OK... So I haven't blogged in a while. Well, neither have you so get off my back. Since we last talk a lot has change so I will just get to the point.
When Dede and I got back from Nicaragua we had only what can be described as Ortega's Revenge. (That's only because Nicaragua didn't have a Montezuma) We tried to recover by just sitting around the house for a few days. Instead all we did was sit around the bathroom.
We'd be talking to each and at the same time we'd get the "urging for a purging" if you know what I mean. We'd come back in a few minutes (sometimes longer) and continue our conversation like nothing happened. I love my wife.
Well I got better but Dede's issues continued. So off to the doctor we go. It was a quick visit. A few pleasantries here and there and off you go with your antibiotics. While her body was probably already over the worst of it she took the meds and go better in two days. Come on Jesus! (You have to say it like Jaime)
Well, after that it was business as usual. The week flew in and out with no real milestones to report. I would like to introduce a new segment to the blog. It's called. "What The..." It will be the central location of all of lifes little "what the..." moments. For example. Dede and I were in a Kroger and a random dude starts walking off with our grocery cart. Dede's purse is prominently sitting on top of it screaming; "Hello, and No I'm Not Yours!" I grabed the cart and say; "Excuse me. (While putting the hand out... as if to say... "Ummm, you must be confused.") He sees me and snaps out of his "Where do they keep the Mesquite" daze and realizes that he's about to catch a beat down from angry black man who obvious has very few social skills. He chuckles and walks off with his cart.... yep! the empty one! Hello McFly! Anyway.. Everyone say Hello to the "What The..." Yep I think he's here to stay.
Well I have been excused of writing to much so... holla at ya lata. (That's black for I'm gonna go now. I will write more later. See ya, Bill.)
Nes
When Dede and I got back from Nicaragua we had only what can be described as Ortega's Revenge. (That's only because Nicaragua didn't have a Montezuma) We tried to recover by just sitting around the house for a few days. Instead all we did was sit around the bathroom.
We'd be talking to each and at the same time we'd get the "urging for a purging" if you know what I mean. We'd come back in a few minutes (sometimes longer) and continue our conversation like nothing happened. I love my wife.Well I got better but Dede's issues continued. So off to the doctor we go. It was a quick visit. A few pleasantries here and there and off you go with your antibiotics. While her body was probably already over the worst of it she took the meds and go better in two days. Come on Jesus! (You have to say it like Jaime)
Well, after that it was business as usual. The week flew in and out with no real milestones to report. I would like to introduce a new segment to the blog. It's called. "What The..." It will be the central location of all of lifes little "what the..." moments. For example. Dede and I were in a Kroger and a random dude starts walking off with our grocery cart. Dede's purse is prominently sitting on top of it screaming; "Hello, and No I'm Not Yours!" I grabed the cart and say; "Excuse me. (While putting the hand out... as if to say... "Ummm, you must be confused.") He sees me and snaps out of his "Where do they keep the Mesquite" daze and realizes that he's about to catch a beat down from angry black man who obvious has very few social skills. He chuckles and walks off with his cart.... yep! the empty one! Hello McFly! Anyway.. Everyone say Hello to the "What The..." Yep I think he's here to stay.
Well I have been excused of writing to much so... holla at ya lata. (That's black for I'm gonna go now. I will write more later. See ya, Bill.)
Nes
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