A Long Time Coming

By choice, I have not had dark meat in close to forty years.  Today, bc my son took a good chunk of the day to cook it for dinner, I had my first drumstick since I was a kid.  Not bad honestly - not nearly as "moist" as Mom described it.  Good job Smiley!

Jerry Springer

The morbid streak continues. 

Jerrry Springer, Cincinnati mayor turned host of the raunchiest of talk shows, has passed at age 79. 

RIP

 

Harry Belafonte

Continuing the rather somber tone of this site lately, Harry Belafonte - pop singer, actor, and activist - has died at age 96. 

Rest in peace sir. 

Len Goodman

Dancing with the Stars regular Len Goodman, the British ballroom dancer turned reality show judge, has died of bone cancer at 78.

 RIP. 

Grrrrrrrrr!

Elizabeth Hubbard

Elizabeth Hubbard, the Emmy winning actress who played the capable, scheming Lucinda Walsh on As the World Turns, has died at age 89. I remember her performance well, as it was my Mom's favorite soap opera.  

RIP

So Much for Spring

80ish degrees for a week, then snow and ice this morning.  Welcome to Wisconsin.

Anne Perry

Anne Perry, the crime novelist who, as a teenager, helped murder her best friend's mother - a crime immortalized in the Kate Winslet movie Heavenly Creatures - has died at 84.

RIP

John Wick 4

I saw this with LuLu at the 9:50pm showing yesterday at Showtime Cinema, off Loomis Rd.  We were just about the only people left in the building by the time it ended. 

I love the Wick franchise and enjoyed the heck out of this film, but I will not pretend that it was little more than a expertly choreographed, bloody carnival ride. 

If you want plot and character depth and even the slightest bit of realism, go watch the masterful first entry in the series and leave the rest of us alone with the subsequent violent fluff LOL

Keston Hiura Deserves Better

The Brewers have been doing this guy dirty for years now. Giving him bits and pieces, never letting him regain his rhythm, passing him over for bums. He deserves better - and not just because he looks a bit like YaYa's boyfriend. I hope eventually he finds his footing with a team that values him. 

 

Kahuna B Chillin

Photo by Junie

Why?

 why is there a Miami fire truck in Milwaukee Wisconsin?  I need to know  - YaYa

answer from a FB friend: They're built up in Oshkosh then they drive them to their destination. Likely on the way to Miami for delivery.

I Remember - Crown Music

Crown Music, at  2637 S. KK, the current home of Front Room Photography, is where I took guitar lessons in 1987. The owner, my instructor, passed of cancer shortly after I quit.

Good Job Smiley!

Proud of the fact that all 3 of my adult children see voting as an important responsibility. Today was Smiley's first time.

Edit: He had to vote early, he will be out of the country. - Lisa

 some people really just have to be the victim in everything. - LuLu (and it isn't about a family member) 

Happy birthday uncle Danny

 Happy birthday uncle Danny!!!

This the only photo I can find rivht now with one of the babies!!!

Thank you for sacrificing your day for Aliyah’s birthday party!

We love youuuuuu - Caitlin

Day 4

Um, I just stood up waaay too fast and it felt like I ripped open my belly on the inside. I mean, I literally (close your ears kids) felt the pain all the way through my testicles.

I guaranty Lisa never felt *that* when she had her gallbladder removed back in '18.

Anyway, aside from that, my recovery is doing fine on day 4. The bruising is peaking visually, but they don't bother me. The four incisions are still painful, especially the one the surgeon said he had to expand, but they're tolerable most of the time (unless I'm driving in a car on Milwaukee streets. Every square foot of road in this town is a pothole, a future pothole, or a poorly repaired pothole, and brother, each kind HURTS.)

But the stomach pain and digestive issues I've dealt with for years? Gone. Hopefully forever, because if this just a brief respite from it I'm gonna be mighty upset.

So yeah, while I remain no fan of surgery at-all - and yeah, there are folks that seems to dig it - I guess this one was worth the effort.

*by the way, I forgot to mention the surgeon claimed to have removed a gallstone the size of a large Jawbreaker candy during the surgery. I claim b.s., but I'm told he was being literal. If true, no wonder the bugger hurt for so long.

Kahuna!

 Pics by Smiley

Don't Be Like Tom

Few things are as obnoxious as a British man protesting St. Patrick's Day with a mixture of anti-Catholic, and anti-Irish bulls**t.  F Tom. Don't be like Tom. 

 

Lance Reddick

Lance Reddick, the actor who's suave but creepy characters graced The Wire, Lost, and the John Wick franchise, died suddenly today at age 60.

RIP.

The Multiverse Better be Real

Remember my humiliation at having to call someone to change my tire the day after Lisa's accident? 

Well when he arrived I went out and talked to him while he changed it, explaining that part of the jack was missing. He didn't care - he flat out said he preferred that I call so he got paid LOL, and we got to chatting. 

Inevitably, as we're standing outside in the cold, snow still falling, me with a flat tire on this car and another car totalled in  a sheriff's lot, and him kneeling in snow to change said tire, we got to bitching about how life is hard far too often. 

"You know, and man, don't laugh at this - but when I was a kid, I used to go through the Sears catalog and pick out what suits I'd wear when I was President." I said. 

"That's weird," he said, "cuz I used to do almost the same thing. I never wanted to be President, but I used to pretend I was Chairman of the Joint Chiefs [of Staff], making a report at the White House." 

"Huh," I said, a little flummoxed at the similar memories. 

"Maybe there's a multiverse for real," I said, "and somewhere out there, right now at this moment, there's a world where I'm the President and you're Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, and Biden and Harris are busy changing a f-ing tire." 

He laughed. "I hope." 

I'm Still Kickin'

Alright, I survived, Ides of March be damned. Look at me, one-upping Caesar. 

We arrived at 7:15, as requested, and I brought my Nook and phone because I was supposed to have a few hours before surgery. I was looking forward to the chance to read. Alas, the first appointment cancelled and I was moved up on the calendar, and had no time for so much as a page. 

The surgery went well (I'm told)  except that the incision on my upper left abdomen (one of four) had to be extended and hacked at a bit, so I was told to expect additional pain while that healed. 

Oh, and they shaved my tummy. I look like a cherub from my waist to just below my chest, then resume my Neanderthal ways.

We were out and on our way home shortly after 1pm (although I would have preferred to rest a few more hours; they kinda shove you out the door). 

The rest of the day was a mix of sleep, and Lisa forcing pills on me, and a misguided drive to pick up Junie at 6 that left me vomiting and a painful mess. I think I'll bus it for a few days, thank you much. 

One thing of note: the hospital delivered my medication to my room without much of an explanation, or at least one I recalled in my fugue. When I got home I had pretty severe sinus pain (from the anesthesia I'd imagine) and noticed there was a nasal inhaler included in the bag. Ok, they must have anticipated my problem and accounted for it. 

Uh, good thing we read labels. The instructions were to take it, then immediately call 911. 

It was Narcan. 

Apparently, if you're prescribed opiods for pain, the hospital tosses in Narcan along with it.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. A little insulted. sure. A little concerned I was taking it away from someone who needed it (I called the pharmacy and they assured me there is no shortage).  A little miffed that the industry that created the problem "solves" it by tossing another drug into the mix. And happy that it was given for free, and didn't add to my already high bill for the day. 

Anway, the incisions hurt. I've only eaten light snacks because I remain a little nauseous. And my work cell keeps ringing even tho' I took medical days this week and gave everyone ample notice to work around my absence. 

But I'll be as good as new soon enough. :)

Surgery Tomorrow

Sometime last year I started complaining about stomach pain on the right side, especially in the morning. I pestered by GP long enough for him to schedule me for an ultrasound, which revealed gallstones. 

And that was that. No follow-up care, no mention of it really. Not from the Dr. 

Then last month I started getting nauseous after every meal, sometimes vomited ferociously, and, um, you know, had meals leave abruptly from the alternate exit too.  By February 25th I was worn out, miserable, and my side hurt too. 

Now, keep in mind that the pain never went higher than a 5 on the 1-10 scale, was more often in the 3 or 4 range, and never really matched the hip in that department. So the pain was tolerable for me, and I prefered to spend the rest of the weekend on the computer and going to Collectivo with LuLu. 

But Lisa was a g*damn pest, literally packing some clothes and saying she'd leave for the weekend if I didn't go to the ER. Ok. Still not going. Deductibles, ya'll.  Then she called my MOM, like I was a damn child. And she called YaYa. And my mother-in-law. And my niece. And she had them all henpeck me in the worst tradition of the female of the species. 

So I went to the ER. I had an IV, another ultrasound, which said the gallstones were there and presumably gnarly, and they offered me two choices: I could go home and schedule a mandatory surgery to remove the gallbladder in the next few weeks, or I could check into the hospital and have emergency surgery in the next couple days. 

I chose the former option, and Lisa got mad and went to sit in the car until I was done in the ER LOL

Anyway, tomorrow is the surgery. 

I don't like that they scheduled it for the Ides of March. I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious and there are days I avoid: Pearl Harbor Day, 9/11, February 3rd (the death of Buddy Holly), November 22nd (JFK's assassination) the Ides of March, and March 6th (the Fall of the Alamo). So if something goes wrong, you know what to blame. 

Anyway, wish me well. 

Lunch

This wasn't bad at all, and healthy too! . Cauliflower rice, ground turkey, black beans, and tomatoes. 

Victoria's Secret

 I know Victoria's secret

And, girl, you wouldn't believe

She's an old man who lives in Ohio

Making money off of girls like me"

Cashin' in on body issues

Sellin' skin and bones with big boobs

I know Victoria's secret

She was made up by a dude (dude)

Victoria was made up by a dude (dude)

Victoria was made up by a dude

If you aren't exposed to TikTok or Top 40 radio maybe you don't know of the song 'Victoria's Secret' by Jax. It is a catchy tune, certainly promotes a positive body image for women, and I am pleased to say that I knew of Jax, and her social media presence, long before the song became a radio hit. 

But Saturday morning Lisa and I listened to an interview with Jax in which she was praised umpteen times for exposing the "truth" behind Victoria's Secret - that it isn't run or founded by someone named Victoria, but instead is or was run by a businessman in Ohio.* The topic of the day, apparently, was this stunning bit of insider knowledge. 

I was annoyed and ranted to Lisa.

"WTF thought 'Victoria's Secret' was named after the founder? Dude. It's alluding to the Victorian era and pointing out that the fact that even a prim and proper woman can be sexy in the bedroom. I mean, come on. I got it the first time I heard it as a kid. Who are these idiots? Who doesn't know that?"

Silence. 

"Dan, I guarantee you I never once thought Victoria's Secret had anything to do with the Royal Family or anything that you just said, and neither has any woman I've ever met."

*It was actually founded by a married couple, so a woman *did* help found it but it was later sold to and expanded by said "old man in Ohio." And yes, I'm right about the meaning of the name. I just checked. So pbbbtt.