No, sillies, not the huge fart that DC produced last year, but my reflections on where I was a year ago on this day.
You see, today is my B-Day, and I can't help but be greatful that I'm still here. Last year at this time, I was sick as a dog. Chemo and radiation treatments were draggin me down and we would soon discover even more tumor's in my stomach.
Last year was bad, and I spent a lot of time getting my affairs in order... just in case. Granted, I'm one who always looks for the worse case scenario, but I honestly thought that seeing my 42nd birthday was not going to happen.
But HERE I AM! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Healthy and no signs of any cancer. Today I shall celebrate my birthday with a new found joy and thankfulness. And as always, I want to thank all of you who were so kind and caring last year. Your support and friendship really helped. When I was stuck in bed, not wanting to move, just popping on this and the "other site" made me smile. Took my mind off of it.
So I ask that sometime today, you all take a second to have a drink of something (alcohol or not) and raise your glass to all of you! You're damn special people, and I'm happy to still be here to play with all of you!
Thank you for allowing me this sincere, if not slightly mushy moment.
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye.."
Asking Trump to be President is like asking a zombie for a rim job.