Archive for December, 2005

Yucky Peas

Posted on December 29th, 2005 in Family News, Tom | No Comments »

Ice Cream is Better

Bit of shameless self-promotion, but who cares.

My wife has been working for the past few days on different clothing ideas, but so far, I haven’t heard any ideas on how she plans to advertise her products. So check them out and let us know what you think.

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Coatesville a Biking Mecca?

Posted on December 15th, 2005 in Tom | 1 Comment »

I wake from my long slumber to post this interesting tidbit of gossip. According to CyclingNews.com, “The City of Coatesville in southeastern Pennsylvania is conducting a feasibility study to develop a new indoor velodrome and cycling complex.”

For those of you who are aware of the recent golf course debacle at the Saha farm, the city has been trying to find a hook to bring people to the city and revive the economy of the city. Personally, I like this idea much better than the golf course. It’s unique, and, if successfully, would be attractive to bicycle fanatics all over the east coast.

I’ll be keeping an eye on this, and let you know what I find out.

“If the doctor doesn’t take off the lump…

Posted on December 7th, 2005 in Family News, Sarah | No Comments »

…from your arm, mom, will your whole body turn into one big lump? Like if it just keeps getting bigger and bigger?”

Serious question from a four year old about my surgery tomorrow morning to remove a lipoma from my arm.

“No, my whole body won’t turn into a lump. But, it does need to be removed before it gets any bigger.” I’ve had this aberration on my arm since I was sixteen. It’s not pretty. It’s on the inside of my right arm, at the bend.

“Are you scared to have the doctor cut off your arm?”

“Heh.. he’s just going to take off the lump, not my whole arm. Yes, I’m a little scared.”

“Don’t be scared, mom, God is with you all the time.” (Why can’t he remember this at bedtime?)

“Thanks for reminding me. Even mommies need to be reminded. You can pray for me tomorrow while I’m at the doctors.”

“Can Mrs. Collins help me pray?”

“Yes, Thomas.”

“Can I kiss the lump?”

I extend my arm. He looks at it, wrinkles his nose and kisses the lump.

“Thanks Thomas… nothing like a preemptive kiss. Feels better already.”

I scrub my knuckles over his freshly buzzed head.

“HEY, MOM!!!”

“I love you, Thomas.”

“I love you, too, Mom…” (Sounds like “Awe, shucks!”)

“Mom, if you need help getting a drink of water when your lump is cut off I can help you.”

“Thats very thoughtful of you, thanks. Go to sleep, Thomas.”

“GRRRrrr.”