knew.
The plaque was a star in a red circle and on the points of the star was Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force and Coast Guard who guard our borders and protect us from dangers from outside our borders, and in the center around a silver circle is written Police, Fire, EMT and Civilian Volunteers for those who protect us and help us at home inside those borders.
But in the center on the silver background I put a verse from John 15:13, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
There were also 2 ribbons on both sides of the star one black for those who will never return and one yellow for them to come home to.
Then a church in Topeka started their hate and out of their hate the Patriot Guard Riders arose to stand in honor for our KIA’s and to protect the families from this hate.
I joined this group in either late 2005 or early 2006 I believe I was about #32,186 or somewhere in that area. And when I joined I put in my signature or tag line these simple words: There is no truer love than when a man gives his life so that others may live. Taken from John 15:13
I took the words from John and changed the verse from how John wrote in his letter so it reflected my feelings for those who gave their life freely for others.
I did a lot of postings in the PRG web site but it wasn’t until a news reporter that joined us used my tag line in a story he did on the PGR and John 15:13 started to be used in many posts, news stories, and funerals.
I hope that it was me that brought this verse into the lives of many as it stands so true for those who volunteer their lives so that we may live on.
As many of us in the PGR, when we were in service to our country we were drafted but as time went on and that dirty war, spelled police action in SE Asia was over and the draft ended many men and women kept joining the armed forces and giving freely, their lives when it came to it.
They still, to this day write a check to us with their lives by volunteering their service to America and yes to the world even though we are hated by many we still answer a call for help.
We will continue to give the lives of our sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, husbands and wives so that others may live.
Thank you disciple John for your letters about your Lord and Master’s sayings as you learned at his feet and thank you for a verse that has so much meaning if not to me but a nation under God.
George “Rollover” Purdy
Ten years ago on 9/11/2001 A day we’ll all remember, I know I won’t because if it had not been for a bad part on my heater at home I would have been in NYC that day. I am one of the few truck drivers that would volunteer to go there with my company. I had just returned after delivering a load of air duct work to a high school on Manhattan and was supposed to actually relay a load that was to deliver at the same school on that fateful day.
My neighbor had come over to take me to the hardware store to get the part I needed, but when he walked in he told me an air plane had flown into one of the towers at the WTC. We watched the TV for a few minutes and the whole time I’m thinking that this was an attack because you had to really try to hit a building in NYC. It couldn’t be an accident and then we watched the 2nd air craft fly into the second building. I didn’t have to guess who might have done this and I wasn’t wrong.
NYC was closed to traffic so I was given a load and was sent on a short load close by and on the way back I called and talked to my dispatcher about setting up and getting a load of relief supplies to go to ground zero as I had been hearing about other towns doing this.
She told me they had started it and because I am THAT guy that will drive to NYC I was given the load to get there ASAP.
It was collected by Clear Channel Communications who had an office in the WTC and lost a lot of people that day but has several stations here in town. The load was supposed to be delivered to NYC but because my company had reloaded and palllatized the load it was redirected to Stewart AFB in Newburg, NY just north of NYC. I met with the FEMA director of the area there and the base Commander both who couldn't believe that there were truck loads of things just like on my trailer coming to Stewart and down to other drop sites. I was unloaded and sent on my way.
It wasn’t until a week later that I was sent back to NYC and as I drove along the Brooklyn Queens expressway the view I was so used to seeing across the river was not the one I knew. As I looked at the drivers of cars and trucks around me as we looked across the river I saw sadness and hate at what had happened. I was shaken also and I had a few tears drop from my eyes for the destruction and the memories I had from 1972 while stationed at Ft Dix for an MOS school and coming to NYC on weekends and remembering standing at the foot of the WTC as they were still building them and also of delivering there over the years and going up to the observation deck. They are only memories but they hold those views in my minds eye.
My company in thanks for me asking about gathering supplies and volunteering to take the load at no pay bought a new truck for me and I got to decide the design for the truck. I decided on what looked like bullets but in the Red White and Blue of our flag. I also designed a plaque in memory to the men and women of the FDNY, NYPD, EMTS and the Civilian Volunteers that ran in to the World Trade Center but never came out.
I dedicated that truck to those who died trying to rescue so many people they never knew.
The plaque was a star in a red circle and on the points of the star was Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force and Coast Guard who guard our borders and protect us from dangers from outside our borders, and in the center around a silver circle is written Police, Fire, EMT and Civilian Volunteers for those who protect us and help us at home inside those borders.
But in the center on the silver background I put a verse from John 15:13, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
There were also 2 ribbons on both sides of the star one black for those who will never return and one yellow for them to come home to.
Then a church in Topeka started their hate and out of their hate the Patriot Guard Riders arose to stand in honor for our KIA’s and to protect the families from this hate.
I joined this group in either late 2005 or early 2006 I believe I was about #32,186 or somewhere in that area. And when I joined I put in my signature or tag line these simple words: There is no truer love than when a man gives his life so that others may live. Taken from John 15:13
I took the words from John and changed the verse from how John wrote in his letter so it reflected my feelings for those who gave their life freely for others.
I did a lot of postings in the PRG web site but it wasn’t until a news reporter that joined us used my tag line in a story he did on the PGR and John 15:13 started to be used in many posts, news stories, and funerals.
I hope that it was me that brought this verse into the lives of many as it stands so true for those who volunteer their lives so that we may live on.
As many of us in the PGR, when we were in service to our country we were drafted but as time went on and that dirty war, spelled police action in SE Asia was over and the draft ended many men and women kept joining the armed forces and giving freely, their lives when it came to it.
They still, to this day write a check to us with their lives by volunteering their service to America and yes to the world even though we are hated by many we still answer a call for help.
We will continue to give the lives of our sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, husbands and wives so that others may live.
Thank you disciple John for your letters about your Lord and Master’s sayings as you learned at his feet and thank you for a verse that has so much meaning if not to me but a nation under God.
George “Rollover” Purdy
Thursday, July 14, 2011
18 year marrage anniversity
Today marks 18 years of marriage to my wife. She married an over the road truck driver who was home on an irregular schedule. Then when the nasty stuff hit the fan and she kept her oath to me where it says in richer or POORER In SICKNESS and in health. Until 2008 all was going fine for us until the worst word in the human language CANCER came into our lives. We never had to ask for anything as I had a job and was able to get anything we needed.
Cancer ruined that for a while as we went through our savings until I could get back to work but during this trial of the summer of 08 she was there for me as I was on my knees due to chemo and radiation fighting the best way I could.
Then after getting back to work an accident and I lost my job. Got a new one at a Big Box store until another company hired me. Things started to look up except for the bankruptcy due to losing more than a few cancer cells.
Them something goes wrong inside of my head that made it where I had to fly home from California and left my bosses truck behind me as I could not or would even think of driving.
I get home and they find a "little" spot in the head that they said not to worry about but it turned into something to worry about that 5 doctors decided needed to come out. They had no name for the "thing" which grew to the size of a marble. That was in Feb 10. Brain surgery and now the added costs from surgery and the past year of trying to learn how to stand and walk. She was still standing there for me.
Now a letter from Social Services and the bad news that we'll lose our medical insurance because of changes made by both sides of the house and a POTUS who has no clue. The next time I g to vote I’ll be making hard decisions on those who took and take the easy road.
I wake up today and come in to turn on the computer and there is a anniversary card on the keyboard.
For the past year I have not spent any money on cards but print something for her. There has been NO Christmas tree or presents under it for her and the boys. It’s gotten to the point if we can’t eat it we don’t need it.
Like an Oath Keeper she has honored hers like I do. The sickness and the poorer she promised me. To bad the newer ages are finding it easier to break their oath than honor it when it life gets hard.
Thank you Barbara for staying by my side.
I Love you,
George
Cancer ruined that for a while as we went through our savings until I could get back to work but during this trial of the summer of 08 she was there for me as I was on my knees due to chemo and radiation fighting the best way I could.
Then after getting back to work an accident and I lost my job. Got a new one at a Big Box store until another company hired me. Things started to look up except for the bankruptcy due to losing more than a few cancer cells.
Them something goes wrong inside of my head that made it where I had to fly home from California and left my bosses truck behind me as I could not or would even think of driving.
I get home and they find a "little" spot in the head that they said not to worry about but it turned into something to worry about that 5 doctors decided needed to come out. They had no name for the "thing" which grew to the size of a marble. That was in Feb 10. Brain surgery and now the added costs from surgery and the past year of trying to learn how to stand and walk. She was still standing there for me.
Now a letter from Social Services and the bad news that we'll lose our medical insurance because of changes made by both sides of the house and a POTUS who has no clue. The next time I g to vote I’ll be making hard decisions on those who took and take the easy road.
I wake up today and come in to turn on the computer and there is a anniversary card on the keyboard.
For the past year I have not spent any money on cards but print something for her. There has been NO Christmas tree or presents under it for her and the boys. It’s gotten to the point if we can’t eat it we don’t need it.
Like an Oath Keeper she has honored hers like I do. The sickness and the poorer she promised me. To bad the newer ages are finding it easier to break their oath than honor it when it life gets hard.
Thank you Barbara for staying by my side.
I Love you,
George
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