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I know you are all an hallucination, but thanks for coming anyway.
Pauline Neckermann died at home, surrounded by friends and family at about 1050hrs. Services will be held at Potter's Funeral home on Thursday, May 21st. Viewing is 9-11 and services will be after that. They will celebrate her life and her husband Leo's, who passed away in 2013.

Current Mood: sad sad
Current Music: Le Seine, le Seine, le Seine

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We survived lead paint and riding in the front seat without a seat belt. We survived monkey bars and playing in junk yards. We survived all that stuff and now all the fun is gone because of safety provisions, bike helmets and Mother's of America trying to protect us from EVERYTHING.

"I believe in Free-Range Parenting" one post said.

C.J., my Senior Patrol Leader, was doing what 15 year olds do. He was tooling around in a go-cart like many of us did all those years ago, but he crashed.

He was pronounced dead at the scene.

Family, devastated. We are devastated. C.J. was a good kid. A wonderful Scout.

We can Monday Morning Quarterback all we want, but in truth we can't protect our loved ones from EVERYTHING. We can't. A fifteen year old is going to do what fifteen year olds do, regardless of what you do to try to stop it.

At best we try to minimize our losses. Monkey bars, the bastion of broken arms, legs and necks, a traitor in the highest form. What child can resist climbing up to the top. "Look! Ma!" The sound of flesh and bone tumbling, hitting rung after rung.

I was with a person who was looking at a 5 gallon bucket and commented on the safety label showing a toddler drowning in the bucket. "What child would play in a bucket?" He asked rhetorically. "How stupid is this?"

I tried to explain that 2,200 children a year had fallen into buckets and died before that label was put there. It sounds funny until it's your child. It sounds like a Mad comic until you watch people trying to resuscitate your child.

After that label, the number decreased to 220 a year.

Children being left in hot cars, drinking poison, hurled around unbuckled in a car crash, all the ways we die.

We can't protect them from EVERYTHING. We can't. Deaths, sadly, tragically, are going to happen.


Buckle up.

Wear your bike helmet.

Reflective clothing, flashlights.

You know the drill.

Most importantly, tell them you love them.

Current Mood: sad sad
Current Music: How long till the point of no return.

4 Dragons or Call a Dragon
My MRI for my Vertigo was clear. Meaning they looked in my head and found nothing. It also meant they have no idea why I get vertigo.

The physical therapist said, "We're gonna fix you today! You'll see." I explained that the Doctor had said they same thing.

"Huh," She said.

And we did the thing. She threw my head around, made me walk and read while my head was battered about and pick something up off the floor and nothing.

"Well, I guess you're cured. I don't know why." She looked at the MRI results. "It isn't a tumor. It isn't anything."


I then went to my other doctor and mentioned a strange lump in my right breast. I'm an A cup, let's be real about it, and I have this insistent pain there.

After palpating the region, the doctor said, "It's probably nothing but you'll have to have a, you know, MAMMOGRAM."


I go to the receptionist who said, "I'll set you up for your mah, uh, procedure."


The hospital called to confirm. "You are scheduled for a, uh, x-ray. It'll be on Friday. Go to the Mammo, uh, that department up in x-ray."

Me; "You mean, MAMMOGRAM."

"Yes. We'll see you on Friday."

Wonderful. Stay tuned folks.

Current Mood: hopeful hopeful
Current Music: Fat Bottom Girls

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