Thanks Robert! Tell your dad that I'll be off for a month and there's still fishing weather left - but I'll need help loading the canoe for a week or two!
I love it! Oh Gawd! He's given me such a hard (good natured) time about this, that I can't wait to SEE the look on his face when I go into the office, saying "Hey, I've got somethin' for ya'!" and plunking it down on his desk! Gawd! I'll bet he's gonna' jump a foot!
Oh suuuuure! I can just see you gettin' everybody together and saying "Hey! Let's see if we can crack him up! Make him laugh so hard it brings tears to his eyes - shouldn't be too tough, he's already in stitches!"
I've mentioned this, more or less off-hand, a couple (ok about a hundred!) times lately, but here it is officially:
I'm going in, in a little less than 12 hours to get my darned ol' gallbladder yanked out so that I can finally (after 11 months!) start (and keep!) feeling better.
I'm not overly concerned - in fact, I'm looking forward to getting it over with - but several (wonderful, caring) members here have expressed concern and heartfelt well-wishes and I just wanted to take the time to say "Thank you, each and everyone, it really means quite a lot to me!"
I'd like to be nervous and I guess I probably should be and maybe I am just a little bit, but mostly I figure that it won't be a big deal and I'll be back on my feet in a day or two and back to work in about 3 weeks or a month.
In the mean time, you poor souls are liable to get awfully tired of me hanging around all the time.
So thanks again to everyone who's already wished me well and thanks in advance to anyone who bothers to respond to this. With friends and family like you guys, my convalescence should be an absolute breeze! (Not to mention a real hoot!)
Nope, never even got accused of it - There were so many drivers (in the terminal) that she had ticked off that day, that I don't think my name ever even came up!
Several years ago, I was driving for another company and had picked up, at a truck stop, a couple of "fart bombs." (A double capsule contained in a plasticized foil package that you squeezed until one capsule broke causing the contents to combine and expand until the package popped, releasing a horrendous blast of foul rotten egg odor.)
Anyway, I was sitting at the terminal in Phoenix in January, having just gone about 9 rounds with one of the few dispatchers I ever truly came to dislike. It was about the time I finally realized that I was going to be screwed over by her yet again and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, that I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and realized that I had one of the aformentioned "fart bombs."
Sitting on the couch where I was and separated from her by a low counter, I realized that she couldn't see any part of me below the shoulders. So as I rose and made ready to leave, I dropped the fart bomb on the floor and stepped on it to break the glass capsule, then kicked it under the couch with the toe of my boot, saying "Well, I guess I can't get there if I'm sittin' here flappin' my lips!" and left.
A couple of days later, another driver asked if I'd heard about what happened in Phoenix. Having forgotten all about it by then, I said "Huh-uh. Why, did '.....' finally go off the deep end and shoot a driver?" Laughing, he said, "No, but she had to leave early and they had to fumigate the office because somebody tossed a fart bomb under the couch!"
Thank you. Sometimes I get lucky and actually come up with the words to express what I'm thinking and feeling. (Comes, I think, from years of introspection, self-examination and curious observation of the world around me.)
By this time tomorrow I should be done with surgery and in the recovery room. After that, it'll be 3 weeks to a month of NOT throwing around tarps, jockeying trailers and fighting traffic.
So much looking forward to not having to worry about accidently eating the wrong thing and suddenly becoming deathly ill somwhere a long way from home!
I've shed a lot of tears in my life and find that laughing is so much more pleasant a pastime. Briefly pursued a career in comedy in my younger years and discovered that very few take a comedian seriously. Now I concentrate on enjoying life and being seriously funny.
I can look out my front door and find a dozen things to cry about and a dozen to laugh about and perhaps 2 dozen more to wax philosophic on...
It's not about who is the funniest, most wise, etc... It's about our individual interpretations of what we need - and what we ourselves judge others to need - at a given moment in time. And somewhere, somhow finding a balance between the two...
(JMHO, of course.)
Sooooo... Didja' hear about the two blondes that walked into a building?
Well, you'd think that ONE of 'em would've seen it!!!!
Honesty is (or at least should be) the first consideration in a relationship. Perhaps if you explain your dilemma to both of them, they'll be able to help you reach an equitable solution...
Okay, a toast to end all toasts, courtesy of the Kansan!
Here's to the wine we love to drink and the food we love to eat Here's to our wives and sweethearts (and may they never meet!) Here's champaign to our real friends - and real pain to our sham-friends! And when this journey finally ends, may all of us find peace!
Here's to the women that I've loved and all the ones I've kissed As for regrets, I just have one and that's all the ones I've missed! While women's faults are many, we men have only two; (Every single thing we say and everthing we do!)
I wish you health, I wish you wealth and happiness galore! I wish you heaven when you die - What could I wish you more?
May your joys be as deep as the ocean - your trouble as light as it's foam...
And may you find sweet peace of mind wherever you may roam!
"Are u from the ones that say they're here just for forums?"
No, I'm here on the off chance that some philanthropic billionaire will come along and see my ugly mug and read my words and decide to donate a couple million bucks to my favorite personal charity (me!).
It's the Official "Kansan's Gettin' his Gallbladder Yanked in the Morning," Thread!
Outstanding! Might have to send you my phone number to give him so we can talk about fishin' and give him something else to ponder doing.