US, China, Japan

The United States is in the lead with number of hits/visits to G&G from the Top 25 Countries, followed by China and Japan. Iran (49 hits), Romania (29 hits), Guatemala (28 hits) and Thailand (23 hits) are bringing up the rear. I am sure that Iran would be a top country if there had been more posts here recently … but no luck.

Warning! Warning! Warning!

Do not open an email that says “Open Me! I am a false email from a stranger, although I look like I am being sent from your Grandma. I actually have a terrible worm virus attached to me. And when you open me, keep pressing forward, clicking on attachments, even when your VirusScan software tells you I am bad. Don’t listen to them. They are so negative. The bible talks about love. God is love. I love you. And I want to love all your computer files. I want to love them so much that I want to eat them … gobble gobble gobble …”

Just in case you get an email with the above, don’t open it. My daughter did and I have spent the last two days recreating our home computer and recovering 1000′s of pictures.

Just in case … don’t!

Before/After

We just returned from a week in NewOrleans … it was all business … no fun. Check out a couple Before/After pics:

Before
After

There Once …

… was a nice little lady who asked me, “How are you?” This little lady already knew how I was, since she had a way about her … as in … she knew how to read between the lines. Based upon my posting at G&G, she knew when things were good. She knew when things were bad. She knew when the kids were good. She knew when the kids were bad.

And based upon my lack of posting over the past week, she knew I was barely tredding water. She was a nice little lady. She was right. I’m busy. How about you?

That’s Not Right (#10)

That’s not right … a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just … not right! This picture needs no explanation on why … THAT’S NOT RIGHT!

What Do You Call It?

Some call it Coincidence. We call it PerfectTiming. This is a photo of the sun going down during the last refrain from Hendel’s, The Messiah last night. Beautiful. And GooseBumps, too! Thanks choirs.

Random Help

I am not asking to you understand this post, I am just asking you to follow. Please go here and in the box a few lines down … VOTE FOR … @michaelturk. Voting open until 3:00pm today.

This is an old high school friend and he needs to win this competition. A Twitter challenge. He is in the finals. Thanks.

Stupid King

From the mind and hand of an eleven year old girl:

There once was a stupid King. He disappointed his Princess alot. The Princess thought he thought he had too much power. He was over protective. He could sometimes be careless. But the Princess loved him anyway.

One night, the King got mad and tried to take away the Princess’s pony. His mistake made the Princess very angry. She took her belongings and tried to leave, but the King stopped her. He left. He was gone for nights and days. The Princess cried herself to sleep every night he was gone. Finally, she went out to look for him and he was in his carriage outside the castle.

“I love you stupid King,” the Princess screamed.

“I love you,” the stupid King replied.

“I know you made mistakes, but I forgive you,” the Princess said.

The end.

[ ... Editorial note: True story ... Yea, that's me in the carriage ... ]

PoloPeeWee

I don’t care if SHE is going to get mad at me. ( … SHE always gets mad when I post something about our family without HER permission … SHE even thinks I stole HER website ) Anyway, I just have to share this picture of my PoloPeeWee.

100% Update: Dr. Trauma Reveals

Dad and Mom had an interesting day yesterday. We will have to wait until we get the full download before we share the details. However, the HighLight of the day came from a meeting with Dr. Trauma, the initial doctor on call at the TraumaCondo where Dad rented a bed for a few weeks following his accident.

There have been many doctors, but none like this one. Dr. Trauma had a peace and calmness about him. I’ve shared with you before how the caretakers at the TraumaCondo struggled spreading words of encouragement. Don’t get me wrong … they were all WONDERFUL caretakers and medical providers. You’ve read the story. However, they do walk a fine line. It’s hard because the serious nature of trauma and the significant incidences of fatality. ( … Imagine: mom crying over shattered son’s body … nurse makes no promise … pain excruciating … doctor makes no promise … sustain life … difficult situation … make no promise … )

Despite the fine line, Dr. Trauma was steady. From the first meeting that fateful afternoon … he walked into the cold room that is reserved exclusively for ToughNews, he shut the door, his eyes were solid, and he told us what to expect. His monotone voice was soothing. Words by any other sayer would have probably shattered our hope: … confidence that we had manufactured in our minds … faith that we had stored in our souls … and love that we had built in our hearts. You see, Dr. Trauma did not give us a lot of hope, confidence and faith … but he made sure not to steal, take or diminish ours! (And, we believe, that was purposeful.)

Yesterday, six months later, Dad is sitting face to face with Dr. Trauma, who appears to be pleased and happy with Dad’s recovery. ( … You wonder if he is doing flips in his mind and heart because of the miracle that sits before him? … ) But this meeting is not exclusively about Dad’s recovery … Dr. Trauma begins to tell them about an AfternoonMassage. As Dad’s chest cavity was cracked open, his heart maintained a very distant and faint patter. Dr. Trauma reveals that he manually massaged the heart to sustain its purpose while others prepared for surgery. Heart stopped. The delicate set of hands continued pumping. Heart prepped. The delicate hands continue pumping. Heart repaired. Heart beats. Heart heals.

Wow. Let me digest this. You too.