I had a phone call at 10 am this morning asking me
if I was still looking for a job at piggly wiggly,
I said yes I was and the lady asked me if
I could come in today to see her,
I said yes I could, So I went in thinking
I was not going to get the job and
came out with the job and I start tomorrow morning,
Have to be there at 6am

Happy New Year to all, hope it's a good one

JUST WANTED TO WISH EVERYONE A HAPPY CHRISTMAS

OK the op went OK on Wednesday was in so much pain after and it took about a hour and half before the pain killer kicked in. was still in a lot of pain yesterday so tele called the doctor and he has put me in on some stronger pain killers and they seem to be working still in a bit of pain but not as bad as the last couple off days.

just got back from having my pre-op for tomorrow, have to be there at 10.30am and having the op at 11.30am. Nothing to eat or drink after 12 tonight but I'm aloud to have a sip of water in the morning to take my meds I'm on.

update
just got a phone call from the hospital and its been moved to got to be there for 7.15am and op will be at 8.30am

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY,
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL

had to have a Ultrasound on Monday just gone and nothing was found to be wrong,so that's good but the doctor said that i may have something called Endometriosis, if i do then it can be sorted out with laser treatment but i do have to go back to the doctor next Tuesday for a pre op and Wednesday i am going in for a op to have a Laparoscopy to see if i do have Endometriosis and to have NovaSure done which is instead off having a Hysterectomy but if the NovaSure don't work then i will have to have the Hysterectomy done after all, so here's hoping it works........

A plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.

One woman lost it completely. She stood up in the front of the plane and screamed, "I'm too young to die," she cried. Then she yelled, "If I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

For a moment, there was silence. Everyone stared at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a man from Texas stood up in the rear of the plane.

He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, one button at a time. No one moved. He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled across his chest. She gasped... Then, he spoke...


"Iron this -- and then get me a beer."

A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike
English, nouns are
designated as either masculine or feminine.

'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la Casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'

A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two
groups, male and female. She asked
them to decide for themselves whether "Computer" should be a
masculine or feminine noun. Each
group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the
feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other
computers is incomprehensible to
everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for
possible later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself
spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be
masculine ('el Computador),
because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the
time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had
waited a little longer, you could have
gotten a better model.

The women won.