3/2/12

Well, Superfluous “R” month is over. Huzzah. Not that I have anything against Frerbruraryr, it’s just… um, I don’t know, over. Anyhoo, I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday so I cut out of work early. Sure, I could have written a rant in the morning, but I didn’t, so deal. Now, if this were NEXT month, y'all would be getting a tale of woe and heartbreak about some dread disease he found. Not so much. He didn’t like something on my EKG however so he wants a Nuclear… sorry, Nuculer Stress Test done. It is similar to the regular stress test he had me take back in ’08, but this time they inject some sort of dye into the veins to take pictures of the blood flow in the heart. It is scheduled for the 15^th and I just asked for that day off. I thought about asking for the following day to get a four-day weekend, but didn’t do it. Who knows, I might die on the treadmill and get an infinite-day weekend! By the way, if that or something else kills me, the list of places I'd like bits of my ashes spread can be found under “Libraries: Documents: Lists and Plans: Final Resting Places” in my laptop. Psh, what the hell, I'll just list it here. Places I'd like to have “A Wee Bit O’ Me Ashes” sprinkled, in no particular order: Along FM5 in Aledo Texas; Along the “Tail of the Dragon” (US Route 129 in Blount County, Tennessee); Crumley Hall, University of North Texas, Denton Texas; The BNSF Railroad Corporate Office main campus, Fort Worth Texas; The old fire station at (approximately) 500 S Bryan Ave, Fort Worth Texas; The Motorsport Ranch, Cresson Texas; Texas World Speedway, Brian/College Station Texas; Road America, Elkhart Lake Wisconsin; Road Atlanta, Braselton Georgia; Mid-Ohio, Lexington Ohio; Watkins Glen International, Watkins Glen New York; mom’s and dad’s grave sites, Boyd Texas; Alaska, nowhere in particular; outer space; the house at 4016 Burkett, Fort Worth Texas; one or more of the UFO museums, Roswell New Mexico; and the old well in the Dr. Pepper Museum, Waco Texas. At least that is the list as it stands right now. Of course, Aunt Margaret has offered me one of her “spare” plots in the Boyd cemetery next to mom’s and dad’s so… whatever. I won't care, I'll be dead. Make Soylent Green out of me for all I care. Donner, party of 87! Your table is ready. What, too soon? Anyhoo, I doubt I'll do any dying anytime soon, but we’ll see. So John e-mails me to say he’s not going to the shop tomorrow. I'm not sure what I'll wind up doing now. Perhaps I'll take The Seven out for a hoon. This is a First Sunday weekend after all. Feh, I don’t know. I really otter go to the shop and hook up the gauges in Lil' Wiggly and see if they are going to work. Of course doing that by myself is probably not the best idea. If they don’t work, something might… break. Yeah, I probably won't do the gauges until John is there to keep me calm. I suppose, weather permitting, I could start stripping the Spitfire. Hmm, that might not be a terrible idea. Ok, I think I'll do that. Unless I think of something better to do, of course. Well, I'm getting bored talking to y'all. I think I'm going to call it a rant and go do something else. Toodles. Addendum. After writing that first bit of rant, I began feeling like hammered dog shit. I think I'm having an adverse reaction to that pneumonia shot the doctor gave me yesterday. Well, that or the abscessed gum situation going on in my jaw… or the fact that I’m starting a new blood pressure med tonight and therefore didn’t take one this morning. Suffices to say, I feel like shit. I probably won't be going to the shop at all tomorrow. I'll sleep in and watch DVDs all day. I'm thinking a “Prisoner” marathon to start, perhaps followed by the three “Mad Max” movies. I'll let y'all know what went down on Monday… if I survive.