LIFE IS TRYING THINGS TO SEE IF THEY WORK.
Ray Bradbury
The other day I was busy assembling my tax information to take it to the CPA. I can't seem to find one certain paper. After looking quite a while, I did the only thing I thought would help. I stopped looking and baked some cookies. Not the most normal thing to do, but it was that or tearing my hair out (and we all know how protective I am of my hair!). I am trying not to take life too seriously. I will probably have to call the company and have them send me a copy of the paper. Big deal. Whatever. It's certainly not the end of the world. Right?
As I was slapping on a bit of make-up this morning, I made a mental notation to myself to tell you all about a product that I use and like. However, I fear that I must report some "false" advertising a'happening. I have found. . . wait for it. . . that when I use Almay make-up, I DO NOT look like Carrie Underwood. hmmmm What a gyp. I also must comment on a TV ad that I find quite amusing. It is for some brand of super-flushing toilet stool. This particular commercial shows a teeny woman riding on the back of a great big tall man and she is gushing, "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!". Apparently he bought her this wonderful stool and it is guaranteed to "flush" away all . . . uh . . . splatters, if you will. Yup, that spells "Love Ya!" in my book. Too bad Valentine's Day has passed. I should have asked for the Super-Flusher instead of the huge box of candy I ended up with.
Went to see my regular MD for my annual check-up. All is good. The Virtigo is still trying to settle in, but so far I have managed to avoid it. When talking to my doc, I found out that she and her husband have had some unsettling news concerning his brain tumor. Evidently it has grown considerably in the last two months. Since he is severely allergic to steroids that would aid him in taking the powerful radiation that he needs, it is a Catch Twenty-two for them at this point. Well, Peeps, put your little paws together and say a prayer for this young couple and their boys. Okay? Thanks
Talked to Sister Sandy last night, and found out that she has been doing some writing. She read me her fictional (but oh so true) version of the day/night that Dad escaped from the nursing home. She did a great job of it. I hope she keeps up with it.
Hey, Jenna and I went and got some "culture" on Saturday. Yup, we went to the theater, Dawling. The Giving Tree Theater was performing Steel Magnolias. Now, you all have read how I have a list going of women that I feel belong on my Steel Magnolia list (one of whom is the before mentioned doctor dealing with her husband's illness). And Jenna and I do tend to quote lines from the movie. So this was right up our alley and we thoroughly enjoyed the whole show. Anyhoo, the production was wonderful. And, yes, I ended up mopping my eyes with my handkerchief.
Jen and I also got tickets to see Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium. We tried to go when she was in our local city, but tickets had all been sold. I have no idea who we would want to contact if the occasion came up for one of us, but it will be fun to see the show.
Spring break was last week, and Alec came to spend time with me. You know one of his quirks, due to his Autism, is that he scripts (or quotes) whole scenes from movies. Well, whenever we sat down to play a board game, he had to go through this whole routine before rolling the dice. First he would close his eyes, and raise his eyebrows (well, if he HAD any eyebrows), then he'd clear his throat and say, "That was so good that Mrs. Short told us that was a BAD word. Classy sophisticates like us shouldn't stain our lips by cursing. Now, let's play a nice, wholesome game of Snakes and Ladders."
And then we would play a nice, wholesome game of Snakes and Ladders. And he won. Again. This scene was apparently from a SpongeBob Squarepants movie.
Okay, I guess it is time to go look for that tax paper. Grrrrrr. But like anything else that is lost in this house, it will eventually float to the surface.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
Ray Bradbury
The other day I was busy assembling my tax information to take it to the CPA. I can't seem to find one certain paper. After looking quite a while, I did the only thing I thought would help. I stopped looking and baked some cookies. Not the most normal thing to do, but it was that or tearing my hair out (and we all know how protective I am of my hair!). I am trying not to take life too seriously. I will probably have to call the company and have them send me a copy of the paper. Big deal. Whatever. It's certainly not the end of the world. Right?
As I was slapping on a bit of make-up this morning, I made a mental notation to myself to tell you all about a product that I use and like. However, I fear that I must report some "false" advertising a'happening. I have found. . . wait for it. . . that when I use Almay make-up, I DO NOT look like Carrie Underwood. hmmmm What a gyp. I also must comment on a TV ad that I find quite amusing. It is for some brand of super-flushing toilet stool. This particular commercial shows a teeny woman riding on the back of a great big tall man and she is gushing, "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!". Apparently he bought her this wonderful stool and it is guaranteed to "flush" away all . . . uh . . . splatters, if you will. Yup, that spells "Love Ya!" in my book. Too bad Valentine's Day has passed. I should have asked for the Super-Flusher instead of the huge box of candy I ended up with.
Went to see my regular MD for my annual check-up. All is good. The Virtigo is still trying to settle in, but so far I have managed to avoid it. When talking to my doc, I found out that she and her husband have had some unsettling news concerning his brain tumor. Evidently it has grown considerably in the last two months. Since he is severely allergic to steroids that would aid him in taking the powerful radiation that he needs, it is a Catch Twenty-two for them at this point. Well, Peeps, put your little paws together and say a prayer for this young couple and their boys. Okay? Thanks
Talked to Sister Sandy last night, and found out that she has been doing some writing. She read me her fictional (but oh so true) version of the day/night that Dad escaped from the nursing home. She did a great job of it. I hope she keeps up with it.
Hey, Jenna and I went and got some "culture" on Saturday. Yup, we went to the theater, Dawling. The Giving Tree Theater was performing Steel Magnolias. Now, you all have read how I have a list going of women that I feel belong on my Steel Magnolia list (one of whom is the before mentioned doctor dealing with her husband's illness). And Jenna and I do tend to quote lines from the movie. So this was right up our alley and we thoroughly enjoyed the whole show. Anyhoo, the production was wonderful. And, yes, I ended up mopping my eyes with my handkerchief.
Jen and I also got tickets to see Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium. We tried to go when she was in our local city, but tickets had all been sold. I have no idea who we would want to contact if the occasion came up for one of us, but it will be fun to see the show.
Spring break was last week, and Alec came to spend time with me. You know one of his quirks, due to his Autism, is that he scripts (or quotes) whole scenes from movies. Well, whenever we sat down to play a board game, he had to go through this whole routine before rolling the dice. First he would close his eyes, and raise his eyebrows (well, if he HAD any eyebrows), then he'd clear his throat and say, "That was so good that Mrs. Short told us that was a BAD word. Classy sophisticates like us shouldn't stain our lips by cursing. Now, let's play a nice, wholesome game of Snakes and Ladders."
And then we would play a nice, wholesome game of Snakes and Ladders. And he won. Again. This scene was apparently from a SpongeBob Squarepants movie.
Okay, I guess it is time to go look for that tax paper. Grrrrrr. But like anything else that is lost in this house, it will eventually float to the surface.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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