The Zombie Wubby

Journey has this squeaky toy that looks like a duck bill platypus on acid and this thing keeps coming back from the dead. The only thing I have not done is bury in the back yard. She insists that this thing be in the bed with us when I go to bed and if it is not, I have to get up nd find it and put it in the bed with us. I have thrown this thing so much for her I believe I may need rotator cuff surgery as soon as my knee heals. I guess it is her security blanket

A Long Time

When I made my last post, I did not realize it had been 2 1/2 years since I had posted on this blog. I either had nothing to say or I figured no one would care anyway. I will have to go with no one cares but that is ok. We all have our own thing going on. I am watching one of those car restoration shows on the satellite. I wonder what it would take to restore my old 1989 Nissan Sentra? My guess is $100 and a case of beer. The first car I remember my family having was a 1965 Mercury Comet. I remember it had a 289 small-block in it and my Dad said it would scream. I do not even see those cars when I go to car shows.

Two Weeks Post Op

I am two weeks post-op from knee replacement and I am bored out of my mind. That is why I am now blogging (again.) Physical therapy is going well and everyone is taking good care of me. I could never repay them- my family my friends, my animals- for all of the kindness that I have been shown over the past couple of weeks. I could write or finish my book (writing it, not reading it), and I have several things I could be editing. Motivation is a big problem as I take at least three naps a day (I wonder why I don't sleep well at night) and I have already worn out one of my recliners.