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“I want a priest, a rabbi, and a Protestant clergyman. I want to hedge my bets.” ~Wilson Mizner

I hope you will indulge me and allow me a post not about Pearlsky. Actually, she plays a small part. I buried my father on Monday, literally.

I hate when my mother is right.

Well, not really. An incredible woman, no post secondary education, other than life itself, and not always an easy one. Hell, she raised me. I don’t let her read this blog, as a matter of fact, I told her that my blog is called blogzilly … now she is really worried about me. And Ken,

“And hang on to that DNR … That signature could be worth a lot of money real soon.” ~Dr. Gregory House

The title of this post is from a television medical drama, House, and a conversation that Dr. House had with Dr. Foreman, who had a famous patient’s Do Not Resuscitate order.

Reader, feeder, rss, whatever …

If you have a list of blogs somewhere that automatically sees new posts, then you are using a “reader,” “feeder,” “rss feed,” or whatever your system calls it. My “feed” has changed, you will need to update it. Sorry … You may be able to do that by clicking here or by clicking on that

“Some mornings, it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps.” ~Emo Philips

Let’s review what we already know … Pearlsky’s “problem” (besides me as her father) is that she cannot “make” a specific amino acid (as you and I do). Giving her that amino acid, orally, keeps seizures at bay, and enables her to live. School nurses suck. are assholes. live in old barrels, under the layer

“Life is like the blink of an eye. What is that worth? Nothing. But the eye that blinks–that is something.” ~Chaim Potok

Tuesday, mom and dad fall. Lots of pain in her hip, mom’s x-ray and CAT scan showed nothing. Thursday, still in pain, she gets an MRI.

“I got some new underwear the other day. Well, new to me.” ~Emo Philips

Two guys are at the gym, in the locker room, changing. Bob turns to Dave and says … Dave, how long have you been wearing women’s underwear? Ever since my wife found them in the back seat of my car.

“Sometimes I think, when it gets too quiet up there, You say to Yourself, ‘What kind of mischief can I play on My friend Single Dad?’ ” ~apologies to Tevye

I am traveling for the first time since my ruptured disc. It is a big deal for several reasons. First, I have not believed that I could drive too far nor sit in an airplane too long. Second, I really needed some time away. As to the first, now I know that sitting in an