FEATURED Morning Pops!

Thank you to each one of you. You all brighten my day when I'm here which made coming here at low points difficult. l love each of you and your families. Your families go into the making of who you are.

Thank you Montanalo for the Bare Necessities. I always loved cartoons except for that Scooby Doo crap. There are others, but I could never get in that boat.

I was looking out the window yesterday and saw four kids playing in a neighbor's yard. The tallest boy was piggy backing the tallest girl. A middle sized boy was trying to pull the girl off. Then he lowered for the little girl, and middle boy just hopped on top of her. They started arguing and the tall girl slapped the tall boy. He slapped her back and she went crying to momma with a hand on her cheek and a new ailment of one leg falling off.

Ah to be young and dumb. I wouldn't go back unless I had full knowledge of what and who to avoid. Who to trip in the halls at school. Who to slap and grab my knee. I was more of a hair puller than a slapper. This has possibility. I'm gonna think on this more.

It's official, I love y'all more than the Cowboys now. There are a few players that are in a special group above the star. They've earned my respect, even some that have left for other teams. They served me well while they were here.

I do have an awful confession to make. I have fallen in extreme like with Brock Purdy. Never will I root for the 49ers, but I can root for the Brock Purdies. Never against the Cowboys, but on their own against any one else. I was glad the Eagles didn't allow the Chefs a three peat. I cry for mercy! I sick.
I've never been so glad to be bald.
 
Tall boy is back today. He's going to show tall girl what she's missing. This time he's got an almost tall girl that's hefty. He tried to jump on her back, but she wasn't having it. She jumped on his back and his eyes popped out of his head. They're searching the grass for them right now... did you hear something pop? One more pop and he'll be a famous piano player.
 
Good afternoon Pops, Coachadoodles and all my rowdy Popsadoodles,

I would apologize for my lengthy absence, but I've got a doctor's excuse. Those still work, don't they?:huh: Every time I came here to tell y'all what was going on, I'd cry. Each one of you are precious to me in your own way. Enough of that or it will go to your heads.

Before I bow out of this post, I'll update y'all. Last year, I went through some very hard chemo. I had to have a blood transfusion at one point before I started robbing folks of their wheelchairs. I actually felt like laying across one woman's lap and telling her what doctor to deposit me at. It was awful. When it ended, I took a break before returning to my doctor only to find the cut out tumors had returned and spread. They aren't trying to remove it any more, but working to contain it. It's stage 4 which sounds intimidating but it's my lymphatic system which is everywhere to begin with. On hearing my prognosis, I picked up a guitar and started singing the blues. It sounded good to me. Anyway, I have been going through intravenous radiation which means I'm radioactive for two weeks afterwards each treatment and in quarantine. I'm not glowing in the dark though. I checked. I have no further updates just yet, but this is where I've been. It isn't over yet.

Here's part of one of my favorite cartoons to lighten the mood.

This is a crushing blow to a lot of us X.

Just so you know, you are loved..
 
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