Ah, Dennie...I'm so disappointed! I'm reading your email from the back of one of those country & western touring buses, having picked up the AGPAPE&PS band (for you newcomers, that's the allgirlportapottyecho&percussionshow) to come sing under your hospital window. Coming from the rest of the country were those members of the Kilgore clan who had completed the required course to qualify for our pickle flute triple octet. Naturally, we're all decked out in our purple boxers with the tin foil on the proper fingers. So now you go and tell us you're not IN THE HOSPITAL! Okay, gang, our new rendezvous point is the home of Ben Blumel; while he's not in the hospital, he does have to spend his days with Nell, and he's always told us (on the board where we post our secrets that we've all promised never to share) that living with her is a lot like being in the hospital, so let's not waste this gasoline. (Oh Nell, you know we love you and I'm only teasing------we never believe Ben anyway!) So see, Dennie, you once again messed things up; you sit there and think about what you've done, young lady! Seriously, Dennie, there's a verse in Colossians where the Apostle Paul since "we have not stopped praying since we heard" and I can assure you that's been true of a whole lot of us Kilgores on this board, including me. You do exactly what it takes to get better, and don't push yourself; otherwise, I'll send you my latest CD: Randy's hip hop version of Hungarian Love Rhapsodies. (You should see me "busting a move" with those break dancers the studio provided!) Hi to the rest of you Kilgore oldies! I pray for those of you I know regularly; and I pray for those I don't know to remain blissfully unaware they're related to me. Warmest regards to Dennie and all the rest of you; tonight at midnight, by moonlight, I'll don my purples and tinfoil to serenade you from afar. Randy In a message dated 6/16/2008 9:13:50 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, [email protected] writes: I just got out of the hospital with a brain aneurysm* *(2 surgeries), so right now what is left of my brain is not thinking very well. My odds... Getting to the hospital alive (less than 30%) Living through the first surgery (less than 50%) Living through the second surgery (less than 50%) Getting a bed in the #1 aneurysm research hospital in the world (???) I'll write more later. It is just too hard right now. Hugs Cousin Dennie ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message **************Vote for your city's best dining and nightlife. City's Best 2008. (http://citysbest.aol.com?ncid=aolacg00050000000102)

And here I am in Ohio and each day praying for dear Dennie and behaving myself. Of course maybe you are right Randy, living with me might be light living in the hospital as I really try to take care of Ben. He does keep me on the "right path". Nell On Jun 16, 2008, at 11:46 AM, [email protected] wrote: > Ah, Dennie...I'm so disappointed! I'm reading your email from the > back of > one of those country & western touring buses, having picked up the > AGPAPE&PS > band (for you newcomers, that's the > allgirlportapottyecho&percussionshow) to > come sing under your hospital window. Coming from the rest of the > country > were those members of the Kilgore clan who had completed the > required course to > qualify for our pickle flute triple octet. Naturally, we're all > decked out > in our purple boxers with the tin foil on the proper fingers. > > So now you go and tell us you're not IN THE HOSPITAL! > > Okay, gang, our new rendezvous point is the home of Ben Blumel; > while he's > not in the hospital, he does have to spend his days with Nell, and > he's always > told us (on the board where we post our secrets that we've all > promised never > to share) that living with her is a lot like being in the > hospital, so let's > not waste this gasoline. (Oh Nell, you know we love you and I'm only > teasing------we never believe Ben anyway!) > > So see, Dennie, you once again messed things up; you sit there and > think > about what you've done, young lady! > > Seriously, Dennie, there's a verse in Colossians where the Apostle > Paul > since "we have not stopped praying since we heard" and I can assure > you that's > been true of a whole lot of us Kilgores on this board, including > me. You do > exactly what it takes to get better, and don't push yourself; > otherwise, I'll > send you my latest CD: Randy's hip hop version of Hungarian Love > Rhapsodies. > (You should see me "busting a move" with those break dancers the > studio > provided!) > > Hi to the rest of you Kilgore oldies! I pray for those of you I know > regularly; and I pray for those I don't know to remain blissfully > unaware they're > related to me. > > Warmest regards to Dennie and all the rest of you; tonight at > midnight, by > moonlight, I'll don my purples and tinfoil to serenade you from afar. > > Randy > > > In a message dated 6/16/2008 9:13:50 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, > [email protected] writes: > > I just got out of the hospital with a brain aneurysm* *(2 > surgeries), so > right now what is left of my brain is not thinking very well. > My odds... > Getting to the hospital alive (less than 30%) > Living through the first surgery (less than 50%) > Living through the second surgery (less than 50%) > Getting a bed in the #1 aneurysm research hospital in the world (???) > > I'll write more later. It is just too hard right now. > Hugs > Cousin Dennie > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the > body of the message > > > > > > **************Vote for your city's best dining and nightlife. > City's Best > 2008. (http://citysbest.aol.com?ncid=aolacg00050000000102) > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to KILGORE- > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message