Who wants to talk about my butt?
Those readers who are squemish might want to skip this entry.
I've only got about 5 people who read this anyway (and 1 really random person from New Mexico who seems to check this blog religiously, who are you by the way? You're freaking me out!). By the way, my statcounter logs IP addresses, and tells me where people are reading my blog from, so while you're watching me, I'm watching you. How funny is that?
More funny than my butt, which brings me back to my original topic.
My doctor says it is time for my first colonoscopy! I'm so thrilled! Can't a 32 year old black man have some random chest pains and blood in his stool for 2 days straight without people pushing the panic button? Appearantly not, because my wife punched that panic button with her best right hook, and made me go see my doctor for the first time in 6 years. Oh well. I always said I was getting old, and now I'm officially entering my middle age with this 'right of passage'.
There, now that I've told the whole world about it, I feel better. Ok, that's not true, I feel emberassed actually, but I think this is important, so I'm putting it on a website for the whole world to read. I'm doing this because (here comes some cosmic irony) I was inspired by the comedy central network.
No, really, stop laughing! There's this great show there called The Man Show, and it used to star this great entertainer named The Fox. He looked like this.
He sang all sorts of bawdry drinking songs (which I loved) and was the fastest beer drinker in the world. He could even chug a beer while standing on his head! This is the sort of stuff that men truely admire. He died too young from prostate cancer. If he had gottem himself checked out sooner rather than later, he would probably still be lifting men's spirits today.
Then there is the fact that my grandmother died of colon cancer. I don't really know if early detection would have made any difference for her, but I don't plan to take any chances. Additionally, one of my favorite stations continually bombards me with public service announcements to "Check-in or Check-out!". There's a definite movement to try and make it 'manly' to go and get worked over by a physician. I don't think it will every really be manly, but I'm concerned enough to make sure I'm not going to keel over and leave my family in a lurch. I'm also sharing my story with as many people who will listen, so that if/when they face a similar choice, they won't feel so alone. A couple people have already shared their experiences with me (and one of them was really funny), and I was very grateful. Now I don't feel quite so alone because of them. Thank you both.
There is a bright side to all this. I now officially get to have my mid-life crisis! As long as I'm going through this middle-age 'right of passage', it is only appropriate for me to enjoy the upside of this too right? Right!?!? I haven't decided between the covette and the motorcylce yet, although my wife has selected for me. She says I get to wallow in a new computer with next year's tax returns. Whopee! She also says I don't get any hoochie mamas, unless SHE is that hoochie mama (which is fine with me, she's got a great butt). Although, it wouldn't be an official mid-life crisis if I didn't at least look around alittle, so if you're interested the hoochie position, please feel free to apply here.
Ok, enough about my butt. Time to talk about this week's song selection. Since I mentioned my grandmother, I thought I would share my song for her. I've lost 2 people who were especially close to me in my life. For both I have selected a song to remember them by. I've also selected a song for myself and another for my wife for when our times come (hopefully quitely in our sleep, at the exact same moment, 70 years from now). None-the-less, this is a piece I played over and over and over whenever I missed my grandmother, and it helped me say goodbye.
This may be difficult for my mother to re-experience, and I'm sorry for that. But the song is really beautiful.
I've only got about 5 people who read this anyway (and 1 really random person from New Mexico who seems to check this blog religiously, who are you by the way? You're freaking me out!). By the way, my statcounter logs IP addresses, and tells me where people are reading my blog from, so while you're watching me, I'm watching you. How funny is that?
More funny than my butt, which brings me back to my original topic.
My doctor says it is time for my first colonoscopy! I'm so thrilled! Can't a 32 year old black man have some random chest pains and blood in his stool for 2 days straight without people pushing the panic button? Appearantly not, because my wife punched that panic button with her best right hook, and made me go see my doctor for the first time in 6 years. Oh well. I always said I was getting old, and now I'm officially entering my middle age with this 'right of passage'.
There, now that I've told the whole world about it, I feel better. Ok, that's not true, I feel emberassed actually, but I think this is important, so I'm putting it on a website for the whole world to read. I'm doing this because (here comes some cosmic irony) I was inspired by the comedy central network.
No, really, stop laughing! There's this great show there called The Man Show, and it used to star this great entertainer named The Fox. He looked like this.
He sang all sorts of bawdry drinking songs (which I loved) and was the fastest beer drinker in the world. He could even chug a beer while standing on his head! This is the sort of stuff that men truely admire. He died too young from prostate cancer. If he had gottem himself checked out sooner rather than later, he would probably still be lifting men's spirits today.
Then there is the fact that my grandmother died of colon cancer. I don't really know if early detection would have made any difference for her, but I don't plan to take any chances. Additionally, one of my favorite stations continually bombards me with public service announcements to "Check-in or Check-out!". There's a definite movement to try and make it 'manly' to go and get worked over by a physician. I don't think it will every really be manly, but I'm concerned enough to make sure I'm not going to keel over and leave my family in a lurch. I'm also sharing my story with as many people who will listen, so that if/when they face a similar choice, they won't feel so alone. A couple people have already shared their experiences with me (and one of them was really funny), and I was very grateful. Now I don't feel quite so alone because of them. Thank you both.
There is a bright side to all this. I now officially get to have my mid-life crisis! As long as I'm going through this middle-age 'right of passage', it is only appropriate for me to enjoy the upside of this too right? Right!?!? I haven't decided between the covette and the motorcylce yet, although my wife has selected for me. She says I get to wallow in a new computer with next year's tax returns. Whopee! She also says I don't get any hoochie mamas, unless SHE is that hoochie mama (which is fine with me, she's got a great butt). Although, it wouldn't be an official mid-life crisis if I didn't at least look around alittle, so if you're interested the hoochie position, please feel free to apply here.
Ok, enough about my butt. Time to talk about this week's song selection. Since I mentioned my grandmother, I thought I would share my song for her. I've lost 2 people who were especially close to me in my life. For both I have selected a song to remember them by. I've also selected a song for myself and another for my wife for when our times come (hopefully quitely in our sleep, at the exact same moment, 70 years from now). None-the-less, this is a piece I played over and over and over whenever I missed my grandmother, and it helped me say goodbye.
This may be difficult for my mother to re-experience, and I'm sorry for that. But the song is really beautiful.
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You'll do fine, and start shopping for that dual core alienware now!