Friday, July 31, 2009


Time to bring you up to date. Things are looking up. Although I’m still unable to stand up by myself -- Cliff is forever “giving me a lift” -- the broken bones in my left foot are healing nicely. The swelling is going down, and it is no longer painful.

Although I’m still feeling some pain in the right hip/thigh area, it is more of a dull ache that at times I don’t even feel. I’ve been able to cut my pain medication in half.

My chiropractor gave me a couple of exercises to strengthen my right leg, and I’ve been doing some daily. He remarked on the improvement when I saw him the other day. Oh, now I’ve been able to cut back my chiropractor visits from what started as daily, then went to every other day, to twice a week, and now down to once a week.

Speaking of exercise, it is absolutely true that I don’t mind exercise. I can watch other people do it all day.

Let’s have some fun:


Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull from the stockyard in a far town so that they can breed their own stock. They only have $600 left. Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home."

The brunette arrives at the stockyard, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home." The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, "It's just 99 cents a word."

Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left. She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word. After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send her the word ‘comfortable’." The operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word "comfortable?" The brunette explains, "My sister has trouble with big words. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bul."


  1. I'm glad your foot is doing better.

    Where do you find this stuff?!? LOL!

  2. Glad to read you're on the mend! That chiropractor of yours sounds like a real gem. Hope you're spending the extra time you're not spending on office visits doing your "homework!"

  3. Lol! And oh my. Go read "No Life For A Lady," a memoir by a woman whose father was an engineer for the Santa Fe Railroad. She was sent to New York for being made into a lady after growing up on a cattle ranch on the border. The times she lived in!

    Speaking of which, I need to go to myself and rustle up a spare copy or two. It's a good one for reading while one heals. Glad to know you're on the mend.