Jon just telephoned. He went up to the vet and Max was glad to see him. He acts normally but is weak. He is drinking water and he did urinate. Jon has taken him home to his house and will force feed him if he has to because Max still does not want to eat. I suggested that perhaps something like Ensure would help. Either that or a protein drink of some sort. He is checking with is grandmother to see if Shacklee has anything he can use.
Max has four medicines which Jon will give him. But he said that while Max fell while going up three steps to the front of his house he also followed Jon up the stairs to the second floor. If he can just get him to start eating I think there may be improvement.
He also said that it may be a muscular disorder and they may know more when they get the test results back from ISU. Jon is back in classes starting today so he is doing this as well as working and going to school. Keep him in your thoughts also. He is a compassionate, caring guy and I feel for him. Thanks for listening.
Jon just called and said he still doesn't want to eat. He has some protein shake and stomache soother from Shacklee. He is interested and acts like he wants to go for a walk. He is drinking water. He may bring him over tonight and give him a bath. He is not shivering. .
Monday, August 24, 2009
Max
He is still not eating. The Dr. is also concerned that he is not urinating. Cauterised him twice over the week-end. If they find stones it would mean surgery and she is not sure he is up to it. Jon is on his way up to see him now.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
An e-mail from Sam
I have not heard anything about Max. He is still at the vets.
Sam sent me this e-mail Since I have done nothing today but read The Last Ember by Daniel Levin, sit on the back porch and drink and then fix sweetcorn, fried green tomatoes a Bacon and tomato sammie and drink a little more I thought I should pass in on to you. Ejoy:
I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer...have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer... worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish.
I no longer...eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer...use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. I no longer...can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.
I no longer...drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put'Under God' on their cans.
I no longer...use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... disfiguring me for life.
I no longer...check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected withAIDS.
I no longer...go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer...receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.
I no longer...shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.
I no longer...answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore, and Uzbekistan ....
(not to mention Urbandle)
I no longer...buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
I can no longer...drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!
I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . .
Oh, by the way.....
A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
Sam sent me this e-mail Since I have done nothing today but read The Last Ember by Daniel Levin, sit on the back porch and drink and then fix sweetcorn, fried green tomatoes a Bacon and tomato sammie and drink a little more I thought I should pass in on to you. Ejoy:
I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer...have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer... worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish.
I no longer...eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer...use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. I no longer...can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.
I no longer...drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put'Under God' on their cans.
I no longer...use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... disfiguring me for life.
I no longer...check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected withAIDS.
I no longer...go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer...receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.
I no longer...shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.
I no longer...answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore, and Uzbekistan ....
(not to mention Urbandle)
I no longer...buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
I can no longer...drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!
I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . .
Oh, by the way.....
A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Swing Vote

I did not see the Kevin Costner movie Swing Vote when it first came out. It is about a man in Texaco, New Mexico who gets to cast the deciding vote in the presidential election. Costner plays a man who is thrust into the national spotlight and is wooed by the two men running for president. I enjoyed it a lot but what resonated the most to me was in the final debate scene Costner tells the candidates -
We need someone who is bigger than their speeches. The kind of president we learned about in school and we still care. America needs a big thinker. you know, like a giant, really. Someone who has the good sense to get in front of our problems. Someone who has the wisdom to lead us to a place where we are at peace with ourselves and the world....
Then he reads a letter that asks a question "If we are the richest country in the world, how come so many of us can barely afford to live here?"
I think that it is a question that needs asking and I think it is time the politician got off their rhetoric and started performing. They need to forget about their corporate donors and start taking care of individuals and their families and do what is best for them. I read in blogs and know personally folks who are losing their homes. People who can barely make ends meet. People who work two or more jobs in order to have any kind of a living standard at all. And others have an excess and get millions of dollars of "bonus payments" and somehow I don't think it is fair. Anybody have an answer?
Saturday Singfest
Taylor the Latte Boy
The Response sung by Ben Hensley
Thanks to Dom for sharing this.
The Response sung by Ben Hensley
Thanks to Dom for sharing this.
Saturday's Post
I have not heard anything about Max. I hope he is getting better and thank you all for keeping him in your thoughts. Thanks for stopping by, Hugs. j
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