great thinker that I am....

Hmmmm...what's on my mind? Well, stuff. Stuff I can't control. Stuff that I want to control. Just when I think I am somewhere...I am not. I'm not depresssed or anything. I am ususally surprised. I think I am more finished than I actually am. Evaluate and re-evaluate. I tend to be a let's just do it kind of person. Unless I don't feel like doing it, then I won't. Unless I am being a weakling and buying into lame guilt. Hmmmm...I'm glad it's Friday. Aren't you?

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Waxing instead of worrying...

I was thinking about worrying about something. You know that split second you get, before you exhale and let the tapes roll? For some reason (probably God) I switched gears and decided to do give myself a wax instead. For anyone that's ever used wax, you know it's like hot, sticky peanut butter, that dries quick and comes off with difficulty. It worked. It's kept me busy and will keep me busy for days to come as I continue to pick off dried wax from my fingernails and the drips on the sink and carpet.

We had a little get together at my house last Friday night and it was SO FUNNN!!!!

Pineapple Anyone?

I hung out with Dad all day yesterday. He's struggling with Alzhiemers. He's married to the sweetest lady in the world, has been for more than fifty years. Any who, he made it to the hospital again this weekend. This time he "fell down and can't get up!" only it was my brother and mom calling 911 for help. He's ok. Just confused. So we hung out.

Pineapple King, because just a couple weeks ago, he went to the hospital after eating an ENTIRE pineapple, the rind and core. It made him sick. In this picture I said be goofy, drop your teeth or something, he did!

They left a box of gloves in the room and I told Dad that was dangerous. We gloved him. I told him when the nurses come in to tell them the following:

• I am wearing gloves because I am germaphobic or
• Hold up his hands and say, "I'm ready for my exam !"

Next we cut off the finger tips of his gloves. I gave him the pile of tips and I told him to tell them he bit them off because he was nervous. Well, we took pictures... it was good. Today was not. He doesn't remember all of our laughs, but I do :)