Thoughtprints

I think all of us bloggers can agree that comment spam is absolutely the worst, right? But you know what really pisses me off? That the a-holes who do it can't even take the time to read -- or at least skim -- the entry to which they are leaving their garbage! I have had at least THREE comment spammers -- maybe even more -- try to advertise their sh*t by leaving comments on the entry I posted when my Mother died! It may sound silly, but when they do that it feels like they are slapping her in the face, and it hurts me -- and it makes my blood boil! Stupid, idiotic, moronic, get-a-life SOB's!!!

Switching gears abruptly here --

My mother became friends with a girl named Joanne when she was young. They remained friends their whole lives. They called each other Pearl. There is a story behind that, but I'm sad to say I can't remember it. I just know that whenever she talked about Pearl, I knew she meant Joanne; and whenever she got anything in the mail addressed to Pearl, I knew it was from Joanne. They didn't see each other very often over last 15 years or so, but they stayed in touch always. It seems that it was meant to be that their friendship continue on in heaven -- immediately. Joanne passed away on Saturday -- exactly 4 weeks after Mom died. The two Pearls are glowing brightly ...... together still.

If you are so inclined, please say a little prayer for Mr. Riley, okay? He's going in for surgery tomorrow to be neutered, but that's not what I'm worried about; when I was petting him earlier, I felt a big lump on his back. Now, I know it wasn't there before, because I am always petting him, and I never felt it before, but it's there now, and it's big. I will be asking my Vet to examine it tomorrow while he has him anesthetized; no sense making him go through surgery twice, right? I'm really worried. It's not a bump like he hit himself; it's a lump, under the skin. I'm so scared. He's only a year old, and he's my baby ..... my special boy. Nothing can happen to him.

So .... that's all that's rambling around inside my head, making all this noise. That's enough I guess, right? I'll let ya'll know what the Vet says tomorrow, k? I pick him up at 4:00pm my time (MST). I'll post tomorrow night. Thanks, you guys ... for everything! (((((HUG)))))