Woot Woot! Yes I have said this before but, Woot Woot!

Since my Strokism (Feb 2nd, 2007) I have made many such a Woot Woot!

It is uncanny to me how far I have grown or rather how far my lingo has grown. From a half and inch strip in my brain pan, I was lingo less. This went of with my Stroke of course, but really as of today, I'd say by January we will be past it. My dreams came back today, which I have said before, but they REALLY came back today. It is awesome!

Before my dreams were gone as soon as I stopped sleeping. They were nothing much. Me floating in a bit of brine looking at something. Today my boss handed me mathematical questions. Which I had to give back to him. It was amazing.

Yhea, it is freaky having your lingo go on you, and the SSRI for months on end ( 5.5 months ), I am ready to speak again. I mean I always have spoken, but to "speak" again, it really means something to me.

Of course when in comes to be January, well, we will see then.

Woot Woot!

To weather...

Avast ye fool hardy Pete's! I am alive again for no matter what you say. Under the couch, under the ribbon I take what your given. I gave and I gave and I gave to no matter, no mast, no ploy. I beseech you to take what you have to offer. What you have to offer me? Awash in it. I am damned! Damned for my soul. Bequest ya for, for a squeaking little tile to wash and be washed in it to be sure.

How did I do it, I was here, and in that I caught what I could and in the dreaming of the dream they liked it. There had been no one here before it. Where was I, I was here with the bubbles started coming and coming and come to with thee. To be sure I did it and my carotid did it all. One moment I was there the next moment I was gone with my bubbles at my bubbles for my bubbles all the way to hospital.

Of my love of the halo ended player to be wanted.

Dearest my dearest my want to be my whole hearted my bubbles. Why hath you forsaken me? Do you not here my please? Can you want

something I have not given you? Are my harbors to significant. My paltry won tons not heavy enough for you? I understand you want what you want, some dibble, some lotion, some razor chips it bequeaths you. I understand. I understand. What drizzle I understand, I need your come-up-once, to play the way you play. You're being suggest this into what I no to me true. In to that I can money lend you, to trouble to want to money money lend you! I have no course of action to take. To take my longing. I beseech you to no avail.

Honey drips for your orfeus, it leaks, it want you to be real, to taste it, to feel it, to real it. You want to be real. To real. I can bequeath you, it is the monday, the tuesday, the wendsday on and on it goes the one day I want you to have it. We figure it to be unrequested.

And you alone can make it last, a day, a week for ever and ever. To say what is unreal, unwinding, un un un. The say it can be only thus. Your tube. Your erective. Your fug hole for my tun. Your being, wanting, to real to my forsaking. I find your wholly can you see it? Can you touch it? No, no never. We see you as you already are. To take it behind a pulled curtain. To want it like none other than.

You can take it in your tung. Your effectiveness. Your dreams. I can hold it thus. Thus is mine. Mine. Do you want it to me yours? I will give it to you. My thoughts, my actions thus thus thusly for us. In my friend, my pozole, my poseque, my POS. We wait, we wait for a positive reaction to my heart. We wait for a plant operator selection system. We wait. Can we do it? Can my heart take it? My bubbles?

This is what I must do, I take my bubbles to the extreme of the extreme to wait for it. Dearest my dearest my want to be my whole hearted my bubbles. To unsuit you.To unzipped me. To wragle my boot straps. To whom it may concearn I leave my body untrue to you. Can it be what I think it might me, a wiggle and a tickle and best? Aye the best! Dodging the staringly glassy eye of countenance.

Can you be with it? Behind a pulled curtain. Can you take it thus? Can you take it thus for me to be you for you to be me. Allowence for the skipper. True. True that! Any allowence be ture to your upkeep, your allowence be true to you. When I come up to your pale green curtain I can sence you. Pale green like a bodice. And behold your fitted lenghly stares, you come up, come down, come down. Can you taste me then? Can I taste you? When we wage a war within our confines, a legthy battle, a truce, a ure. Our feelies going to grips, our tonque feelies too. All of you I want in me. In me I want all of you. For some money takes what it takes. Are feeling being with us with us us us. In this moment I can just what I just what I feel for you in always something. Some thing. Some thing you can not mention. A buzz I can not feel, a buzz I can not wait, a buzz I an note longer feel the waiting to be it.

Hath you of your love requested thusly.

Ah, the sea....

Ah, when we go to the sea, everything is special. The ragmops, the terriarplanes, ompaloppa, gelly-in-the-glass, all to me true. We arrive via a ragmop. It is nicley and spicy. Of course you will not now what a "ragmop" is. It is from the future, I shall say, 439 years in the future. Let me explain the ragmop. Ours was blueishey, that and the sponge rubber on the inside of our the carpeen was yellowish. We took an asride there, got on at the mop and took the rag there, so you can see, ragmop! So the sea, the sea it was owlishness or course. The spectuals of the wild wind brough us there. So we fell out and onto the sand. The sand was grainy beneath or muzzels. We never, never took off the muzzels, what with the sand there. We lay akimbo and looked at the H2O. It was marvaless ! ! !

Ompaloopa came to see us, brought in on a fairy wind. It landed with a crestmast on the sand, the grainy sand.

"Why, what do you see Ompla."

(Ompla is short for ompaloopa)

"I see a great many things, all within the grainy sands of time, yes yes, the grainy sands!"

"What do you mean." Says I.

"And me too." Says Clair.

The ompla did a dance for a moment. Leaping over the us and rooting about. Then it said.

"They H2O and the grainy sands! And the grainy sands!"

So silly the ompaloopa.

So we lay about and them Clair said to me.

"Lets talk a walkabout, we can take the ompla."

"Very fine, very fine." Says I.

We took a strole then, up the sea to the northwest. There were many many things to see. The slide running down to the beach, and all the festoons about it. The Sea rumbling and saying:

"Arrr, I am a pirate, can you see me?"

The ompla took a strole beside us.

It was then we saw the terriarplanes. It rained on us then. The terriarplanes making a harsh exception. It was only for a moment or then the terriarplanes made a b-line for the shore and were gone.

"What says you Clair? Terriaplanes, terriaplanes, oh, terria!"

Clair wiped the rain from her.

"Bezellbump! Ani't that ecciting, to be true."

We made our way back to the ragmop and got us gelly-in-the-glass. It was sweet and sour, it was delectable, We barely finished it and gave the rest to the ompla. Who said:

"Glass in the gelly, glass in the gelly can I have more of it....please!"

To late for that ompla we had best be going.

Ah, the sea, everything was special.

Freaking Wierd

U.S. NATIONAL DEBT CLOCK
The Outstanding Public Debt as of 26 Sep 2008 at 05:58:23 PM GMT is:

$9,792,030,656,737.37

The estimated population of the United States is 304,799,289 so each citizen's share of this debt is $32,126.16.
The National Debt has continued to increase an average of$2.16 billion per day since September 28, 2007!

What is BlogThis! ?

What is BlogThis! ?

El Steve

Well Steve gets a blog! Woot Woot!

You can see it, right over there on my Data Ports.

HULU - Yikes!

Wow, Hulu.com! Who knew. It is unreal. Take that YouTube!

Today I feel better by far than yesterday. It is odd to me. Hilarious if you want to know the truth. I am coming to terms with my med's, which are not much, the Prozac it one of them that should go, now I am on seven months into it, and you know what? I feel better. The last six months I was depressed, but did not know it due to the Prozac, now I feel just fine and dandy. I understand how Nick (the tingle) gets with depression and then does not feel anything after a year or two, then he has to go over it again with a new drug. P is only meant to be taken for about a year, other than that we have a problem with the dosage which does go upward but leave to feeling listless. How Nick does this I can only guess.

The P leveled me out big time. The last three months were awful. The Strokism did it to me for real. It wiped out the selective serotonin, there was no where for me to go but d-o-w-n.

"Down I say, down to the ground I say. I say!"

(that is Puccini given you a dose of Prozacism)

Monday ah. Monday.......

Well it is Monday to be sure. I awoke after the Kaboom went off, this is the Chumby Snooze Button, got to love the Chumby, it was hard for me to get up at 6AM. Had a shower, got everything in order : my pills, shaving, got my cloths on, and made it upstairs. Had Oatmeal with Blueberries for breakfast and a small orange juice. Then I took the dog for a walk. I should have gone to http://farmerboy.com/ for the Pan Cake Special, I will have to go on Tuesday. It is less that a dollar for three pan cakes with syrup. The are running this special with Petrini's Italian Restaurant‎ who have also been in business for 50 years. They have Spaghetti with Garlic Bread for under a dollar too. We may have to go there for dinner.

Let see, after 11:30 AM I had everything done for the day, which is good. My aphasia is coming along in fits and starts. I am well over the Strokism, the aphasia is another thing. It is part of the strokism, entirely part of the strokism. Every day I feel just a inch better. Which is great, I just want the aphasia to be over, but, it is coming a inch maybe two inches at a time. I know El Boss want me to be well. Right now I feel like each day I know it and can do it but I can not speak it. Which is trouble, a lot of trouble. All I can do is go with it.

"Dead men don't bite."

Arrr!

"Have I lived this many years, and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it?"


"Damn ye, yellow-bellied sapsuckers, I'm a better man than all of ye milksops put together"

He styl'd us 'young puppies' and shouted 'May the Devil take my soul if I ever gives quarter or asks it of ye!'

It is Pirate Day.

And

It is my anniversary (arrrr, I be wed!)

haaar haaar haaaar!

El Stroke....

Ok, so I have been at the Strokism for 17 months. It is getting better, much better. The aphasia is getter better, it takes time. The problem I have is, everything seems boring to me. I used to be able to loose my self in a spread sheet for hours and hours. Now I just go with it and when I am done, I am done. There are times I feel awesome and times I feel, like I want to go to sleep. Everything I have read, this is natural for a Post Stoke. At times I just want the Post Stroke to go away to. And be me. That will never be. I just have to keep getting better. Weather it takes me monthts to do it, oh well.....

Let me take you on a journey. A journey I will call : El Stroke!

This was last June 2007

Dan at the time of Joans funerial. June or July? The death date was in April. The last photo I have before the CE

Confuddled

Ok, so my Bro Nick is worried over what?

Lehman Brothers employees?

Well who cares!

158 years in the bro business is enough. Good Bye LB! Nice knowing you.

We are coming up on a dog sled of public options. In essence, what we have is a democracy where "freedom" is real enough. But what is "free". Freedom is : substance, spirit, lifeblood, heart, principle, soul, core. Is that it? Or is it Freedom : exemption from external control, interference, regulation. Or is it Freedom : the power to exercise choice and make decisions without constraint from within or without; autonomy; self-determination (philosophy).

Your charter and your caty's freedom. --Shakespeare

Or in Easton 1897 Bible Dictionary :

The law of Moses pointed out the cases in which the servants of the Hebrews were to receive their freedom. Under the Roman law the "freeman" (ingenuus) was one born free; the "freedman" (libertinus) was a manumitted slave, and had not equal rights with the freeman.

sunday,last sunday

last sunday was the dylan at the bowl, it was interesting, many trips made for beer,

Sunday....El Hikeo

Saturday and Sunday.....

Breakfast at FM on Saturday....

We on Saturday we went to AYSO, a good game with Savannah playing soccer. Then at 6:30PM Kim and I went to see Babylon AD, it was OK, the scenes' where they did Blade Runner were out of sight, the scenes were Gérard Depardieu were amazing as well. The only problem was when Van D. spoke, it was awful. He was good running around and blowing stuff up, but the acting, oh vay!

On Sunday Ron and I for a hike. After that I went to breakfast at Farmer Boy and then sleep for 2 hours. At 6:30PM we went to Bob Dylan, it was Ok, I could sort of see where he is just doing it to do it. His band was OK. It sure beats the Thunder Dome were I say he play at UCSB, that was awful as well.

Toastmasters : The Stroke....what I went through....

The Icebreaker Speech was suppose to be 7 minutes long. Mine lasted 10 minutes and then some.

It was very good.

Hiddy Ho!

Labor Day

Well, since it was Labor Day we had Choux (Kims mother), John (Kims brother) and Megan and Ryan (the kids cousiens) all staying with us.  It was ok for me.  

Ron and I went out for a hike on Sunday.