OK,
Thanks to all you wonderful folks that have been bugging me to check back in. Ross and Bonnie have even tracked me down using the CIA and other underhanded approaches.
My real birthday, many will say, is September 12, 2002 when a good ole boy Cardiologist promised I was going to die soon without surgery and a fine young chest cutter dived in, stopped the heart and inserted this infernal tick, tick, tick valve. So 4th of July is just a celebration of my parent's fun and success.
All three of my sons are here and our two(count em, twin) grandsons are taking their parents for a first outing for Grandpa's birthday.
We are enjoying a wonderful tho rainy 4th of July here in soggy Florida, huh Ann?
All goes very well with the ticker and I still can not believe that I survived the surgery, and most likely would not have had it not been for so many wonderful people here, Bonnie, Ann, Al, Ron, Walter, Scottie, and many others that don't get listed. Ross was fighting his own life threatening battle but he contributed to the "FORCE" which works to pull us all up and over that mountain.
My plastic surgeon had to remove another squamous cell carcinoma from above my eye last week and graft skin so I would not end up looking like Mr. Spock from StarTrek. He complained about the asprin and warfarin therapy causing him problems treating me. See I refused to stop either, even though the Surgical Center told me I had to. Where do these people get their medical training? They don't seem to understand the nature of anti-coagulation therapy and think it is like antibotic or diet pills that you can just stop or start at will. What stupidity.
See, do you really want me back when I rant on so??
Anyway, thanks again for all the nice notes and wishes. sorry I have not been around much since the grandbabies started to need me back in March (even before they were born, I had to go help with mom on bed rest the last month or so of her pregnancy.
Hope all is well with all my friends, brothers, and sisters here at Vr.com. Have a great 4th.
Dang now I am the big six OH and sleeping with a grandmother--Now, I have always liked older women, but never visualized myself going to bed with a GRANNY. A real irony.
All my best to you,
Bill