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I Want My Old Body Back

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

My old body could eat junk food on a regular basis because my work installing floor coverings ate up a big portion of the calories I took in. I could stay up past my bedtime too. My after-hours activities ate even more calories – dancing (I loved dancing), bicycling, making love and even shopping. And I could get by on 4-6 hours sleep and be fresh as a pot of coffee in the morning.

As I got older, the calories began to be more noticeable (more…)

Not Dead Yet!

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

1 Foot logoI can’t believe I let this website nearly die. It has been over a year since my last post and I am still kickin’. I am doing better than this blog. My apologies to all of you thinking you shoulda never added it to your favorites or bookmarks. To show you my sincerity, I have finally given the site its own favicon – the little graphic you should see just in front of the address in your browser (browsers are weird – you may not see it yet, but you will when your browser gets around to it). It looks like a smaller version of the graphic you see over there on the left upper corner of this post.

My health has deteriorated, as is expected with a disease that is chronic and has no cure. But they adjust my medication levels and (more…)

Suicide On The Installment Plan

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

Oxygen backpackI believed in the black eye — “I would rather fight than switch” (the advertising slogan of Tereyton cigarettes) — but I finally quit almost 9 years ago. After smoking cigarettes for 35 years and pot for 20, I’m finally starting to get something back for it. Yeah, sure, I got the bad breath, the yellow teeth and stinky clothes a long time ago, but now the really good stuff is comin’ my way. (more…)

The Bad News First

Saturday, December 29th, 2007

meI should consider myself lucky that I’ve made it through life this far. My childhood was filled with accidents and I prob’ly cheated death a few times. Broke several bones, or dislocated them. Pulled some hair-brained stunts and was involved in incidents that any one of them could have taken my life and the lives of others. One of my earliest memories, if not the first one, was the feeling – the fear really – of drowning in a huge snow bank. (more…)