Posted by Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant @ 17:03
Read this. Then tell me Terri Schiavo’s in a “persistent vegetative state”.
When she put a washcloth in Terri’s hands to keep her fingers from curling together, Iyer said, “Michael saw it and made me take it out, saying that was therapy” that he had forbidden.
Ask yourself why Widdle Mikey Shitstain would forbid treatment on his wife. Think maybe it was because he didn’t want her to get better?
“Throughout my time at Palm Gardens, Michael Schiavo was focused on Terri’s death,” the RN noted. “Michael would say ‘When is she going to die?’ ‘Has she died yet?’ and ‘When is that bitch gonna die?’”
Excuse me. I think I’m going to have an RCOB moment…
Posted by Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant @ 7:40
Hopefully, you’ve heard the old saying: “It was a location thing – you had to be there”.
Well, you had to actually be at the Texas Blogfest 2005 in order to fully appreciate the atmosphere and the cameraderie. Those of you who had Yahoo Messenger got to see at least a little bit of the happenings from one of two webcams. (Yeah, I know – you had to ask the SpatulaGoddess’ permission to view hers – need to talk with her about that. )
By now, you’ve seen the post below about the crew coming and saying it to my face (grin) Saturday for lunch. Am pleased to report that, according to a consensus of attendees, Atkins Train-Wreck Stew – so named because when I make it, it’s usually a train-wreck (g) – got an overwhelming “two thumbs way up”. Guys, I’m really pleased you liked it – I was worried I was going to need massive spew warnings all over the place.
Saturday evening was fun & frivolity at Billy Bob’s Texas. Eight of us packed ourselves into a 7-passenger minivan (sorry, guys – I really thought it would’ve held more (rueful grin)) and ambled our way over there, arriving just after 9:00.
The Chris Cagle concert was good, and we even got a couple of folks out on the dance floor. (Memo to Susan Nunnally: Why didn’t you tell me you were looking for a dance partner? What, I’m supposed to read your mind or something? (grin))
Additional memo, this time to self: How is it that Emperor Misha the Danish import actually looked more Texan than you, the native?
Sunday morning, about 10 of us showed up at the DFW Gun Range, where Kim, Connie & Misha usually do their shooting. That’s a fine establishment, and I heartily recommend you go out there and avail yourself of the facilities whenever you’re in town. I know I intend to.
There were some pictures taken, in addition to the group shot you see below. I’ll see what I can do about posting them here directly.
And now, without further ado, we now return to our regularly scheduled ranting & raving. What’s this I hear about that limp-wristed rim-jobber Michael Crook putting up FTT again…???