Say something random about you (Part 4)

I'll leave bacon.

LadyNOLA wrote:

Congratulations, PJ, on your son's wedding! That's neat you used the word "chitlens". I remember my mom calling us that, or something like it. It's interesting to see others use that word, and she didn't make it up. My mom had a lot of funny little terms. There's no telling on some of them, which ones she made up and which ones others use.

Thanks, Em. My Mother used to use that expression too. That's where I picked that up. All sorts of "expressions" in our family too. Your Mom sounded like a fun lady.

Nay wrote:

Random:

I am stuffed. Burger. Bacon. Rib fillet.

If I dies in my sleep, please don't leave flowers on my grave. I'm allergic.

Holy Cholesterol, Batman!!! Did you eat that all at one meal? I don't think a burger or bacon is a side dish. Eat a green vegetable or two, Nay. Dang, I'm a Texan and a carnivore and that's even too much meat for me!!

He he.
I said meat.

Sorry, crazy from the heat.




*I'm a poet!!!!!

Dallas wrote:

...that's even too much meat for me!!

He he.
I said meat.

Haha! I thought you were going to write: "That's what she said!"

Julie, I'm glad you looked that up. I was sure I heard they were related, but obviously not.

PJ, thank you. She was a lot of fun. Loved her "kiddos" and was very easy-going and kind. Just curious, where was your mom from? Mine was from Mississippi. I was thinking maybe it was a regional thing.

To answer Nay's question, one possibility I might like to have as my epitaph is a quote from Shakespeare's All's Well That Ends Well: "Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none...".

I survived the summer with child at home. Child is back in school. I now have hours in the day without "Mom! Mom! Mom!" or "Thud!" or "Thunk!" or "Crash!"

LOL, Julie!

Nay wrote:

Oh, I like that one, Emily. I too would choose a Shakespearean quote: To thine own self, be true.

I just watched Hamlet on DVD this past weekend when my dad was in town. I wanted him to see it. I LOVE that play. I was just telling my dad how Hamlet has so many quotes that people either use today or are at least familiar with, even if they don't know where they came from. Your quote by Polonius above was one of them.

Quote :

Random:

TGINF.

Thank Goodness It's NOT Friday?

Hello! I hope everyone is well. Still busy all the time, mostly with work.

Random: I just watched the MGP Trailer. I could barely get through it because of his accent. Scratched it off my must see list.

But I loved The Help! Saw it with a group of girls and we had a blast!

Hi, Kim! You are missed around here.

I think The Help looks really good. Glad to hear you liked it because I'm sure I'll see it eventually.

What's wrong with 'darl'?

Kinda like phone solicitors calling me by my first name.

You can now assume the person has a bad memory and cannot remember names. You can take it upon yourself to reintroduce yourself everytime you see it. "Remember me? I'm ."

That or the person wants to date you.

I guess it's like being called "Hon" or "Sweetie" by a stranger. Especially a female stranger.

I don't usually wait around for telemarketers to call me by my first name. Calling me "Sir" is usually enough to make me hang up on them.


Random:

Sigh, speaking of gender, I have an appointment for a mammogram Thursday. I hate those things. Some things are just not meant to be squished flat.

I asked for a non-squishing mammogram, a thermography, which detects hot spots without squishing, since cancer spots are fed by more blood vessels than normal tissue. There isn't one in my area, so I'm passing.

I also read that every 1 rad of radiation used to detect cancer in a squishing mammogram increases your chance of breast cancer by 1 percent. Mammograms nowadays uses 1 rad, compared to 5-10 rads back in the 70's. More mammograms = more breast cancer. No, thank you.

How come tests for testicular cancer don't involve squishing balls flat? They can use ultrasound? What, ultrasound doesn't penetrate breasts?

I had a short friend describe her mammogram experience. Who came up with the idea of squishing breasts flat between 2 iron plates?

Sharabella, my deepest sympathies.

Mammograms are no picnic, that's for sure. But I have to strongly disagree with the notion that more mammograms equal more breast cancer. Mammograms are extremely important. As some of you know, my mom died two years ago from her third bout with breast cancer. So this is a cause close to my heart. Everyone should start getting them annually starting at the age of 40. However, if you have family history like me, you should start getting them 10 years before the age your family member was the first time they got it. So I had to start getting them at 30.

And yes, they do have breast ultrasounds. My experience has been that they usually do them when they detect something they can't identify on the mammogram, but I don't know if that is the only time they do them. I was in a car accident a year ago. I had some bruising on my breast and bleeding inside of it (the seat belt shoulder strap crossed this breast). The blood inside formed a hematoma. When I went to get my yearly screening mammogram, my hematoma showed up as a mass on it. They had me do another mammomgram (a diagnostic one) and then a breast ultrasound. The radiologist concluded that the mass was consistent with the trauma from my car accident and that it was not cancer. He can't give a 100%, but he felt good enough about it that he only wanted me to follow up with another mammogram in 6 months. I did that, and he still felt that everything was the same and consistent with my car accident. I'm getting another one in another 6 months. There's almost certainly nothing for me to worry about, but it is important for him to be sure and keep an eye on it, especially with my mother's history. Mammograms can save lives. You are supposed to check on your own too once a month. (Both a visual check for abnormalities and by feeling for lumps.)

Make sure you don't wear deodorant, lotion, etc. before the mammogram. They tell you this anyway. But it's important because the lady who did my mammogram said a chemical in deodorants can mimic breast cancer on the mammogram (or something like that).

As a side note, even though my breast injury appears to offer no threat to my health, it has caused a disfigurement to my breast that can only be corrected through plastic surgery. I have a consult coming up soon with a plastic surgeon. Fortunately for me, the accident was the other driver's fault, so hopefully insurance will pay for this.

Oh Em, I didn't know about your car accident. You've really been through it. I hate mammagrams too, but I'm glad they have them. I just wanna laugh when they say, "don't breathe". Who can when your being squished?

Julie, here here on the ball squisher.

Nay, when do you leave for your trip? My very best wishes for a wonderful and safe journey. Sounds like things are pretty interesting at work. hmmm


P.S. My Mom was from Illinois, Em. I wonder if all their expressions were thought up or terms of the times or passed down from previous generations. What ever way, they were interesting and are still being passed down.

Em, I'm glad you're alive and kicking. I believe mammograms do more good than harm. Any life saved is priceless. I just don't want to be squished.

Maybe Nay will follow in Sam Childers' footsteps and mow down evil in Africa.

I hate pap smears. I hurt for days. Again, how many men would tolerate such a procedure? I'd trade "turn your head and cough" for a pap smear anyday.

Nay, the death ray alone should be enough. Especially if they call you "darl".

What is Bumblebee cola? What does it taste like?

Just tights, a mask, an evil look and carrying a wand?

No, That just wouldn't be right.

Remember, you're going to Africa, not somewhere wild like New Orleans at Mardi Gras ( or downtown LA any night of the year.)

Lots of women in Africa go topless so just tights and a mask are fine.

I would add a few gallons of DEET, a mosquito net, and a few Citronela candles.

All this pap smear talk reminds me of a great joke someone once forwarded me in an email. I looked it up again online. I don't know who to credit it to though, in terms of who originally wrote it, but here ya go:

The Washcloth

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said, 'My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?' I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I went home. The rest of the day was normal ... some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mommy, where's my washcloth?' I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'

Never going back to that doctor. Ever.