Et tu

Well, Thankyou Mr. Yoop. 

I think…  however, I have been pondering, your et tu  at first I thought it was french….(after all I am Canadian)  but I will admit to failing french in Grade 9 back inn the dark ages of my youth.  Then I suddenly remembered Julius Ceasar  and "Et Tu Brutus"  and by the very way of my total insanity and rememberences of my ill spent (but fun youth)  a crazy Latin teacher and my son….  this total bastardization of Latin Phrase came to mind.

Every time I watch NCIS  or back in the day  that show   hmmm (hunky Navy Lawyer guy)  (brain not work today)

they say Semper Fi!

well crazy Latin teacher used a phrase for what Ii do not know.

Semper  Ubi  Sub Ubi  and all the girls Giggled.  see what your phrase of  Et Tu brought to me this Wednesday February 23rd?  Could be some folks here have   Broked Computers!  I miss all the chatter of the before times, I miss loads, Heck I need the olds  I have reached a part in my life, where I WANT to read the olds.  (you guys being the olds mind you)  Mr. Yoop, Mr. Yawn, Ms. BW, Fountainhead and all his fountainettes and of course Mrs. Fountainhead, Rox, Even that mean sometimes Elmer Fudd, (who really is a sweety)  when he doffed his hunting cap and grew some lovely locks) I cannot remember all the names,  some have left us,  some have deserted us, some have prob just given up on us.  But some do pop in once in a blue moon, which does happend maybe twice a year.

I had many bottles of blood  *my right to state bottles instead of vials) taken yesterday,  took THREE veins to get enuff, then the ECG showed such weird tracings, they went and got another machine to hook me up to.  I said it was because there were no boobies to bounce the electricity through,  they wished (I bet) they could have patted my head saying soothing things like  there there Mrs. Bonnie.   But when they put the electrodes  on my tummy, and at the same time the distal tube began to drain CSF it went haywire,  ( I said  electrolights)  they must have thought HMMM what is it with this woman,  (I forgot to tell them I had a shunt which drains into my tummy)  and perhaps placing a electrode on my belly to see if it was working, was the thing not to do.

So who knows what the ECG reading will show.   I would hate to be the cardio guy who attempts to read that strip. hahha my day in  a nutshell.  (my eye is sore)  does o ne get a black head on a ear lid?  I wonder!  hope so.

Thankyou Mr. Yoop and how true that could be sort of almost anyhow.  Twas in the summer days of 2009.  We were getting ready to make our yearly trek to bear booberry country.  My hubby was in our local beer store stocking the truck up with his rations of beer.  Best way to forget about prowling bears in the night doncha know.

Our two kitties,  knew something was up,  they were going to be abandoned again to the custody of the most loving kittie lookerafters ever.  But still we were going.  Boxes of foods, sleeping bags, pillows, more boxes of what is suspiciously looking like that old Grey Goose Bottle again….and clothes, and neat things, and oh ya more food. were piling up in the living room waiting for brave hubby to extract himself from the beer store with his supply.  I went to check the mail just outside our door.

ArCee (our black panther)  wanted a peek  (indoor kittie)  no no outside….I gently pushed her back.  She backed up most slinky like,  green eyes like slits.  No mail.  I closed the door.  turned, and quick as you can say  Where is that bottle of Champagne now?  she lunged at my poor varicose riddled shin.  and BIT ME  (a four toofed one at that)  (she is rather a short panther, or else she missed on the jugular height, not being very good at maths)   it did not hurt, but I glanced down, and noted duly a puddle of  EEEEEEEW   BLOOD POOLING sooooooo fast.  I noted also  it was like a cartoon show where a hole is found in a garden hose, and the water is squirting to the tune of a samba drum, against the freshly painted (butter cream coloured) foyer walls. 

Now to Mr. Gil Grissom from CSI Las Vegas, it would have been a very very interesting blood spatter, up and down, thin lines and pools I say Pools forming.  I had not moved yet.  I was fascinated as one can be as of course cos there was no pain, it did not register as being MY BLOOD.   I heard my cat yowling, crying, moaning, horrified, the other one, came out to see what was the matter, took a whiff, and ran like the dickens up the stairs, mumbling in-coherently to the perpetrator of this crime. 

For some STUPID reason instead of walking with hand pressed on shin to the kitchen (tile floor)  I went to the LR  (hardwood and carpet floor, to find a phone)  now my LR has these squirty things I would exaggerate and say up to the ceiling but even my heart ain't that strong.  I phoned hubby on his cell.  Most casual asked where he was,  said he was in the beer store,  I said could you come home please?  he said I be about 15 min, I said could you come home now please? I really really need you.   He laughed and said  WHOOPI!  (what was that all about) 

true to his word, he came in.  Must have thought I was a goner.  Walked into the foyer…..saw a few  hundred gallons of thick coagulating blood, walls that will never be the same, heard two kitties crying out in what? and me on the sofa with a roll of toilet paper (garnered from my packed stashed, I did not find the paper towels.

He has St. John Training, so applied pressure, it stopped and he cleaned up the mess.  whew.  Made me lay down. did the rest of the packing.   next day we left with no word about the attack from the panther.

Camping first hour.  Didn't I go and close the door of the truck too quickly and caught my sore shin on the door, and ended up with a bigger bash bleeding bleeding again.   And that my friends  is the very same foot as that BIG GIANT FURRY SNAKE THAT ATTACKED ME making me go for the first time in HISTORY OF MY CAMPING LIFE older than most of you guys here on MPIP go to the doctor.  (doctor did not believe it was a big furry hooded spitting cobra that snuck into Ontario via a loon)  but some sort of spider bite that my immune system could not fight.  SHUCKS the snake story sounds better.

ALL on the same limb.

Thankyou Mr. Yoop and how true that could be sort of almost anyhow.  Twas in the summer days of 2009.  We were getting ready to make our yearly trek to bear booberry country.  My hubby was in our local beer store stocking the truck up with his rations of beer.  Best way to forget about prowling bears in the night doncha know.

Our two kitties,  knew something was up,  they were going to be abandoned again to the custody of the most loving kittie lookerafters ever.  But still we were going.  Boxes of foods, sleeping bags, pillows, more boxes of what is suspiciously looking like that old Grey Goose Bottle again….and clothes, and neat things, and oh ya more food. were piling up in the living room waiting for brave hubby to extract himself from the beer store with his supply.  I went to check the mail just outside our door.

ArCee (our black panther)  wanted a peek  (indoor kittie)  no no outside….I gently pushed her back.  She backed up most slinky like,  green eyes like slits.  No mail.  I closed the door.  turned, and quick as you can say  Where is that bottle of Champagne now?  she lunged at my poor varicose riddled shin.  and BIT ME  (a four toofed one at that)  (she is rather a short panther, or else she missed on the jugular height, not being very good at maths)   it did not hurt, but I glanced down, and noted duly a puddle of  EEEEEEEW   BLOOD POOLING sooooooo fast.  I noted also  it was like a cartoon show where a hole is found in a garden hose, and the water is squirting to the tune of a samba drum, against the freshly painted (butter cream coloured) foyer walls. 

Now to Mr. Gil Grissom from CSI Las Vegas, it would have been a very very interesting blood spatter, up and down, thin lines and pools I say Pools forming.  I had not moved yet.  I was fascinated as one can be as of course cos there was no pain, it did not register as being MY BLOOD.   I heard my cat yowling, crying, moaning, horrified, the other one, came out to see what was the matter, took a whiff, and ran like the dickens up the stairs, mumbling in-coherently to the perpetrator of this crime. 

For some STUPID reason instead of walking with hand pressed on shin to the kitchen (tile floor)  I went to the LR  (hardwood and carpet floor, to find a phone)  now my LR has these squirty things I would exaggerate and say up to the ceiling but even my heart ain't that strong.  I phoned hubby on his cell.  Most casual asked where he was,  said he was in the beer store,  I said could you come home please?  he said I be about 15 min, I said could you come home now please? I really really need you.   He laughed and said  WHOOPI!  (what was that all about) 

true to his word, he came in.  Must have thought I was a goner.  Walked into the foyer…..saw a few  hundred gallons of thick coagulating blood, walls that will never be the same, heard two kitties crying out in what? and me on the sofa with a roll of toilet paper (garnered from my packed stashed, I did not find the paper towels.

He has St. John Training, so applied pressure, it stopped and he cleaned up the mess.  whew.  Made me lay down. did the rest of the packing.   next day we left with no word about the attack from the panther.

Camping first hour.  Didn't I go and close the door of the truck too quickly and caught my sore shin on the door, and ended up with a bigger bash bleeding bleeding again.   And that my friends  is the very same foot as that BIG GIANT FURRY SNAKE THAT ATTACKED ME making me go for the first time in HISTORY OF MY CAMPING LIFE older than most of you guys here on MPIP go to the doctor.  (doctor did not believe it was a big furry hooded spitting cobra that snuck into Ontario via a loon)  but some sort of spider bite that my immune system could not fight.  SHUCKS the snake story sounds better.

ALL on the same limb.

Well, Thankyou Mr. Yoop. 

I think…  however, I have been pondering, your et tu  at first I thought it was french….(after all I am Canadian)  but I will admit to failing french in Grade 9 back inn the dark ages of my youth.  Then I suddenly remembered Julius Ceasar  and "Et Tu Brutus"  and by the very way of my total insanity and rememberences of my ill spent (but fun youth)  a crazy Latin teacher and my son….  this total bastardization of Latin Phrase came to mind.

Every time I watch NCIS  or back in the day  that show   hmmm (hunky Navy Lawyer guy)  (brain not work today)

they say Semper Fi!

well crazy Latin teacher used a phrase for what Ii do not know.

Semper  Ubi  Sub Ubi  and all the girls Giggled.  see what your phrase of  Et Tu brought to me this Wednesday February 23rd?  Could be some folks here have   Broked Computers!  I miss all the chatter of the before times, I miss loads, Heck I need the olds  I have reached a part in my life, where I WANT to read the olds.  (you guys being the olds mind you)  Mr. Yoop, Mr. Yawn, Ms. BW, Fountainhead and all his fountainettes and of course Mrs. Fountainhead, Rox, Even that mean sometimes Elmer Fudd, (who really is a sweety)  when he doffed his hunting cap and grew some lovely locks) I cannot remember all the names,  some have left us,  some have deserted us, some have prob just given up on us.  But some do pop in once in a blue moon, which does happend maybe twice a year.

I had many bottles of blood  *my right to state bottles instead of vials) taken yesterday,  took THREE veins to get enuff, then the ECG showed such weird tracings, they went and got another machine to hook me up to.  I said it was because there were no boobies to bounce the electricity through,  they wished (I bet) they could have patted my head saying soothing things like  there there Mrs. Bonnie.   But when they put the electrodes  on my tummy, and at the same time the distal tube began to drain CSF it went haywire,  ( I said  electrolights)  they must have thought HMMM what is it with this woman,  (I forgot to tell them I had a shunt which drains into my tummy)  and perhaps placing a electrode on my belly to see if it was working, was the thing not to do.

So who knows what the ECG reading will show.   I would hate to be the cardio guy who attempts to read that strip. hahha my day in  a nutshell.  (my eye is sore)  does o ne get a black head on a ear lid?  I wonder!  hope so.