Hello again Threadless. It's been a while since I've blogged or been a part of your superinformation highway community. I've been recently battling with a raging case of hemroids. My "stinky balloons" as I call them. This last case was so bad that I couldn't even sit up due to the huge blister looking roids popping out of my asshole. Right before I had my doctor lance them open with a big ol' sharp X-acto knife, he was kind enough to take a snapshot of them for my scrapbook:


the one to the left I called "baby" because it hurt so bad everytime I had a B.M. that it felt like I was having a baby. :)

I've really become a big fan of scrapbooking. I make scrapbooks for my grandkids to remember ol' Tastey Gramps once he bites the dust. I put fun momments of my elderly life into it so they can remember the one lesson I have for children: DON'T GET OLD!
That's right...my most recent scrapbook I did had fun momments including:

•Pictures of me in an ambulance after breaking my hip.
•A picture of my swollen hemroidal ass (see above).
•A full 4 pages of obituary postings of all my friends who have died in the last year.
•Pictures of what goes on in my room when we get bored at the Old Folks Home (see pictures at www.lemonparty.org
•Pictures of me being creepy in a bar trying to pick up young drunk girls who don't know any better..