Halloween ponderings....

The little ones are already deciding on the Halloween costumes. Today, the smallest wants to be Toothless the Dragon.

This is actually a very cool idea, because Toothless is very much like a black cat. Stay tuned, we may even get some pics when the costume is made. 

 

Unless there is some mindo chango that goes on. Very possible.

 

Laziest. Spammer. Ever!

Received in my Spam folder today:

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10:37 PM (8 hours ago)

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There is no creativity in this one! He/she is not doing it for the love of spamming obviously....At least all the other ones bless me. 

 

 

 

 

Cleaning out the cupboards.

Here in the Batcave, it has been very quiet online as perhaps some have noticed.

But, I have been making some headway in cleaning out the jetsom and flotsam that have invaded this space. There's a whole bin (the massive kind you rent. Like on that show, hoarders) full. **GULP*

But the stuff in the bin? It's mostly not mine, so. Onward.

I have also been going through some of my very old files on my PC. I am a file hoarder.
I rarely delete anything, and sorting is definitely not on my priority list. Its like a treasure hunt every few years! I am amazed at how I could have forgotten the one where the Border Collie LOOKS to see is anyone is looking, and then sneaks the hamburger off the table behind the kids backs......

But, I digress.

I found this one again. I have posted it on youtube in all its raw glory. It cracks me up when I need a smile. The little star is now 8, and looks nothing like the little Campbell's soup baby anymore......33 seconds.

happy Summer.

Still here!

I keep saying that the bastids tried to kill me.

I mean the hospital that totally screwed up my right leg with their complete incompetence. Deep vein thrombosis, (they called it "extensive" and "massive") with a side order of Pseudo aneurism.
Going in for an angiogram? Be very careful, they can be life threatening if done wrong. They don't say that in the hospital, they warn that it may just cause some bad bruising. They never said that I would be in and out of hospital for months, need surgery to fix their fuckup, the pain....etc.
They won't even admit they fucked up. They just all nod and talk about possible complications. CYA.

It's been a long long road here, but I am finally working a few days a week and functioning almost normally. I cant lift yet, it makes it hurt near my surgery scar. Think that will go on for a while. My leg feels itchy, inside. It's bizarre. No way to scratch it.

The thing is, this has all had further reaching complications that I never ever dreamed of. You cannot live on the edge for so many months with no repercussions I guess.

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