Friday, August 24, 2007
It's not so unusual in Houston to see a homeless person walking down the road pushing a purloined shopping cart filled with all the person's worldly possessions. Sometimes the person has a dog along for the ride. If I were a homeless person I would want a dog, too. But I can't figure out the logic behind the homeless woman I saw yesterday pushing her purloined shopping cart down the road. Balanced on top of all her worldly possessions was one of the biggest bird cages I've ever seen - one of those with four different levels and a penthouse. It had three birds in it. Still trying to figure that one out.
The Sister called me today. She was stuck in traffic on a road not far from my house. She called to tell me how glad she is that I was able to drive home today and be alive. She was stuck in traffic because of a big car accident. She had watched two ambulances leave, and she called me when she saw the Life Flight helicopter come in to land. Three years ago tonight I was living on morphine, dilaudid, and fentanyl as my body adjusted to having been broken and crushed the day before and then literally screwed back together again. Life is good.
I got to have lunch today with a couple of ladies I used to work with. (Hi Brandis! Hi Lacey!) One of them is pregnant with her second blessing. The other is frustrated with her many years longtime boyfriend because she knows he is going to officially propose but he keeps saying he wants to surprise her and he wants it to be perfect. Hey guy here's a hint: the perfect proposal is the one that ends in "yes". Just give her the damned ring, already. She's a keeper.
My dearest Mel's house got broken into this past week. BASTARDS.
I saw my favorite family practice physician yesterday. At one part he started talking about a certain subject that always makes me cry. I started to tear up and I waved my hand between us "OK time to talk about something else! If we talk about this anymore I'm going to cry!" He said that would be OK. I said no, I leave his office crying too much already. He said no, that he thinks it would be OK because I don't. See why he's the best?
Buffy is way finished. Now Angel is over. I am bereft. I may have to break down and read that new Potter book.
The Sister called me today. She was stuck in traffic on a road not far from my house. She called to tell me how glad she is that I was able to drive home today and be alive. She was stuck in traffic because of a big car accident. She had watched two ambulances leave, and she called me when she saw the Life Flight helicopter come in to land. Three years ago tonight I was living on morphine, dilaudid, and fentanyl as my body adjusted to having been broken and crushed the day before and then literally screwed back together again. Life is good.
I got to have lunch today with a couple of ladies I used to work with. (Hi Brandis! Hi Lacey!) One of them is pregnant with her second blessing. The other is frustrated with her many years longtime boyfriend because she knows he is going to officially propose but he keeps saying he wants to surprise her and he wants it to be perfect. Hey guy here's a hint: the perfect proposal is the one that ends in "yes". Just give her the damned ring, already. She's a keeper.
My dearest Mel's house got broken into this past week. BASTARDS.
I saw my favorite family practice physician yesterday. At one part he started talking about a certain subject that always makes me cry. I started to tear up and I waved my hand between us "OK time to talk about something else! If we talk about this anymore I'm going to cry!" He said that would be OK. I said no, I leave his office crying too much already. He said no, that he thinks it would be OK because I don't. See why he's the best?
Buffy is way finished. Now Angel is over. I am bereft. I may have to break down and read that new Potter book.
Labels: accident, cult, medicine, personal urban drama
# posted by Carol : 9:50 PM
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Ah... a Buffy and Angel fan! Oh how I miss my Tuesday nights. They've never been the same.
Hey, if you know the guy who should be proposing to your friend you should send him this link:
http://est1976.blogsome.com/2007/08/19/sara-and-i-just-got-engaged/
Long and problematic to cut and paste here, I know. But this has to be the most well-thought-out surprise proposal of all time.
Never let 'em see ya cry.
Hey, if you know the guy who should be proposing to your friend you should send him this link:
http://est1976.blogsome.com/2007/08/19/sara-and-i-just-got-engaged/
Long and problematic to cut and paste here, I know. But this has to be the most well-thought-out surprise proposal of all time.
Never let 'em see ya cry.
JK: Thank you for visiting. Bwwwaahahah sorry I couldn't resist.
The proposal guy? Man. What a geek. He used a LASER to cut out those letters? It would have been much more meaningful if he had used a #2 to sketch them and an exacto to cut them out because then they would have little drops of his own blood all over them and hey - if bleeding for your love doesn't show devotion I don't know what does. Except, you know, an AmEx that you never have to see the bill for.
Hint for the long link problem? www.tinyurl.com not as good as sliced bread but hey, what is?
Cry? Hell this man has literally sat on the floor with me and wiped my tears off the linoleum. He's golden.
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The proposal guy? Man. What a geek. He used a LASER to cut out those letters? It would have been much more meaningful if he had used a #2 to sketch them and an exacto to cut them out because then they would have little drops of his own blood all over them and hey - if bleeding for your love doesn't show devotion I don't know what does. Except, you know, an AmEx that you never have to see the bill for.
Hint for the long link problem? www.tinyurl.com not as good as sliced bread but hey, what is?
Cry? Hell this man has literally sat on the floor with me and wiped my tears off the linoleum. He's golden.
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