On the 11 month anniversary of the Breaking of the Ankle, Keith had an appointment with the specialist - or one of his minions, anyway, who told him that the pain he is still suffering is because the joint has now become arthritic. Two solutions are possible:
1. An ankle replacement
2. For the joint to be fused, which would result in far less pain but would, of course, mean that he would have no mobility in it.
So an ankle replacement would seem to be the best choice, except that he thinks it unlikely that anyone will do it because of his existing vein problems.
When he broke his ankle, he was coming back from the shop where he had just bought a bottle of whisky and a large cream sponge cake, neither of which he was supposed to be buying - you'd think it would have put him off both for life!
Dream on...
Enough is enough!
I'm not generally renowned for my patience but I think in this respect, I have demonstrated a reasonable track record, but enough is enough.
I'm talking about a character who imaginatively calls himself 'anonymous' and who, after spending many hours trawling through my blog decided, a little while ago, to 'entertain' us with a range of snide, vicious and vacuous comments. Now I have this belief that people are entitled to their opinions and obviously. the comments box on a blog is one of the places where opinions can be aired but most people tend to confine their comments, however loosely, to the content of the post in question. Furthermore, and 'anonymous' will have great difficulty understanding this, the vast majority of those who do leave comments, tend to be polite. So for all of you out there who do take the time and trouble to leave comments, may I just say how much I enjoy reading them and responding to them. (Yes, even you, YP and Craig! :))
I have been quite amused by the efforts of 'anonymous' and I have appreciated the counter-comments of other fellow bloggers and friends but now I've had enough. One recent comment asked me why I don't block him as it spoils the reading of this blog, so I have decided that, as from now, I shall delete any comments made by this person.
Anonymous, you are of the opinion that I am a sad, over the hill has-been who can't write to save her life and whilst this may or may not be true, to me IT DOESN'T MATTER! I am happy in my life and I have only pity for you, my friend, because you so obviously are not.
I'm talking about a character who imaginatively calls himself 'anonymous' and who, after spending many hours trawling through my blog decided, a little while ago, to 'entertain' us with a range of snide, vicious and vacuous comments. Now I have this belief that people are entitled to their opinions and obviously. the comments box on a blog is one of the places where opinions can be aired but most people tend to confine their comments, however loosely, to the content of the post in question. Furthermore, and 'anonymous' will have great difficulty understanding this, the vast majority of those who do leave comments, tend to be polite. So for all of you out there who do take the time and trouble to leave comments, may I just say how much I enjoy reading them and responding to them. (Yes, even you, YP and Craig! :))
I have been quite amused by the efforts of 'anonymous' and I have appreciated the counter-comments of other fellow bloggers and friends but now I've had enough. One recent comment asked me why I don't block him as it spoils the reading of this blog, so I have decided that, as from now, I shall delete any comments made by this person.
Anonymous, you are of the opinion that I am a sad, over the hill has-been who can't write to save her life and whilst this may or may not be true, to me IT DOESN'T MATTER! I am happy in my life and I have only pity for you, my friend, because you so obviously are not.
Scones for a lifetime
Keith has decided that if he lives out his generally accepted allotted timespan of three score years and ten, or to stretch it a bit, three score years and fifteen, assuming that he eats three scones a day (which he shouldn't be doing anyway as he's supposed to be on a diet!), he is only going to be able to enjoy about 15000 more. (Actually it would be more like 16500, but who's quibbling?)
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
The ankle
New Year - and diet and excercise loom large on the horizon, but now that I no longer have my dog, Lucy, walking has lost its appeal, although I still do it when I can. However, Keith has a lovely exercise bike upstairs ... or at least. he did have, until he took it off to the shop so that he can use it at odd times during the day.
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
Blonde power!
This one is specially for Elder Daughter. She always enjoys 'blonde' jokes - courtesy of TK, as always.
A Blonde's Year in Review
January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.
February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels.....Helloooo!!!.....bottles won't fit in printer !!!
March - Got really excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months.....box said "2-4 years!"
April - Trapped on escalator for hours ..... power went out!!!
May - Tried to make Kool-Aid.....wrong instructions....8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!
June - Tried to go water skiing.....couldn't find a lake with a slope.
July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....learned later, the otherswimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!
August - Got locked out of my car in rain storm.....car swamped because soft-top was open.
September - The capital of California is "C".....isn't it???
October - Hate M & M's.....they are so hard to peel.
November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days ... instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!
December - Couldn't call 911 ..... "duh".....there's no "eleven" button on the stupid phone!!!
A Blonde's Year in Review
January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.
February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels.....Helloooo!!!.....bottles won't fit in printer !!!
March - Got really excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months.....box said "2-4 years!"
April - Trapped on escalator for hours ..... power went out!!!
May - Tried to make Kool-Aid.....wrong instructions....8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!
June - Tried to go water skiing.....couldn't find a lake with a slope.
July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....learned later, the otherswimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!
August - Got locked out of my car in rain storm.....car swamped because soft-top was open.
September - The capital of California is "C".....isn't it???
October - Hate M & M's.....they are so hard to peel.
November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days ... instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!
December - Couldn't call 911 ..... "duh".....there's no "eleven" button on the stupid phone!!!
Cows???
"The A483 is closed," Keith announced this morning, having just watched the local news on television.
"Oh no! Why?"
(The concern being because it is on my route to work and I am not very familiar with alternative routes. )
"There are some cows on it."
Could only happen in Wales, really, couldn't it?
I went to get my GPS set up.
"Oh no! Why?"
(The concern being because it is on my route to work and I am not very familiar with alternative routes. )
"There are some cows on it."
Could only happen in Wales, really, couldn't it?
I went to get my GPS set up.
It's a man's life
According to TK, this is the best joke of 2007 - or was it 2006? Judge for yourselves:
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the cheque book.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.Then it was already 1P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. He ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home.
Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed.
At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said:
-"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day.Please, oh! oh! please, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel You have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the cheque book.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.Then it was already 1P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. He ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home.
Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed.
At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said:
-"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day.Please, oh! oh! please, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel You have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."
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