Chemo

I don’t think it’s a secret that I had prostate cancer and was treated in early 2007 and cleared. I must have mentioned somewhere in the ‘Blog’ that it returned as a metastatic tumor and the hormone therapy I’m on causes ‘hot flashes’, and I apologized for all the kidding I gave friends and family subject to those ‘hot flashes’. They can be a #@%@. Well now it has spread a little and has somewhat of a different signature so they have decided I need ‘chemo’. Not an exciting prospect but if I expect to live to be 125 and get killed by a jealous boyfriend, and I do, then it becomes a necessary procedure. My oncology Doc says what I am getting should be ‘well tolerated’. I was encouraged by that. I say ‘was’!! After two treatments I have learned that ‘tolerate well’ is a relative term. What it really means is that if you haven’t lost your hair or fingernails, you’re not puking your guts out, and don’t have blood pouring from at least three body orifices, then you are ‘tolerating’ chemo fairly well. OK, I’m mostly kidding! I don’t have any of that but I will be glad when the last of my 6 treatments is over. I have three treatments a month for two months and then a reevaluation. And I’m pretty sure my Doc was right. Not so bad but it’s still no fun. Each treatment is a 4 hour I.V. drip procedure with six bags of stuff. But I take a book and the I pod, and I’m really good at naps. Kat sits and watches and crochets or shops and gets us a sack lunch. All in all it has slowed me down but I am glad to have the treatment. This too will pass and I will be well! I can still carve and get around but spend more time in a prone position than I would like. No Pickleball or softball so far. I don’t feel up to that. I guess I could write more too. Oh joy !!!!!!
I’m guessing that this has been a pretty euphoric few days for the folks in Columbus, OH. First they sign Urban Meyer as the Buckeye football coach and then the basketball team really thumps Duke. But let them not be too over confident. They have a ways to go to catch the Ducks of Oregon. I guess you can surmise that I have now made the complete transition from Buckeye to Oregonian. I don’t even tan in the summer anymore. “I rust”!
Oh, just so there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind, as far as I am concerned, all the Occupy crowd can ‘eat @%$# and die. OK that may be a little harsh,………………. or not? Maybe it would be kinda’ cool if cities kicked them out and the gov’t stopped supporting them. Like Richmond where they charged the Tea Party for their rallies and let the Occupiers slide. I think I’ll write the Mayor a note on that one. Just for giggles!
I guess I’m going to have to blame chemo on my not getting this post out in a timely manner. I’m finding that the side effects of chemo are cumulative and maybe just a tad more difficult than I would like to admit. But I’ll stick with the original date which was a couple weeks ago and you’ll have to make allowances

Beans

I had forgot that I wrote this a few weeks ago and then never ‘posted’ it. So here it is if you’re interested.
I have always maintained that I eat a lot of what my body tells me I should eat. I suppose that is true, to one degree or another, for us all. So It’s not always hamburgers, pizza, steak and eggs (fried in axle grease), ice cream, or potato chips (potato chips, now there’s a food group all by itself), sometimes I do eat vegetables and I do have a diet somewhat south of being a true carnivore. Lately I have taken a liking to soups and especially bean soup or just beans. I’m guessing it’s related to my medical condition and the trouble I have because of it. Beans are easy to digest, I think, and they do help me do what I need to do. Or as you will read below maybe it’s just hereditary. But without giving you more information than you really wanted, let me get to the real point.
I was eating a bowl of Bush’s Best Great Northern beans and a slice of bread for lunch and thought of my dad. My Dad was a true bean eater. I remember having navy beans cooked with a soup bone lots of times growing up. My Dad liked beans and to some degree we needed to eat cheap. Money was tighter than most of us would find now and I guess we had to save money where we could. I grew up on peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and oatmeal or cornmeal mush for breakfast. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty to eat, it was just cheaper stuff. Anyway Dad liked beans even to the point of eating cold bean sandwiches. And when we would go down to the ‘hills’ to visit family and old friends we went to this one old place where there was always a pot of beans on an old electric burner and I can still see him digging in. Beans, beans, beans!
That gets me to thinking of going to my Uncle Binks place. It was just on this side of the ridge from the ‘bean house’ in the previous paragraph, up at the top of Skeeter Hill. No kidding! Binks was a short, plump guy that wore nothing but ‘Bib’ overalls. He lived in the old Sines family home. At least as far as I know it was the old family home? And Binks was the only Sines relative I remember. I think my sister Sandy remembers an aunt and cousin and she may refute some of this, but it’s what I remember. And even though I have done quite a bit of genealogy on both family trees, it’s a little difficult to sort out. Didn’t ask when I could and now it’s too late. I’m sure a common affliction. And, ‘by the way’, the reason I write some of this stuff. Anyway, the house was relatively small, I only remember one bedroom, a parlor, and a kitchen/dining area. There may have been another small room. It wasn’t much but it was really neat! The parlor was virtually unused and had a big old overstuffed sofa and what I remember as nice stuff all covered with doilies. The kitchen had a coal burning stove as a center piece, a hand operated water pump next to a sink, and a wooden table with benches for seating. No running or hot water but a big kettle on the stove. And as I recall Dad liked a big drink of that cool well water from the pump. I remember being a little skeptical. The bedroom was lined with bookshelves holding every Louie Lamoure, Zane Grey, or any other ‘western’ ever written. That is what Binks did. Read westerns. No TV and I don’t even remember a radio. The kitchen had a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. To me it was like two homes. There was the real nice parlor and outside the door on that side of the house was a brick walkway with neat flower beds, two huge pine trees and a combination wood/wire picket fence. I remember peonies all along the walk and by the fence. Then there was the very rustic and utilitarian kitchen side and a porch where you would expect to see two rocking chairs and old folks smoking a pipe. But I really can’t remember the furniture. I do have a visual of maybe just a two or three person bench. Off the porch was an old shed just full of old tools and treasures and I remember playing there a lot. About 50’ up the toward the gravel and cinder road, on an old well worn stone path, just passed the outhouse, no indoor plumbing, was an old, old garage that probably had a model “T” in it that Binks took to town. But I can’t see a car. I just kind of feel it! Weird !! Beyond the shed was the garden. A large garden. I remember lots of potatoes and corn especially. And I remember Binks digging potatoes. Mostly though I remember cheese and bread. Saturdays Uncle Binks made bread in his old coal stove. That was a regular thing when we went to the ‘hills’ on the weekends back in the late 40’s and early 50’s. Fresh baked bread and big hunks of ‘longhorn’ cheese from the old ‘general’ store in New Straitsville, Ohio. The old ‘general’ store had a cool room that was built back into the side of the hill and that’s where they stored big wheels of cheese. Damn!! That was good stuff. Made more so by the years I’m sure. Anyway…………………… I guess that was my Dad’s home. I know that in the 1910 Census he was two years old and the youngest of 6 kids. Interestingly, what I learned from my Dad does not agree with the record. I can’t explain it, but the little that I remember from Dad and Uncle Binks just doesn’t match my genealogy search. But!! That is another story. Stay tuned for another exciting episode of ……………….

Hot Running Cold Water

Co. A 15th Ohio                                            Check the Outdoor temperature

Hot Running Cold Water is what you get when you turn on the cold water in a recreational vehicle when it’s 110 degrees outside and the water lines are not as well insulated as they might otherwise be in a ‘stick and brick’. We could probably run the water say………. till maybe……… November and it might cool off? Might? I’m not saying it’s hot or anything, but Jade took a drink out of her outside water dish and parboiled her tongue. Man! Did we get some dirty looks.
So in this heat we are likely to have a smoothie for breakfast. I’m trying different recipes but mostly it’s bananas and strawberries. I usually use the packaged mix but lately we’ve been trying yogurt too. So there’s a useless piece of information. But I think when I made a note to mention smoothies I had something else in mind. But if I did, I don’t now and you’re stuck with it. I think that’s in the scriptures somewhere, the Blog Scriptures anyway. And maybe somebody out there has something relevant to say about the whole smoothie issue? Kat says she might like to try an Ovaltine smoothie which sounds kinda’ interesting. Maybe that was it? But then wouldn’t that be just an Ovaltine shake?
We were talking to some folks here, actually the RV repair couple we have used here in Hondo, and they were telling us about a piece of property they bought down in the Carrizo Springs area. Turns out the area is another of the largest oil fields in the country. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty damn mad at hearing about all the oil we have in this country while at the same time paying $3.60 a gallon at the pump. There’s the Bakken oil field in the Dakotas and Montana, the huge field somewhere under the Rocky Mountains that is supposedly bigger, and now the one in Texas. If you cast around the internet you will read that there is more oil within our borders here in the good ol’ US of A than in all the middle east combined. What the @#$%@ !!!! I don’t know how much of this is verified and certified by Google, or Snopes or whatever, but I’m relatively certain that I’m being screwed with. Yesterday we drove into San Antonio and happened to pass a manufactured home dealer who had this huge sign hanging over his lot. OIL FIELD Homes For Sale! I’m guessing they weren’t shipping these suckers to Saudi Arabia!!!!! I don’t much care what some Hollywood type or tree hugger says, it is time to tell them all to ‘put it where the sun don’t shine’ and kick their political dumb ass friends out. So when I hear that some pencil neck thinks Rick Perry or Michelle Bachman are too divisive or mean spirited, I know they must be on the right track, and I say good on’em, and keep it up!
And you think that’s bad?? We went to get some Black Oil Sunflower seed for the birds the other day. $25.50 for a 25 lb bag. What ???................ Yup!! Over a buck a pound. So I said we’re gonna’ have some hungry birds. But we walked around looking at the rest of the feed store. I mean feed stores in Texas are where it’s happin’in. Right up there with Tractor Supply on Friday night. Anyway I find this dead little mouse in the corner and go over and report it to the counter guy. He said “better dead than alive’ and I said “he must have heard about your sunflower seed prices too!” True story! Swear!! I did find a 25 lb bag for only $19.95 down the road. At an even cooler feed store. I’m tellin’ya! So when we get home I go out and have a talk with the birds. We have this whole discussion about rising prices and stuff and I think I’m pretty clear and all. Next thing I know, I look out and we’ve got 6 or 7 LBJ’s pushing out seed to a gaggle of lard ass doves on the ground. Ingrates. ………………………………….Jade is enjoying the carnage.
OK! I was kidding about Jade’s tongue, and the carnage.

And this boys and girls is how you……………………..

Bloggin’ on

So much to say so little time. Just what you wanted to hear huh? That I got more to say. And I guess I should clarify that I have lots of time, I just don’t use it very wisely. Too many good books to read mostly. Some TV but not that much more. Because of the heat I mean. And of course there is the internet. That can be a huge consumer of time. But in my case the time is spent waiting for this old slow piece of crap laptop that I have to do anything. I think it is tired and has become curmudgeonly and learned how to pout. So mostly it’s the reading I think. I found a couple of new authors and they are to blame.
Maybe I should go over the rules for the Blog…….. OK now that I’ve covered that, I admit I probably have changed the focus for the Blog a little, or a lot, over the last few years. Do you realize I have 144 posts, 145 now, starting in March 2006. Wow! It use to be that I covered travel and places and just used it as a means of keeping in touch with family and friends. It was and still is that. But now it begins to be an opinion platform too. I’ve always been opinionated, who isn’t? But with the current state of affairs I almost feel an obligation to become a little more vociferous about my views. Mostly though with my audience I think I’m preaching to the choir. Mostly! And if that’s not the case then you need to listen more carefully. Big Grin there !!!
So we’re in Wal-Mart (go figure) yesterday and I’m sitting on a bench while Kat is off looking and touching and this mother and kid come by and as often happens the kid has come through the toy, candy, or cereal isle and didn’t get what he wanted. So it starts!! It begins with the moaning and goes through crying to laying on the floor throwing a tantrum. At first mom handled it OK but then she just kind of gave up. So this kid screams through the store for all of 30 minutes. And for 30 minutes I am chewing on railroad spikes and spitting out tacks and have blood running out of my mouth. In the past I have asked parents if they want me to ‘take care of that’. This time I couldn’t trust myself to do that. But I mean, “give me a break”! I know that it is beyond political correctness to the point of being dangerous to discipline a child in public but gee whiz. Gee whiz ???? I really don’t think that Adult and Family services is going to show up and take the child if there is a little discipline. I know you can’t beat them to a bloody pulp like you would like to, but you can’t let them win either. Take them home and beat’em. Just kidding! But what about some loss of privileges or a spanking or something. Kids don’t have to win if parents have some spine. Parents in charge make better children. Just braggin’ but ask my daughter. Had to put that in there. ‘Nuff’ said! No it’s not. I am reminded of Joey and Rachael. When we stayed at the park in Schertz for two months in May and June Joey and Rachael lived with their single parent mom in the trailer in front of us. Sometimes there are more permanents, as we call them, in RV parks then others. And they are not always retires and RV’ers if you get my drift. But I’m not trying to be derogatory or too judgmental. It just is what it is. Anyway, Joey and Rachael would come over and hang-out with us quite often, especially Joey. Neither of them had what I would call a real healthy up bringing. Mom had a decent job and kept food on the table but dad was mostly gone and hadn’t been much of a factor other than being a bad influence on Joey. Joey was 17 and in the same grade as his 14 year old sister. One year of that may have been medical which may have been from lack of attention and bad judgment, maybe? Still Joey was a good kid and we talked a lot when I was outside carving and he just got use to coming over and hangin’ out. We even took him shopping and to lunch a few times. As it turns out Joey had a 14 or 15 year old girlfriend who was pregnant and was facing rape charges and potential support payments to his girlfriend. The girlfriends mother apparently only wanted her daughter to have the child for the support payments and Joey couldn’t stand her. He wanted to be involved with the child but that wasn’t going to happen because of the mother. It appeared to be a real mess. Then when school was out Rachael mostly disappeared and we found out she was living with her boyfriend. Then the boyfriend and his family lost their home and moved in with Rachael, Joey and their mom, Rachael was pregnant and who knows what else. Just before we left Joey’s truck driving dad had showed up and offered to take Joey on a trip to the west coast for three weeks. Apparently they had patched it up a little after his dad showed up for a while. Joey was looking forward to it and it seemed like a good idea to me. But that is the last we heard. I’m going to have to write to Joey and see how it goes? And of course this whole thing goes to the moral of the story. Which is, parents need to be winners.
There’s more but I’ll put it in the next blog. It should follow real soon!  But before that, scroll down, you may have missed a couple of posts :)

Road Trip

Wow!! I lost 20 lbs in July. It could have been more, but I wanted to keep it reasonable for my first month of this plan. ‘Piece of cake’ too! I mean this is the easiest diet plan ever. I copied it right out of the US Congressional playbook. Here’s how it works. To keep it easy I didn’t put any eating restrictions on myself so I ate lots of everything I wanted. My thinking was that by doing that I would only gain a maximum of 40 lbs. But what happened was that I only gained 20 lbs. In effect then I lost 20 lbs. Like I said, a ‘piece of cake’! In August I’m going for 30. Why mess around?
I watched Gene Sperling on Fox News Sunday this AM. He’s one of Obama’s economic guys. I had to have Kat run outside and get the duct tape though. My head was about to explode after just a few minutes and I was going to need several wraps. But then I got it! It was Bush’s fault. All except for what was caused by the Japanese tsunami. Well geez! Why didn’t he just say so? I’m sure I can scrape up a few more tax dollars for a worthy cause. I’d just spend it on gas or something I want. It’s like a favorite bumper sticker I use to have. “Work Harder! 10 million people on Welfare are depending on you.” Arrgghh !!!
  Kat and her latest.

“ROAD TRIP”. That’s what you hear from us every other day, or so, when we’re kind of stuck here in Texas Hill Country. With the weather, meaning temperatures in the 103-106 degree range, we don’t spend much time outside. If I try hard I can get outside until about 11:00 and then it’s AC time. That kind of sucks because my schedule says that morning is computer time. Then just about the rest of the day would be outside for some maintenance or woodcarving, maybe a walk or sit in the shade and read, whatever? But if I try that schedule now I’m screwed for going outside. It’s all inside on AC. And regrettably I’m old, stubborn, curmudgeonly, and set in my ways. So to change my schedule is tough. As a result I don’t get much outside time. Not enough anyway. And if I do it’s usually woodcarving. And if you’re thinking I could get outside in the evening, think again. I think it’s still in the 90’s until after midnight. There’s a new sheriff in town.


Soooo….. The one saving grace is a ‘Road Trip’ We hop in our new Ford Escape and take a tour of Hill Country or something. Go run over rattlesnakes or tarantulas, maybe do a few laps around Wal-Mart. Yesterday we drove 50 miles to Uvalde, TX for dinner at the Golden Corral only to find it was closed. So we ended up at a place called the ‘Kettle’ which was marginal at best. We should have opted for the Texas ‘Stop Sign’. Know what that is? DQ, as in Dairy Queen. Every town in Texas with more than a population of 25 has one. I think our favorite was in Blanco. Drove 30 miles to that one more than once. By the way, the DQ Belt Buster burger fits nicely into my new diet.  Anyway, we like the Escape and it has been a savior here in the heat. I suppose we could head north but I just finished my last check-up on the cataracts so now it’s late and the heat extends in every direction from here for 1000 miles or more and gas prices are not going down. So I guess we’ll ‘tough it out’ and take a few more ‘Road Trips’.
After a couple of weeks at Canyon Lake COE park we ventured to Bandera, TX. The ‘Cowboy Capital of the World’. I don’t really understand all I know about that? We were there though. Even made the last day of the annual celebration; just by accident. We missed the rodeo though. But it seems to me, based on what I saw, that Molalla, OR, could stake just as good a claim to being the ‘Cowboy Capital of the World’. “Just Sayin’! Maybe Bandera had a couple more cowboy antique stores or a museum. Or maybe it’s just Texas vs Oregon? Not that it’s not a nice town. It is! And Texas is great! I just don’t get the Cowboy Capital thing? And the barbecue place was crummy. The ‘DQ’ was good though. You saw that coming huh?

An EPIC post. Or, on seeing again.

Talk about an overused pronoun. “Epic”. Don’t miss the next exciting episode, “it will be epic”! In an ‘epic’ address to the nation yesterday President O……… Bull crap !!!! I got your ‘epic’ !!!! It’s all about as epic as this installment of my blog. But! I suppose it just ‘is what it is’? Just the latest buzz word in use by the media. Still it bugs me. At least the overuse of ‘hero’ is winding down. Don’t get me wrong we do have some current heroes. It’s just that mostly what is defined as heroic is merely dieing or gaining attention in any situation that the media can paint as requiring sympathy. I require a little more substance from ‘my’ heroes.  And it doesn’t hurt if they’re in the military.  Not a requirement though.  Has anyone out there made the same connection I have between Cialus and Dr. Seuss? Every time I hear that commercial for Cialus, the one that says, “Cialus for all day use”, or something like that, what I hear is “Cialus, the littlest Seuss for youngest use”. Now that I’ve written this I need to look it up. I’m sure I remember reading a “littlest Seuss for youngest use” book to the kids. OK, as it turns out it was one of my favorites! ‘Hop on Pop’, subtitled, the simplest Seuss for youngest use’. Close! Regardless, I still here the Seuss thing in my head when that commercial comes on. That just ain’t right !!! Maybe I should call the FCC, FTC, FAA, CIA or maybe NCIS or something? Well it works for atheists and downtrodden minorities. OK, that was kind of lame. True but lame. Anyway now that I’ve shared my little limerick, you’re  stuck with it too. Ain’t it grand?

So I’m a little more than a week into my after cataract surgery experience. All I can say is ‘’’’ HOLY CRAP”” !!!!! I CAN SEE !!!!!

I’ll tell you, if you haven’t done this you have no idea. There are colors, there is clarity, there is definition, I can do things again. I knew my vision was bad, but ….. I had no idea. We went to Wal-Mart last night and I didn’t even need my glasses. I could read the expiration date on the milk and sour cream with no magnification. I drove and could read all the road signs and billboards. In the distance I could make out what was out there instead of a green or brown background. I could look at the car instrument panel and read the odometer, clock, and all that stuff. To all my woodcarving friends I can carve and see detail again. It is so much easier to carve when you don’t have to do it using the Braille method. Easier on fingers too. LOL, just kidding. I do still require reading glasses but the magnification I use is reduced about by about a factor of four and my eyes don’t get tired and itchy like they did. My eyes, make that eye, must be 20 years or so younger. And I still have the left eye to do. It’s incredible!!! Now I have to get off my ass and work on getting the rest of me to feel a little younger. Going to play Pickleball a little later and expect to be able to see the ball again. Can’t wait.

 

Day One                                                   Mine                                               Hers                           

TTYS

And have a Happy Fourth !!!

One and a wake-up

For the uninitiated that’s one day, Sunday, and one wake-up on Monday morning and then cataract surgery.  That is of course military overseas timekeeping.  Counting the days to rotation back to the U.S.  In my day it would have been returning to the ‘land of the round eye’, or the ‘world’.  Now it would be getting out of ‘towel head or sand #&%$*@ country, or something crude like that.  I even have a short timers calendar on the wall.  I take it down every day and cross off a day.  What this should all say is that I am very ready to have it done.  As I mentioned to daughter Wendy, being almost blind really sucks !!!!!   Can’t drive, can’t play Pickleball, can’t carve and can’t even do this without increasing the font size and squinting a lot.  I had a real scare yesterday.  I had charged my Sony Reader which allows me to enlarge the font to the point I can read comfortably, that’s large or extra large right now, and then it wasn’t working.  Panic !!  I played around for a few minutes and got it going, but it was a real scary situation.  Most importantly getting the surgery behind me means getting back on the road.  This is killing the gypsy in us.  I like Texas a lot. But six months in south Texas is enough.  And now the temperatures are hitting 100o plus.  104o yesterday and forecast today.  Put that together with a freaking ‘Hot Flash’ and the only place safe for me is the shower or the pool.  And now the water is warming up !!  We’re so thin blooded now that last night it got down to 80o and we had to turn on the heat !!  Anyway, we should be out a’ here around the 7th of July.  Waiting till after the 4th so we don’t have to fight crowds or make reservations at a park.   And when we get back on the road maybe I can change the subject?  Or……………….Not !!!

                                                                                                  

I watched the Republican debate from  New Hampshire.  Pretty good I thought.  Obviously every one of them would be better than Obama.  Crap, Our Jade would be better than Obama.  But, I’m not crazy about Romney.  He is just a little too much of a RINO.  He’s got the health care issue in Mass. and does he really believe in Global Warming.  Then Rick Perry and Sarah were not there.  If you saw Sarah on Fox News Sunday two weeks ago you might feel a little better about her.  She was really good.  I know she has some negatives, but who wouldn’t after the way she has been savaged by the media.  She is still my favorite and would have the biggest ‘pair’ in the race.   I hope she gets in.  We’ll see?  One thing is certain.  This time around the Republicans need to pick their candidate and not allow the media/Democrats to do it like they did McCain.   And you know they are already trying.  Part of my queasiness about Romney.  What’s he gonna run on?  I’m not as bad as Obama.  Anyway, he may be their guy.   Stay strong!

And they’re going to release 47,000 convicts in California because overcrowding is cruel and unusual.  I’d like to get a poll on that from the US Military and Veterans.  Do I really need to say more?  Well here !!!!  I lived in a few WWII barracks, slept in a forty man bay, peed in 10 man trough, crapped in a row of six or more shitters, and showered in a eight shower head stall.  All with no privacy.  That was state side.   In Vietnam the shower was on the base perimeter where they occasionally shot at us and our latrine was an eight man outhouse where your stuff fell into cut in half 55 gal. drums and was pulled out and burned with kerosene by GI’s.  That was the officers quarters and it had about a 20 man bay.  And California convicts are overcrowded?  BS!  I hope you remember this when California wants a bailout.  Crap and expletives deleted,  I wouldn’t piss on ‘em if they were on fire !!!  Damn !!!  Ask me how I really feel. 

I put away my Ohio State shirt for a while.  Apologies to the Buckeye Nation but I’d just rather not until it’s all straightened out.  I’m certain there is plenty of blame to go around.  It can’t be easy running a major college program with all that money and temptation surrounding you, let alone all the tattooed prima donnas you would have to deal with.  But !!  Lots of other colleges do it and I think for $2.5 million a year it ought to be doable.  Just not by Tressel I guess.  I was never really a fan of his anyway.  I hear lots of excuses and he did it for his guys and all that, but in the end I think that there were rules, everybody knew the rules, and the rules were not enforced, by Tressel.  That being the case there were no rules.  A rule not enforced is not a rule.  At best it is something you can point to and say here is the rule and so we’re OK.  So now the axe will fall and a lot of people who had nothing to do with this will be hurt, including fans.  That’s the bad news.  The worse news is all the responsible parties are or will be gone.  In that regard the NCAA really sucks.  It is real good at punishing the wrong folks.   Maybe they could get USC and OSU together and play in the Toilet bowl.  Crap !!

Nuff’ said !  This time !!!  

Kat’s latest