Monday, November 24, 2008

READY FOR TAKE OFF SIR

So in typical Murphy's Law fashion I slipped on the ice on the porch today.  My back is slowly but surely getting tighter and tighter.  I am on like 2000 of ibuprofen and hoping that my back feels better before the whole in my stomach burns the rest of the way through.  At 52 years old this is nothing all that new to me, I have done the steroid packs and the muscle relaxer thing due to everything from slipped disc to major muscle pulls.  This feels more like a hip pointer mixed with a muscle pull, but hey I have a flight to catch tomorrow and am 2526 miles away from my Dr.s office so hopefully we will just tough this one out.  I can always go to the ER in Santa Rosa if it persists, sounds like a lovely way to spend Thanksgiving.

While I and my brother are all packed and ready for our big trip tomorrow it was anything but easy with me screaming in pain with each movement, all the while trying to figure out what he wanted me to pack for him, all of his answers to my questions coming out in his new voice which sounds like a cross between Carl in Slingblade ummhummm and Darth Vadar haaaaaaaaaaa.  For those of you who have not been playing along, Don (my brother) is a recent stroke victim and the main reason I am in Pittsburgh.  I know I am on my way to hell for seeing the humor in everything he does but I was probably well on my way before this.  He is my big brother and I love him dearly but he was a freak before the stroke so LOL.

I am imagining us heading through Pittsburgh International Airport tomorrow looking a bit like the Mummy and Frankenstein taking a Holiday.  Me with my entire back rigid and stiff playing the role of Frank, Don with his left side partially paralyzed dragging along at my side we should make quite the spectacle.  Actually we have been sitting here laughing our senior citizen asses off about it for the better part of the evening.

I just had to throw this out there.....wish us luck....not taking a laptop with me but of course my niece and nephew both have mac books that their wonderful Uncle Jim bought them for their birthdays last year so I should be updating at some point, hopefully that is.

Gooble gooble and all of that...

Remember this is the Holiday that it is okay to talk about big breasts at the dinner table.




12 comments:

Michelle J said...

Hmmm, i eat those big breasts at the dinner table!! But, yeah we can talk about it first if you want!!!

I am sorry about your back dude!! I hope you feel better like NOW!!! Stretching may help?? Or not? Just have some alcohol, that may soothe it!!!

Enjoy your turkey day! Your funny and i like you!!!

smellyshelley said...

LOL at the image of you and your brother walking through the airport! Can you video tape it?

Happy Thanksgiving. I'm envious that you are spending it with all your brothers and sisters...my family is scattered this year.

adventure grrl said...

Now that I read your post, all I want to do at Thanksgiving is tell the hostess how delicious her breasts are.

I'll probably be thrown out!

Feel better :)

Simplicity said...

Sorry to hear about your back. I'm enjoying reading your blog, though. :) Thanks for sharing so candidly!

JIMSIGHT said...

You gals kill me....the flight was hilarious..lucky I upgraded us to 1st Class for the long leg of the journey...definitely will be writing a story on this trip...

Charmaine said...

Breasts? Did someone say breasts?

What I want to know is what you meant in saying that your brother was a "freak" before his stroke.

JIMSIGHT said...

Long story will send you an e-mail or write a blog, but for starters he is a way over the top Catholic, only attends Latin Mass. He watches the Catholic Channel, yes they have one.
He collects anything to do with street cars or the three stooges...his house is decorated in early Vatican...this is for starters.

SSP said...

in that i am sharing the day, the week (the endless friggin' week) with MY family, I can chuckle along with you....if ever there were an assortment of freaks, I would be in their midst!!! sorry to hear about your back...hope you get some rest - and go easy on those breasts....save some room for PIE!!

Charmaine said...

This just in...the hostess of my Thanksgiving had the kind of breast that must be congratulated.

I didn't mean to...but I could not stop staring.

Why do women with breast implants flaunt them so?

It wasn't until I turned 47 (and there was less interesting beauty to be found in my face) that I started showing off a bit of cleavage.

I only ever had one cleavage disaster. But women with breast implants are unashamed. They don't have cleavage disasters. They are planned cleavage events.

Charmaine said...

The Pool Boy "Breasts Unleashed" date has already gone down into history.

It was more traumatic for me then for you. Trust me.

Charmaine said...

Jimmmmm

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Briana said...

I am not a total prude, but when I am referring to breasts (not on poultry), I call it "bosom". The word "breast" just seems to have become over-sexualized (unless you are saying breast-feeding). The fact that this generally makes people laugh is just a bonus.