Sunday, May 23, 2010

Well I'll Be Damned...

It still works.

The old world has done did a whole lotta spinning 'round since I posted last.  Everything has been good and all that jazz, I just got really really busy with stuff.   What kinda stuff, says you?   Well, all kinds of stuff.  Work stuff.  Life stuff.  Family stuff.  Health stuff.  You know, stuff.

The latest though, I've spent the last 3 days sicker than a wormy mule.   I had some sort of something that made me cough so hard I kept having to swallow my lungs back down.  It was pretty horrifying the first time or two, but I got used to it.   Seriously though, Sal and I just don't go to the doctor for much stuff... and we never go to the hospital or ER.  We just don't.  Yesterday was bad enough that she asked me on 3 occasions if it was time to go to the emergency room.   I didn't.   I feel better today.  I think I'm gonna live.   Hoo Freakin' Ray.   Did you know you can pick up a good used iron lung on Ebay?  Me neither.

I may have to ease back into this whole blogging thing friends.  Be gentle with me.  Use lube.  Thanks.

Oh heck, here.   I got you a picture to look at.  I don't know what it means or anything, but it's nice to look at.  Print it out real big and hang it above your desk.




Okay.  That's it.  I'm just easin' back into the funny...

11 comments:

The Retired One said...

Good to see you back, Jace...I was worried about you!
Oh, and that pinkish gray thing laying on your floor? That's your lung...you are gonna want to bring that to the Doc to see if you can reattach it.
Oh, and that photo? It has to be illegal in several countries.
Please, do not try this at home.......

Scope said...

Glad you got better from the whole "hoarking up a lung" budiness. Now I can tell the vodoo priestess with the chicken bones and the snake that she can stop her healing dance marathon.

And at least you didn't have the fiery squirst. Having them and a coughin' jag is a VERY BAD COMBINATION. Let me just say I had to burn 2 sets of sheet, a sofa, and a gold fish once because of that. (The gold fished died from the trauma of witnessing the whole sad state of affairs.)

Venom said...

Oh man, Scope tells it true (don't ask how I know this, I've tried hard to forget the details).

Good to see you're up and barking again!

Venom said...

Oh man, Scope tells it true (don't ask how I know this, I've tried hard to forget the details).

Good to see you're up and barking again!

Gwen said...

Wait just a minute. Are you trying to tell me that the man who endured surgery without anesthesia doesn't like to go to the doctor? REALLY? I'm not buyin' it.

Glad you're feeling better! And that you didn't damage your funny bone while you were horking a lung.

SkylersDad said...

Glad to hear you escaped the grim reaper and are back on your feet. Is that fellow horking up a fish in the picture you?

MJenks said...

Man...I thought we did some weird shit in my dorm...

Anyway, that guy on the left is enjoying his buddy's puking WAY more than he should be, by rights.

Cora said...

Whaaaa--? I think I'm gonna have nightmares about that picture. Thanks.

OleGrouch said...

Way to go Jace, hope you have gotten some rest, now go to work on that new song, you know the one, with all the pickin in it. B

Jerry said...

Well holy smokes! I got outta the habit of checking the blog, and then when I think about it - voila! There's two new entries!

Re the pic: Yeah........ no. I'll just leave it here in case I need it later. :)

Trigger said...

I saw you at peacefull Bend Sunday and was going to tell you how much we enjoyed it, but I just went through the google account sign up so I could leave this and now I'm too tired