From Retro Man To Gizmo Guy, And The "V" Story..

Thursday, an older friend of mine brought in a little espresso machine to our buffet. He didn't use it, and wanted more storage space at his place- and wanted to give it to me free! It's an older model, but I couldn't just "take" it for nothing! I was playing a Keno ticket at the time, and when I turned it in- I had won $20 bucks! I gave my friend the $20, and we were both happy! I hadn't bought a gizmo for the kitchen for a year, then in the span of one month, a new dehydrator, a slow cooker, and now an espresso machine! I would have taken a photo of the unit, but it still needs a little cleaning up...
In a totally unrelated subject, last week K (Interstitial Life Feb. 27th post) Commented on a doctor that was running a special on vasectomies during March Madness.. Smart doctor! Good marketing! I just made me reminisce about the time I made that decision... Funny story, but you be the judge..
My wife and I decided two boys were enough, and we decided it was a lot simpler for me than her to get the square knot tied. As we were both in our late 20's, my doctor had a rule that he counsel us, and make sure this is what we wanted. After that, we set a date for the out-patient surgery. I showed up from a 1/2 day of work, and said "Let's do it!" He asked if I had driven myself to his office, I said yep. Local anesthetic only, no knock out drugs.. He did the deed, then said "Jump off the table".. I informed him I wasn't "jumping" anywhere! To my surprise, there was no pain! I asked him about that and he answered;"That's because the twins are still numb" He looked at his watch and told me to get moving, as I would not be feeling too spiff in about 20 minutes...His last instructions were to take it easy, use a lot of ice, AND DON'T GO ANYWHERE! I pulled into my driveway hitting both gas and brakes like they were unstable high explosives. I poured myself a gin and tonic the size of a fish bowl and drank it faster than the gold fish would have.. I then informed my wife I was going to the gun club's poker/raffle night. Talking to me when my manhood to endure pain is questioned is a bad idea. Played cards all night, caught a few hours sleep, and got ready for my bosses Wedding Anniversary party- of which I was the photographer. Got home. By now I am hurting, as you would expect!
Because of my total disregard of doctor's orders, I had to wear a jock for a month. Taking a shower meant holding them up with one hand while I washed with the other. Walk? Yes. Jog? No! I won't go into detail how embarassing it is to stand in a clinic with a "sample" while a good looking nurse asks how old it is.. I won't into how a month later my youngest kicked me in the groin while we were playing on the floor, and they turned black and blue.. I won't say a lot about going back to the doctor about this, just to be told what I had was a good, swift kick in the Ba*ls!
Other than that, I must give you one Opinion, and we all are not the same so don't take this wrong... Mother Earth only can support "X" amount of people, let's not find out what that number is the hard way...