Heeeere's Connie!

(Minor tribute to Johnny Carson, RIP)

I know, I've been so bad about blogging and everything, I've just been trying to concentrate on healing and family issues. I am only working two hours a day, just enough to put out fires and come home, but it's not work that has been bothering me as much as driving. My pain ranges from 3-5 on a 1-10 scale, but it's mostly manageable. I have sensation in my right nipple, but none in my left. I am still thrilled my surgeon was able to reconstruct my breasts without a free nipple transfer (loss of ALL sensation and ability to breast feed). She is amazing.

My grandmother in Montana passed away on Wednesday, so it's been a hard week. She was 90, so she lived a nice, full life and I am grateful she went quickly. My parents packed up and drove thru the night to get there by Thursday evening and so far, everything has gone smoothly. The funeral will be on Tuesday. I pray that her spirit will find rest and peace in the next life.

Sarah had her wisdom teeth out and she's doing well. Lindi is working hard and taking great care of me. BIG THANKS to Lorene Dylan Toni and Rob for coming to cheer me up in the hospital and for Jennifer coming to visit me afterward.

I will try and start blogging again as soon as I can.

Part II

OK, follow up question:

What's the best way to ask to see said post-surgery boobies?

Send an email? Give a call? Show up with flowers? Offer candy? Take her to a movie? Write second thinly-veiled post on this person's website?

I mean, I know what worked in high school, but I've been out of the game for a while now and, besides, Connie probably won't fall for the same tricks that Julianne did in 11th grade.

Suggestions?

Hypothetics

(Is hypothetics even a word? Whatever...)

So, this is my quandry:

I've never been one to stay current on social mores and ettiquette, so I have to turn to Connie's readership for guidance. Hopefully, you all can help me out...

Hypothetically speaking, let's say someone gets their boobs de-biggified. Not biggified; de-biggified. And, lets just say that the person comes out of the procedure okay and its all confirmed and what not that the person is doing well and semi-kicking. (Remember, this is purely hypothetical...)

Is it wrong to ask to see the de-biggified boobies?

(Hear me out!)

Granted, you never saw the original set. That's on the table. You never saw the pre-op big'un's and your relationship is completely platonic, considering you're well-married and the hypothetical person is a lesbian. But, you know the person (who is a dear friend) is proud of her new set and you've heard rumors and discussion that the new set is fabulous. Is it wrong to, on a purely scientific/emotional/platonic/non-pervy/somewhat-pervy/medical/documentary level, ask to see the boobies?

Your input? Greatly appreciated - thanks.

HA HA CONNIE LET ME IN!

She actually let me in earlier, but Lorene beat me to the link (the bitch!).
I just had to let you all know the best part of the Connie Boobie surgery was the druggie loopie Connie blurting out, "I don't think uteruses have cup sizes."

I looked on WEBMD and no Connie, they don't.

I promise.

Up for 5 minutes

Hello all! I am up at the computer for a couple of minutes to thank everyone for their kindness, prayers, cards, gifts and energy. Little victories are marking the days and I am excited. It's hard to believe that when I look down, the "boys" are a nice firm size D and they are mine!!!

I couldn't have had a better experience and the staff and professionals at Huntsman were even better than I anticipated, if that was possible.

My dr is due to release me to work on the 24th. I know I need the time, but I am a little stir crazy.

Okay, that's all for now. Love to all... keep a posting!

Update on Connie

Hello everyone. I spoke with Connie briefly yesterday and she is just recovering at a remarkable rate! She has taken herself off of the prescribed pain killers because they were giving her horrible nightmares and she has been doing fantastic without them. She is taking Tylenol to ease any discomfort.

Yesterday was her first day "by herself" and she did just fine. She is a little stir crazy and really wants to get back to work and get out of her house. She is pretty sure that at her next doctor appointment she will be released back for work part-time, and after hearing the stress in her voice because she is stuck at home, I think it would be a really good thing.

She sends her love and blessing to everyone and thanks everybody for their continued support.

More on Connie...

Hello everyone. Connie was released from the hospital yesterday at noon, believe it or not, and is doing AWESOME. She is in a bit of pain, which is to be expected for the first two days after surgery. She is being well taken care of, has lots of support from her family and friends, and just could not be doing better. Thank you to every one for their love and energy....I know she appreciates it.

Legalization of Prostitution: Pros and Cons.

First, the Gov't has no business telling me who I can or can't screw, and for the most part it doesn't. Secondly, prostitution in some forms already exists. I take a date out to Burger King, I'm lucky to get some manual manipulation. The Ground Round would probably get me a blow job. Top of the Hub would have me banging all night. Either way, I'm paying, it's just the amount that differs.

So what if I decide to save time and cut out the middle activity? It's less of a crap shoot, too. Any of the above activities doesn't guarantee I'll get some action. I might get ripped off. Just like giving someone 20 bucks to step behind 7-11 and them running off instead. Now, if prostitution were legal, I could run her down and get her for theft. It would also allow me a certain level of security. It should be run by the private sector, like all businesses should, but fall under health guidelines like the food service industry. (heh. food service) If you have a rat infestation, you can't serve food. Well, the same thing applies if you have running sores on your coochie. You're out of work. Regular check ups and certification required. Heck, that opens up a whole new line of work. People checking whores for bad coochies. (ok, ok, or dongs for warts. Lord knows why women would need a prostitute, though, unless it was a female one. You're in hard shape if you can't get a man for free. We're easy.)

Some might say it will ruin the community. I happen to agree. I wouldn't want Wanda standing next to my kid's bus stop at night when he gets home. That's an easy fix, though. We already have zoning ordinances for businesses. Just add prostitution to the list. No whoring in a school zone. No whoring in residential neighborhoods. Stand out in front of Walmart.

I guess I lean more towards my Libertarian side on social issues. Stop legislating morals.

More info on Connie from Lorene

Hi again. Connie came out of surgery at 5:30 pm last night and did WONDERFUL. Her doctor actually said, "I broke one of my own rules.....I gave her better looking boobs than mine." She was in her own room by 6:30 and asleep. I visited her for about two hours with a group of friends and by the time we left she was drinking Sprite and sipping broth and eating a popsicle. She looked absolutely great and had average pain. She should be out by Sunday and "resting" for the first week and then after that she is going to be learning how to do things that the rest of us take for granted...learning how to pick things up again, learning how to balance....all of the stuff she has been doing with the HUGE hooters she had before and that she no longer has.

Hmmmm, decisions decisions...

Well, Connie foolishly left me the keys to her house while she's out doing something I personally can't fathom doing, but hey. Unfortunately, I can't for the life of me think of a single thing to post.

I guess I could post about how happy I am to see Gonzales confirmed.......Nah.

I could post about how unsurpising it is to see more Clinton finance corruption........Nah.

I could post about how funny it was to see Boxer cry at Bush's certification........Nah.

I'm fresh out of ideas. Here's what I'll do. I'll let YOU decide what I should post about. You name it. If I don't have an opinion on the topic I'll make one. If I don't have that story in my head I'll fake it.

If there isn't an overwhelming cry for something specific, which I don't anticipate, I'll pick anything I want. Actually, I doubt anyone will even comment. They're probably all off watching the destruction of a perfectly good set of boobs. Oh the horror.

Current Status on Connie

Hi everyone, this is Connie's friend Lorene. At 8:45 am, Connie was at the Huntsman Center for surgery. They decided to first put in a "guide wire" to locate the mass that they needed to remove in her breast during the surgery. She went to the U of U hospital where she underwent the guide wire surgery, it last approximately 1.5 hours. She then went back to the Huntsman Cancer Center where they got her good and drugged up on Valium and then at a little before noon she underwent the actual surgery. The doctot is approximating the surgery length of 2 to 6 hours and so I will be going up there to be with her when she wakes up. As of right now, she is doing wonderful and has her family waiting patiently for her in the waiting room. I will post again later tonight or tomorrow morning.....send her your energy because she will need it.

A Wonderful Surprise...

Found today at LatinL's Weblog:

"Before I end this, there is one last thing I must write.

Yesterday, the lovely Connie left a very touching comment to my post. I've always kept track of her site, sometimes visiting twice a week or so, leaving a comment here and there. When I visited her site today, I noticed something different; she added my blog to her site.

'Holy shit!', I thought, 'This woman is going through breast reduction surgery to help prevent getting breast cancer, and, she added my blog to her blogroll.'

Wow.

The least I can do is reciprocate the favor.

God Bless, Goddess. You'll be in my thoughts. I'll be visiting a church tomorrow, and, will say a prayer for you.

It's the least I can do. "

And Here She Is!

Sage, born at 3:07am, 7lbs 7oz, 19 1/4 inches long.



She is just gorgeous. And she has the crooked fingers just like Lindi and Sarah.

SAGE IS HERE!!!

3am this morning, 7lb 7oz Sage was born in St. Marks hospital. We are so excited we can't believe it. We will be getting pics tonight and I will post some tomorrow.

Lindi is finally an official AUNT LINDI!

Makes you want to have one of your own.

Getting Things Set Up

I've invited some of the regulars to post here while I am temporarily laid up. Just the smattering of the G-fry, Tubbs, Dogsnot Boys, Quietwater Gods and some of my Locals who will probably spread all sorts of dirt about me, I am sure.

If you haven't received an invite and want to post here for the next couple of weeks, email me and I will be happy to invite ya!

Another Blog

I created a new Blog to chronicle the breast reduction. If you are nice, I might give you the address if you ask. I wanted a place to go and write my feelings and thoughts and hopefully help anyone who is considering a breast reduction.

So, I if iI don't post as much here as you would expect... sorry. I didn't think y'all wanted to know every single detail of the reduction.

Unbought and Unbossed...

"Tremendous amounts of talent are being lost to our society just because that talent wears a skirt."

Shirley Chisholm dies at age 80
First black woman elected to Congress fought for minorities

Monday, January 3, 2005

MIAMI, Florida (AP) -- Shirley Chisholm, an advocate for minority rights who became the first black woman elected to Congress and later the first black person to seek a major party's nomination for the U.S. presidency, has died. The Rev. Jesse Jackson called her a "woman of great courage."

Standing up for minorities, voting for whites over blacks, even visiting George Wallace in the hospital after he was shot during the height of the Civil Rights Movement - fair, loud and an inspiration to all. Her motto was "If you're not going to help me, get out of my way!"

She ran for president in 1972 - unheard of for a black, let alone a black woman...

"I stand before you today as a candidate for the Democratic nomination for the Presidency of the United States. I am not the candidate of black America, although I am black and proud. I am not the candidate of the women's movement of this country, although I am a woman, and I am equally proud of that. I am not the candidate of any political bosses or special interests. I am the candidate of the people."

Shirley was a congresswoman, a motivational and inspirational speaker, a campaign pro and an amazing person. To lose a person of this caliber, even at her late age, is to lose part of the breath of change. I am grateful to her for starting and continuing to fan the flames of change.

Do I Have to go to Work?

I got up early today. I am glad I did since my car conked out on me about half a mile from a gas station… it went from having gas to nothing and then just died. Plus, I had Sarah in the car and it was on a four lane street with no pull out - and I was to blocking a lane. I pushed the car for a half a block and then I simply couldn’t push anymore. Lindi came to my rescue (she was faster than AAA) and now I have to get my car in to check the gas gauge. Yay. But I was only 10 minutes late for work, so that’s good. My head is killing me and my leg is in pain, but I had to try. As my friend Michelle says, “Stupid, Stupid shit!” Yeah, but what ya gonna do?

I am getting excited for my surgery this Friday. Excited and scared at the same time. I have paperwork all finished, arrangements are made. Then we find out Sarah needs to have her wisdom teeth out asap, so we were able to schedule it for Thursday afternoon. Great, Lindi has two sickies at home.

And if that wasn’t enough, our sister in law, due to deliver Lindi’s first niece, may have to induce on Friday. Poor Lindi is going to freak out. I’ll be in one hospital, Beth will be in another and Sarah will be crashing on someone’s couch somewhere doped up and swollen like a chipmunk.

So, I will be pushing for 2 nights in the hospital. It seems like the best course of action. IV pain meds will simply be the highlight. I hope Beth delivers sooner, I would like to hold the child within the first 6 weeks of her life.

Did I mention I don’t want to be here today? Lorene tells me I am here to entertain her. I am so happy I am fulfilling my destiny! *wink*

Letters Home

Hi, I hope every thing goes well [with my surgery]. I look forward to hearing from you. I'm trying to send you a few photos let me know if you get them.

Take care, Scott.

PS: [About my unit] Around 150 men, No women (I wish), I haven't ran in to him [my cousin Robbie].
......…......
Happy New Year!!!!

What’s going on? How are you feeling? Any good new years parties?

The Iraqis [in the picture] help with some of their rockets. No one got hurt.

Thank you for the box and the pictures. I liked the high lights. I gave a lot of the candy to the other guys in my section and some to the kids in the towns we visit.

There are 4 guys in my team: 1Lt. Allen, Sgt. Scown, and PFC. Pantone. I think sometimes they keep me sane.

Well, take care and I hope to hear from you soon. Scott

It made my morning to find out that Scott received his package so quickly, just in time to ring in the New Year. It makes me so grateful for people like him, serving our country and representing us in such a fine way. I have a picture in my head of Scott in his uniform passing out candy to Iraqi children. It brings tears to my eyes. Then I hear about rockets and bombs and mess halls being blown up and I can’t imagine what they are living with.

So, it looks like I have a team of four gentlemen to take care of during their tour. That’s okay by me! For Valentines, each of them will get a care package inside a big care package. I have heard they enjoy baby wipes because they can clean their faces and hands without water – plus they are portable. So I will send five packs of wipes, deodorant, lotion, sunscreen, lip balm and antibacterial hand gels. And of course, letters to the other men in his team thanking them for keeping my Scottie safe and sane. I will have to get it together by the end of the month to make sure it gets to my boys by Valentines.

Holy Christ!

A West Valley City man shot and killed his wife and then turned the gun on himself outside the couple's home following an argument Sunday night.
Neighbors told police they heard shouting, then several rounds of gunfire, said West Valley City police Lt. Bill Frohlich.
The woman was unloading some groceries from a van parked on the street around 8:30 p.m. when the argument began. The couple's two young daughters were seated in the van when the man came out of the home and shot the woman with a handgun. The couple's 17-year-old son heard the shots from inside the home, ran to the street and worked to revive his mother.
Investigators were not sure how much of the incident was witnessed by the girls, who ran to a neighbor's house after the gunfire.
Police arrived at the home near 3700 South 7000 West to find the man and the woman lying in the street, the boy nearby.

No big deal. They are just Dylan’s Parent’s neighbors – Dylan’s neighbors until about 8 months ago when Dylan and Lorene got a house.

What is this world coming to? Those poor children!

How'bout them UTES!!!

WINNERS OF THE FIESTA BOWL!!! UNDEFEATED SEASON!!!

There's my boys!

Now, let's see them say Utah doesn't have any good football here!