Here's my cute little niece Payton. She's around 8 months in this photo. My mom brought up a bunch of new pictures since Payton's mommy and daddy no longer have the time to keep her site updated now that they're back home. She's getting so big! The other night I went to Aunty Debby and Uncle Chuck's for sunday dinner and saw my cousin's 3 boys. They're all getting so big. Evan put on his little show. The twins are both very talkative. Elliot is scooting around on his bum. For some reason some people think they look alike...they may need to see an eye doctor. Anyway, I need to read some stuff (aka study). I'm having fun with my piano.
I went to see if I won any money from the lottery...one ticket had 2 matching numbers but it didn't register a win. Oh well. It was worth a shot. Maybe the numbers had to be in the same order to win. Or maybe I was supposed to cash them in on sunday or saturday. My inability to understand lotteries is perhaps the reason why i don't buy the tickets.
Only a few more days on surgery. I still have issues trying to do the damn subcuticular stitches. Maybe I focus too much on finding the point where the epidermis meets the subepidermal layer. I get most of them in at the right spot but I take forever. And then when I try to take small segments, I'm told to take more cause I'm going to slow, then at the next opportunity I'm told I'm taking too big of a bite. For Crap's sake! Make up your mind! The surgeon's been very patient with me though so for that, I am truely grateful or I would have lost it by now. Certainly not the same kind of surgeons I had to work under as a med student.
1 comment:
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
Post a Comment