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OMG..... Eric is hillarious for a 4 year old.. Now its Jingle Fat.. : dies:



Poor starwars guys.. I can see them now.. the looks, the talk, the snickers..



Jenga Fett and Boba Fett will never be the same!!!

HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHHAHAHAH.. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH



So Eric is here for some time today, and him and iae are playing starwars legos ps2 game. The first one.



And I am listening to them as I am working on some house stuff.. and I had to stop and keep from dying laughing..



Eric is telling iae that Bobby Fat needs to do this and that and Bobby Fat has to do this.. and he wants to play Bobby Fat..



I could not help myself I was cracking up. I finnaly said, amidst wiping the laugh tears away, that it is Boba Fett..



Eric goes.. Miss Denise.. I said that.. Bobby Fat..I just laugh.



He says to me just now.. Miss Denise.. Bobby Fat is green. LOL



To funny.. lol to funny.

So today was my annual exam to ensure I do not have breast cancer. Only, the tests came back positive.



What this means is that just before Christmas I will have to go through a mammogram and an ultrasound to either prove or disprove the results.



I am not going to panic over this or get worked up because I have had a false positive before. The tests have always come back as truly being negative.



I know that not allot of people know what the Tscan experiment is. It is a process that is hopped to help, someday, replaces the mammogram machine. It is more comfortable and a less evasive form of exam. It is also something that can be done in woman earlier then in their 30's and 40's.



I do this for my daughter, for my sisters, for my grand-daughters (that better not come about any time in the next 10 years... or longer.. ), for my nieces and all the young ladies that I do and do not know.



This test is an important thing, it will allow women as early as in their 20's to be able to detect breast cancer. To have a fighting chance, something that woman in generations before me have not.



Now.. Why did I post this here? Well it is simple really. I have many friends here who knew about my appointment and wanted the results.



Also.. It gets the word out about this study and the importance of woman to have that exam.



Get checked, for your own piece of mind if nothing else.

Why?

Dr.: I am sorry Ma’am but I am afraid it is bad news.

Patient: *Tearfully * is it curable? Some sort of drug regiment or therapy?

Dr.: I am afraid no. It is a painful de-habilitating disease that there is at this time no known cure for.

Patient: * sobbing *

Dr.: Is there someone I can call for you, family, friends?

Patient: No.. *Wiping away tears * No. There is no one everyone has abandoned me.

Dr.: I will prescribe some of pain pills but in the end, know they will not help.

Patient: Thank you Doctor..

Patient: Doctor what is this disease?

Dr.: You, my dear, suffer from an over abundance of Drama.

Chest tightening and I cannot breath.

Fingers gripping the pillow, I do not want to move from this place.

My body aches and I do not want to move.

I want to stay here and sleep.

To dream, that is what I want.

To be safe in my dreams where you are with me.

Your touch is only a hint away, in my dreams.

I do not eat as I should, I do not sleep, as I should.

I do not have the energy to raise my head from the pillow.

This is the toll that depression takes upon the soul.

Some days are good and some are bad, and always I will go on.

I want to reach out and touch you, to feel you on my fingertips.

I want to hold you and rest my head upon your chest.

I want you to come home.

To make dinner for you, to fall asleep with you.

To wake to you, I need you.

My heart aches and my mind rationalizes, but it does nothing to fill the emptiness that only you can fill.

I have tried listening to music but the tears change everything.

Uncontrollable and needed at the same time.

Exhaustion is taking its toll.

I just want you to come home; today was not a good day.

So I have been thinking.



Some of the things I see here on the rave... Especially in the vamp box, have drawn me to some conclusions.





Some of you people would have a great lucrative job in the movie business. Especially in the area of drama’s and some B grade movies.



Some of you should write books, which would equal out to drama and those trashy romance novels.



Some of you would benefit from going back to elementary school to learn the basics, AGAIN, of writing a sentence.



Some of you could get paid allot of money to teach drama to high school students. Lord knows they could take lessons from you.