Queen Prawn

Took me a few tries, but it was interesting and fun.

I voted yes if it is something that causes intense pain and is, in fact, terminal. One case that comes to mind is the condition where the baby is born without a skull.

Sorry...couldn't resist Who Wants To Live Forever Lyrics by Queen There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever....? There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? Who dares to love forever? When love must die But touch my tears with your lips Touch my world with your fingertips And we can have forever And we can love forever Forever is our today Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? Forever is our today Who waits forever anyway?

I have a cell and my provider is Cingular (have been with them for 6 or 7 years). Brian may jump onto my plan soon. He is still in the dark ages - he carries a pager.

Dang there are a lot of people in here...

I know they are big. Too lazy to resize them and re-upload to photobucket.

My Favorite Car: Can anyone guess what this is (besides a car in my backyard)? (Psst look hard at the picture ) You'd be surprised how many times we've been asked if this was a Dodge Charger! For sale: This is a Mercury Capri.

This is awesome!

And if you don't think that the two are buddies doing it for a gag...

Brain's List: Joker figures Green Bay Packers Clock Jerseys...lots and lots of jerseys Southpark seasons 1-4 Star Wars 4 DVD set (lower on his list as he has the VCR tapes and hasn't decided if it is worth it)

Brain called in sick to see the game. That and the garage door collapsed yesterday - but it is was repaired yesterday. He is a very lucky man as his restored muscle car missed having a pulley fall on it by a few inches.

And Brain and his buddy were standing outside in it stripping a car who's remains were just picked up by the scrap man. I am waiting for him to come down with something - so far, it's just me that has the cold (and I wasn't standing in it - I was charging my life away at the dealership, then for the photographer for the wedding, then lending my friend the money so we could get a kickass deal on the BM dress...all I am willing to say is that my CC is begging for mercy lol).

psst Nuke - sarcasm. Also, that is basically what the swift boat people have been basically saying.

Happy Bday!

LMAO!

It took me 3 hours to get home from work last night. To be honest, that is about an hour earlier than I expected.

Happy Thanksgiving all!

Life takes on new meaning this Thanksgiving Life takes on new meaning this Thanksgiving Wednesday, November 24, 2004 I never got it. I didn't understand the whole fascination with cyclist Lance Armstrong. "Dude rode a bike and rode it better than a bunch of Euros … big deal." How wrong I was. Never has one athlete captured my focus as Armstrong has these days. But not just because of what he does on a bike. Armstrong fought the very battle I am just beginning to fight. More important, he won. After I had some vomiting bouts over the course of six months, my wife, Molle, finally talked me into going to the doctors. Physically, I felt fine. The White Sox season had ended, I was playing basketball almost every day, there were no signs of sickness beside a few nights of nausea since May. I brushed it off as just viruses picked up on airplanes or simply the fact that covering the Sox can do that to a man every so often. I was sent for a series of tests, the first being a CAT scan on my abdomen area. "We found an abnormality in the small intestine," the doctor would tell me a day later. "I'd like to send you to a surgeon." Within a week of thinking I was suffering from some sort of food allergy or something minor that a pill could fix, I was sitting with the surgeon and talking about the chance that I had lymphoma. "Can't be," I kept thinking. "I'm 36 years old, work out five days a week … just can't be." Because of where the obstruction was in my small intestine, the only way it could be reached was surgery. They would open me up, see what it is and remove it. And Sox general manager Ken Williams thought he had a bad start to his offseason. On Nov. 5, I underwent a two-plus-hour surgery in Minneapolis in which almost a foot of my small intestine was removed. As the doctors had guessed, it was lymphoma, which is a cancer that attacks the lymph tissues scattered throughout the body. It is almost impossible to describe the range of emotions that overwhelm you when told you have cancer. In an instant, life changed. I changed. A bad day for me in the past was delayed flights, a hotel room not ready, traffic, getting beat on a story, a rain delay. Laughable now. Now a tough day is praying that you can live long enough so that your 3-year-old son has vivid memories of you or hoping that no matter what happens your wife can still have a happy life. The thing I'm finding out about cancer is it doesn't care how old you are or how old your only child is. It doesn't care that you tried to eat right or that you tried to take care of yourself. It doesn't care if you have a positive outlook or a negative one. It's emotionless. And in my case it has not only been emotionless but stoic. Like a silent assassin it has been infiltrating my body, making sure to leave as little evidence as possible. Besides a few vomiting episodes, I have had no symptoms. None. My mother asked one of my doctors if Molle wouldn't have talked me into seeing a physician, how long would I have had. "Months," was his reply. That's why Thanksgiving has a whole new meaning for me this year. It's not just a day to sit back, watch football and feed my face all day anymore. It's a day to live and a day to be thankful that I have the opportunity to fight the opponent that is trying to kill me. It's not like a stray bullet or an out-of-control car that snatches life in the blink of an eye. I know what's trying to take me out. One problem — cancer picked the wrong person. Not walking away from a fight has always been a weakness of mine. I could never do it. Now it's my strength. I have no problem sitting down at the table across from cancer and saying, "Here we go, bro, me and you." The one thing I am most proud of throughout this is not once have I said, "Why me?" But now I will ask: Why me? Because I can beat this. Reading about the "dude who rode the bike" the last few days has further convinced me of that. Last week, I did get some bad news when slight traces of cancer were found in my bone marrow. There was only a 10 percent chance it would be there, but sure enough there was cancer once again showing that it also doesn't care about statistics. That news automatically moved me to a Stage IV lymphoma — the worst stage. In one phone call my rate of curability went from 85 percent to just under 50 percent. That's basically a flip of the coin. That's fine. I still like my odds. ******************************************************************** out for a full recovery for Joe.

It was knocking my car around really bad on I-290 (I almost completely lost control at one point it grabbed it so quickly), not so bad on I-294 though.

I tear up whenever I hear that one.

That is so cool. I read somewhere else online about a humpback whale holding up some people that were tossed out of a life boat,

LMAO! I asked the chicken to dance like an egyptian. I then said thanks and it took a bow - LOL!

Looks like there is a coastal flooding warning today due to the wind and the low pressure area moving in...