Steak knives, hips, and rocks....ohhhhhyeaaaa

OK,  don't have a title.  Who cares?  I think the three of you care.    I care, but in a way that most others may not care, but if they knew the subject, they too would care. Enough of that.  What?  That. (editor made me in fact put a title in..so disregard this first paragraph)

Now everyone of you, the above picture shows me either before my hip replacement and I'm  thinking that I am crazy to even consider such a thing......or, it is after my hip surgery. (yes, I chose to have it done...actually Chris decided to have it done.  She makes all of my decisions.  I love that about Chris.  She has all of the good ideas.  And for those that don't know....Chris is my mother.  Just kidding.  

She is my WIFE!!!!!!!

Notice the brand of coffee up there.....no, not on my hat....on the white cup you fools.  Here in the Northwest, we do not even need to have the company name spelled out on the cup....we just look at the logo.  Crap, what is the name?  "Chris, what is the name of the coffee company that I am drinking?"    Wow....she is crabby.  She just threw a rock at me and called me 'dummy'.  I don't think she likes me anymore.

I think she is still a spicy enchilada.  "MMMMMM.....I feel like have Mexican tonight...takeout of course.  "Chris, can I not cook tonight and you and I have Mexican tonight?"  OOO....another rock just zinged over my giant head.  She is just crazy.  One hit and I'm in the ER at Evergreen Hospital.  They like me at that hospital.  Tried cutting off my pinkie finger on my left hand a few years ago.  They fixed me up.  Didn't lose the finger, just the feeling in the finger.  I stir my coffee (and creamer in my coffee) with that finger.  Freaks everyone out.  Oh well.


Oh my, who is that person down below?  Poor guy.  

Chris and I were taking a tour of the hospital for my possible hip surgery, and I poked my head into this guys room.  Just had to take a picture.  Security showed up asking for the film, and I told them there is no film with a digital camera.  They left.  Overall, they were OK security people.  Looking after the guy in that room....that's their job.  Notice the towel on his head.  Wow baby.  Love to talk to him about his stay at the hospital.  I'd show him this picture and the hundreds of other ones I  took while in his room.

Above picture is Arthur.  Our Yorkie.  Arthur loved watching TV, especially when Chris and I got the 

big flat screen.  That dang TV as we call it, is as big as our backyard.  Arthur loved it.  And we loved Arthur.  Oh how did I get on this topic.  All I do is want to cry when I think of Arthur.  He was an amazing dog, but aren't they all!  OK...enough.

Lets talk about hip replacements.  OK.....I did it almost 4 weeks ago.  Still a little sore.  Afraid to ride a bike...go down lots of stairs...Next Spring for biking.  Afraid of my wife when she throws rocks at me.  She has stopped throwing rocks, and for that I am grateful.  I am a little nervous however.  I found a big round bulls eye target on our living room wall done in permanent marker (black, and red....scary) and in the very middle are all twenty of her grandmother razor sharp steak knives.  Come to think of it, I do not recall seeing those steak knives in at least 2 weeks.  Now I know we have them and I will sell them to a pawn shop soon.

To be continued.....