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Look out and up!

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Lighten up! Laugh dance, play! Ok, ok! I’m working that into my day every day, especially while I recover from what I plan on being the last surgery of my life, barring something nasty cropping up. This one, a laminectomy and fusion in my lower back, so far feels like it’s fixed the limp I developed after my hip replacement a year ago. That would be a huge improvement and a definite reason to dance! I assume most of the pain will dissipate along with the limp. Time will tell. Doc says six months before I actually feel better. I’ll dance a lot in the meantime.

Staying upbeat is critical when you face a lot of trauma as I have the past seven years. It’s good to reflect. Getting your head out of the trench to see what’s beyond is vital, though you may want to duck from time to time. I have some goals this year, one of which is making You Tube videos. Forgive my early efforts as I get up to speed!

 

 

Successful Great Idea

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Happy new year. Yes, I’m writing here again as part of my new year plan. I’ll be covering the arts in Altadena and Pasadena (and elsewhere no doubt) over on http://Altadenaaboveitall.com

Here’s where I’ll talk about anything I choose as my interests are many. And check out my blog on politics and photography, Polipics, at www.digiphotomag.com.

Thought I’d pick  up this blog again with a post from Jimmy Wales, founder of Wikipedia.

http://wikimediafoundation.org/wiki/Appeal/en?utm_source=2009_Jimmy_Appeal9&utm_medium=sitenotice&utm_campaign=fundraiser2009&target=Appeal

I’m impressed that Americans have heeded the call and are supporting such a worthy endeavor as Wales envisioned: “Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet has free access to the sum of all human knowledge.”

And, in  contrast to what some people believe, I recall that recently a study that found Wikipedia’s entries exceedingly accurate. Damn fine contribution to the world.

The Latest

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I said it would be January before I was completely “whole” again, and that turned out to be on the money. So here I am, free of underwire bras and the associated bulges. I wore a blue velvet gown with no bra for our Obamarama party! Still have scars to heal — one more than the other after the complications — but it’s all ok. Doc said he could do a little nip ‘n tuck to speed things up, but i don’t care to have another stitch anywhere for a long, long time.
And the REALLY good news is that I was able to get traffic school for the ticket I got the day after “the boob explosion.” I sent a picture. It was graphic. It worked. I’m happy.

Now with my reduction and Bush out of office, there is far less boobage in the world.

Republican Intellectuals Continue to Abandon McCain

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Rachel Weiner- Wall Street Journal

Charles Fried, a professor at Harvard Law School, has long been one of
the most important conservative thinkers in the United States. Under
President Reagan, he served, with great distinction, as Solicitor
General of the United States. Since then, he has been prominently
associated with several Republican leaders and candidates, most recently
John McCain, for whom he expressed his enthusiastic support in January.
This week, Fried announced that he has voted for Obama-Biden by absentee
ballot. In his letter to Trevor Potter, the General Counsel to the
McCain-Palin campaign, he asked that his name be removed from the
several campaign-related committees on which he serves. In that letter,
he said that chief among the reasons for his decision “is the choice of
Sarah Palin at a time of deep national crisis.”

 

Thank you for the voice of reason.

Gettin’ there

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Ok, on the D-Day front, so to speak, healing is progressing, albeit slow.

We’re at 6-1/2 weeks now. The non-challenged side is nearly completely healed. The problem side is still raw, tender, itchy, irritated, and driving me crazy. I just long for the day of not having to wear these friggin surgical bras. One brand is pretty funny, though: “Dr. Fillgood.” Geez.

Hello!

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Yes, I’ve been away for quite a while, writing on my other blog, Altadenaaboveitall.

But I have a new topic to write about that belongs here, with the teasing title of Oh Deb U Taunt.

I have been blessed and cursed with being extremely “well endowed,” as those in polite company would say. Or “man, has she got junk in her trunk” as my pole dancing pals would say. Richard Simmons exclaimed as I entered his home to interview him: “Wow, what a great chest you have!” “So I’ve been told,” I replied. Let’s just say I have to visit the Wizard of Bras to strap these babies into place properly. 

Now I’m sure no one out there is crying or playing a violin for me for this embarrassment of riches. But I have reached the point where something has to go. And it’s going to be about 25% of my assets. Well, maybe that’s an unfortunate term, implying my rear and not my front. Let’s call them “my girls.”

You know how they say if you can hold a pencil under your breast you’re either too big or sagging? Let’s put that into context. I can not only hold a pencil, I can hold four boxes of pencils, a quart of milk, a bottle of shampoo, my wallet (full), a purse, a box of 32 count panty liners, my poodle (lucky dog) — you get the idea. When I go in for a mammogram they pull out the industrial size plates. “Is that all YOU?” the technician asks. Not sure who else it would be, but there you go. Pressing this much flesh between plates is anything but “natural.” Who came up with this idea anyway? You can bet if a man had his balls pressed between plates of glass and steel another method would be dreamed up in a matter of seconds!

After they compress you into a pancake for one view, they turn you another direction and do it again. And when the technician doesn’t get it quite right, you get to press that flesh all over again!  I know you know what I’m talkin’ about. Can’t speak for the little girls, but when you’re my size, you’re sore for days.

I’ve also had two “scares” resulting in one biopsy and one ultrasound. All that, plus what the technician said on my last visit was the last straw: “Your skin is kind of thin underneath, does it ever tear?” Instead of poppinig her one, I vowed to vanquish The Girls once and for all.

So the game is on. Papers have been submitted for insurance. I’ll tell the whole story in chapters over the next two months. The Date of the Deed is August 7. Stay abreast!