Senile In My Old Age
Well, here are a few things that I forgot to post over the last few months. Most are actually from the last few weeks, but uh - who cares? Here are some pictures, some stories - just to get everybody by... being 29 has made me nostalgic. It's going to be a rough year!
Here we have M in all of her blind, post op glory. I love this picture - notice how here eyes are closed and didn't really know what was going on... Classy!
What else? Let's see... Oh, for the past 2 week there has been a condom sitting in our living room. I guess you could say it is mine - I got it at work from a concerned friend... The convo went something like this:
"Hey, I have a present for you!"
"Awesome, let me have it!"
- reaches into purse and palms something and handshakes it to me so the girls (at work) won't see -
"What???" (Hysterical laughter ensues)
"I just want you to be safe."
"Thanks!"
So then it has proceeded to sit on our livingroom floor, it is still there. Well, it did go into my pocket when the home teachers came over - that would just have been awkward. Now that it has been so long, I can't seem to get rid of it! Just gonna save it for a rainy day... too bad it's almost summer and not much rain for the next little while. Yikes!
A gloriously tan me (yea, that's me tan) after vacation last year... ah, the good old days of the delta!
That's about all that I can think of... it is 3 in the morning. So far 29 has been pretty chill. Slept in, got my hair cut, went to lunch... lunch was so good, by the way. Gloria's - little Italian place. A fantastic nap in the late afternoon, probably why I'm still awake. And topped off with a little movie, House of Wax. Which - suprise, suprise - sicked me out and made me afraid for my life, I'm a pansy. I just don't ever want to have my achilles tendons cut so that I can't run away, please.
So peeps, thanks for all of the shout outs for my birthday. They were much appreciated even if they did start at the ungodly hour of 8am. Let's make 29 the best year ever!!!
Here we have M in all of her blind, post op glory. I love this picture - notice how here eyes are closed and didn't really know what was going on... Classy!
What else? Let's see... Oh, for the past 2 week there has been a condom sitting in our living room. I guess you could say it is mine - I got it at work from a concerned friend... The convo went something like this:
"Hey, I have a present for you!"
"Awesome, let me have it!"
- reaches into purse and palms something and handshakes it to me so the girls (at work) won't see -
"What???" (Hysterical laughter ensues)
"I just want you to be safe."
"Thanks!"
So then it has proceeded to sit on our livingroom floor, it is still there. Well, it did go into my pocket when the home teachers came over - that would just have been awkward. Now that it has been so long, I can't seem to get rid of it! Just gonna save it for a rainy day... too bad it's almost summer and not much rain for the next little while. Yikes!
A gloriously tan me (yea, that's me tan) after vacation last year... ah, the good old days of the delta!
That's about all that I can think of... it is 3 in the morning. So far 29 has been pretty chill. Slept in, got my hair cut, went to lunch... lunch was so good, by the way. Gloria's - little Italian place. A fantastic nap in the late afternoon, probably why I'm still awake. And topped off with a little movie, House of Wax. Which - suprise, suprise - sicked me out and made me afraid for my life, I'm a pansy. I just don't ever want to have my achilles tendons cut so that I can't run away, please.
So peeps, thanks for all of the shout outs for my birthday. They were much appreciated even if they did start at the ungodly hour of 8am. Let's make 29 the best year ever!!!
posted by The Rage at
5/16/2008 01:35:00 AM
4 Comments:
glad to know you are safe... And you know where it rains a lot....
Happy birthday again.
I notice how you posted a NASTY picture of me and a nice one of yourself...hmmm...you will pay!
That is a good picture of a wicked good tan. You should blow it up like a balloon....or not....I don't really care what you do with it....or whom.
Joe's eye for tan is a little like a wheelchair user's eye for running shoes, blinded by inability. In any event, finally, no more sleepless nights wondering if you are going to text me a "Juno" tyoe surprise...
"Singing in the rain!"
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