(PERSONAL BLOG)

My weekend went between comical and sad…

…I’ll start with the sad, as I like to leave on a happy note…

The gal that went into a coma in September passed away over the weekend.  We tend to look after one another, and if we haven’t seen someone in a couple of days, we start to worry.

The housing folks were notified by a couple of the residents that something was wrong about 9 a.m. yesterday, and they discovered her in her bed.  Of course, some of these folks still think it’s high school and the rumors started right away.  Irritates me to no end.  She was a good hearted person who deserves dignity.  She will be missed.

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On the more lighthearted side–

I can see a parking lot outside my window.  On Sunday, a father and son crossed the street, lugging a bike along.  The father was apparently trying to teach the boy how to ride the bike.  The boy was having a time of it–couldn’t quite get the balance thing down.  He’d get on, then fall off, get on, then fall off.  At one point, the father hopped on the bike and pedaled away, with the boy chasing him around the parking lot.  End of lesson. Funny.

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They were predicting a nasty weather front through here yesterday, and I needed to go to the grocery.   Along the sidewalk I usually take there was a patch of dirt from a car accident a couple of weeks ago.  I had walked through it several times without a problem…well, we had snow coming down yesterday and it made the dirt into a nice slick mess of mud….and well, I walked through it like normal, but lost my footing.  I did the sway back, lean forward, sway back, lean forward thing in trying to stay upright….but alas, lost the battle and slid into third base.  I thought the worst part to suffer was my ego, but after I got home, I looked at my shin, and had a spot the size of a baseball.  I haven’t had something that big since fourteen, when I tripped over a mat in gym class while running and went flying  (don’t ask me why they had mats on the floor while asking us to run, it makes no sense to me).  The swelling went down overnight and my gut hurts more from laughing about the whole thing…I’m sure it was quite comical to the passersby…I thought I saw one guy hold up a sign with “8.5” on it.  Haha.

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I saw this in a newspaper/magazine Funny Times that someone left in the lobby.   I think this is their website, but I’m not absolutely sure.  Anyway, there were quotes listed in the issue I had and one made me burst out laughing:

“You don’t know what love is until you become a parent.

You don’t know what love is until you fish a turd out of a bathtub.”

I think the author is Margaret Smith(?)  Arrrgh…I don’t have it with me.

I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face…memories of having to do that awful task came flooding back.  And the awful moment of having one of my kids get sick at 2 a.m. after we had spaghetti for dinner that night.  Oh.My.God.  That has got to be the most disgusting thing that has ever assaulted my senses….

And so, my friends, I leave you on that note…