Netflix, vodka and a colonoscopy

Haver never met anyone who has ever looked forward to the dreaded colonoscopy. Better known as a stranger sticking an air hose inside of you and filming things.
The more dreaded thing for many is the prep that is required to make the afore home movie!
When I was first given my directions to prep I noted only clear liquids as one of the major instructions.
So I followed the instructions from the "doctor". I took my laxative, waited for a bit then drank the creepy powdered/Gatorade mix. Now for the shot of vodka, AKA clear liquid.
With the ease of Netflix on the iPad, since there will be many reasons to sit, you can pretty well watch the entire Breaking Bad series, all the while breaking something yourself.
By the end of the prep day you are cleaned out, buzzed and recharging the iPad.

Ok then, where were we?

After much confusion I have my blog back.

So how was your day?

Yesterday I was standing in a rest home. Not just any rest room, but the one my parents share a room in.

Someone once told me a rest home is where you try to cram a lifetime into 2 drawers in a dresser you don't even own.

I listened to the voices of people calling from rooms, people I didn't know. They called for a nurse, help or maybe some just for one person to say that they mattered.
At some point these people were us.

They stood in their corner of the world and added a brick here or a solution there. People once like us and soon the people we will be.

I often say I keep my motorcycle to make sure that doesn't happen.

I bring my parents tokens of their past so they smile, the same smile they give to the endless rotating folks who work in their new home.
Each visit prompts questions about returning to their home and explanations of rational requirements to have them housed in these warehouses for the old.
In ancient societies we allowed for the wonder we learned from our elders. We kept them close and thanks the Gods for the knowledge they shared.
But then drug companies did not keep them alive at all costs (or till coverage ran out).

So yesterday while I signed the paperwork that allowed the rest home to let my parents die with whatever dignity they had, the vet called to say I could pick up the ashes of our beautiful puppy who had passed from cancer.
We let her go in her home with the sun painting the waters of the Georgia Straits. A vet came to our home and it tore us to pieces while she passed away in "mom's" arms.

So when I drove Kiara home for her last ride, I'm not sure who the tears were for....

As I Was Saying

CHP: Motorcyclist hurt while splitting lanes

OUCH!!!!

When we lived in LA there was a lot things to get used to. The smog, the sheer number of people, the sunny weather and this little habit.

The 1st time a motorcycle came screaming by me while splitting lanes I was mortified and a Little shaken to boot. Splitting lanes is when a motorcyclist drives between two lanes of traffic literally on the white line.

This apparently can only be done at a very high rate of speed.

It took me a few months to realize this was perfectly legal after a motorcycle CHP screamed by me in Long Beach.

Break Line

Are we getting dumber as a nation?

The other day the lead line on a story on Fox News was "Honda recalling cars for break line issues".

You tell me?

Hey Rushbo

NEW YORK - The homeless man lay face down, unmoving, on the sidewalk outside an apartment building, blood from knife wounds pooling underneath his body.
One person passed by in the early morning. Then another, and another. Video footage from a surveillance camera shows at least seven people going by, some turning their heads to look, others stopping to gawk. One even lifted the homeless man's body, exposing what appeared to be blood on the sidewalk underneath him, before walking away.

How odd, why didn't this make your morning rant?

Somewhere between your rants you could have found time to discuss this guy trying to do the right thing....

It wasn't until after the 31-year-old Guatemalan immigrant had been lying there for nearly an hour that emergency workers arrived, and by then, it was too late. Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax — who police said was stabbed while intervening to help a woman being attacked — had died.

Ok, sorry hadn't read far enough down.

So If It's Not About??

I often wonder about the real reason for things. I suspect it is never as clear as one might think and yet at the same time not as well hidden as you had hoped for.

To my more conservative friends it would seem your dislike of the current president is not always just about politics.

There clearly seems to be an issue a bout the origin of birth.

I suspect that one is never going to be satisfied in many people's eyes. Though I wonder would it be less of an issue if the suspected country of birth was Germany as opposed to Kenya?

There is also the issue of religion.

In spite of the President's assertion to being a Christian, many here seem to feel he is truly a Muslim.

Why would this make a difference?

Is there a belief that a person's faith has a direct tie to their ability to lead?

Should a Mormon scare me because of the magic underwear and the whole new planet thingy?

Or have many conservatives accepted the Mormon card because it is at least closer then a Muslim?

I always thought God and country were separate. When did that change?

So is it because the prez is a Socialist in some people's view?

A bit little folks thought of Dick Cheney as a dictator.

Both views are probably askew, but most opinions are.

Anyway I was just wondering.....at least it isn't about his color.