Saturday, early

Crushing "evil", snakes flee ... St. Patrick doth we remember thee.

Anyway, I don't follow patron saints anything, but I bid you a lucky, early, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wearing green is nice, wearing grin is right.

Eating less is a pain in the

stomach. Since I've been eating less and working more, my stomach and body have had to get used to it. Now, at times, my stomach aches for food. Yet, when I sit down, ready to eat, it folds up, pretending. So ... I geel cheated, it's neurotic in a way. Come on, you were wanting food. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Come on, what's wrong?
Nothing.

It's like conversations with a bitter spouse, she just doesn't want to talk about it, but is happy to be mad. I'm left, "WTF, mate?"

Do you want food?
Maybe.

What?
I don't know. Don't touch me.
......
And so ... plateau number one is reached.

I lost some weight. Now, I have to replace fat with muscle before I see any other weight change. That is stage 2. I hope I get through that. I am not disheartened.

Bozo of work

I have now lightly burnt myself several times, got a 110 mild shock and bumped my cranium on a 3' ceiling. Yeah, you could say that I am bearing the marks of a worker there. Now, when I successfully get a grease burn, to add to my other permanent scars of life, I would say that I had just about all the marks I could have.

I just need a red nose and longer shoes... "Heididly ho fellows"!
Bozo Flanders, me

Ring, ring, ring

She got her wings.

Beloved friend, where my sister needed cuddling and a reason to smile, Angel was there for her. Far from an "angel" she was a very good girl, favoring her mommy, and her mommy's mom. She loved mud and was fond of chewing on logs, bark, stones, nearly anything. Notorious for stealing from the table, when she could, she lived with love. Her jogging with Daddy will upset him so. Her loss spells a bitter end to a nice bit of surrealistic joy that my sister could enjoy, share.

Angel developed very aggressive cancer, matasticizing to many organs. Her initial treatment to keep her alive went okay, but the doctors saw the entent of her cancer on her organs and throat, tongue, and she was not going to live long or well.

Play hard little one ... for hopefully Diane will see you in the clouds ... in her heart, as broken as it is. Everyone will find it hard to find a photo without you in it.

Jennifer, Jessica, Jim ... may it be a blessing that you knew her, and she you.

Everybody's kung fu fighting

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Originally uploaded by hapatxn.

I have never seen such a high flying tiger (cat). Beware birds of the wind, for this cat will catch "and kill at will"+. I do not know the photographer.

+ LL Cool J, "Mama Said Knock You Out!"