Stupid blog app

It's probably a good thing that my phone wouldn't publish my last blog post. Actually, it ate it. Anyway, it was for the best. Earlier, I got left listening to the radio and what I call wedding songs played for almost an hour!
Anyway, it put me in a crappy mood feeling sorry for myself.
Sometimes I'm thankful for crappy connections.

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I got this in an email today...

I got this in an email today from my friend Lou. 


A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each  morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved  perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.  

His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After  many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled  sweetly when told his room was ready.  

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description  of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.  I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just  been presented with a new puppy.  

Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'  

'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.  

Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.  

Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is  arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.  'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;  I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the  parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful  for the ones that do.  

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day  and all the happy memories I've stored away.. Just for this time in my life.  

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.  

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank  account of memories!  

Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank.  I am still depositing.  

'Remember the five simple rules to be happy:  

1. Free your heart from hatred. 

2. Free your mind from worries.  

3. Live simply.  

4. Give more.  

5. Expect less. 

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Normally I'd be angry. Normally, I'd make a point. But just after telling the boy how touching my stuff makes me feel royally disrespected; he grabs a bottle of cologne and sprays several sprays of it into the fan in my bedroom, choking me immediately. I can taste it; I smell it everywhere, my throat still burns with it. How do you teach respect to a kid that seems to have none for the one wanting to teach it?

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Permanent Eyeliner, me?

So I finally took the plunge and decided to get permanent eyeliner. Some know that I have been riding that fence like a rodeo clown for nearly two decades. First it was the fear of it hurting, then it was finding just the right person to do it. I mean, come on, this is permanent and its in an obvious place, so it better not look stupid.
Then a couple months ago I got this job in a dental office. Yes, I said a dental office. Most people would never think of permanent make-up and dental at the same time, but if you really think this one through, you'll see just how truly brilliant this idea is. Professionals that are used to numbing their patients before doing uncomfortable procedures working on a total crybaby like me. And I AM a crybaby, all of my coworkers can attest to me being a whiner.
Now back to my story... I got permanent eyeliner done last night. April did it. This sounds like a suck up, but its the gods honest truth. She is an artist. She did a beautiful job! I'm a little puffy still, so no pictures until I'm all healed up, but it just looks better and better every time I look at it. And the doctors... I don't get to see much of the doctors during the workday, I try to keep their schedules hopping, but I can now speak from personal experience that I absolutely believe these guys (and gals) are some of the most gentle people that have ever worked on me.
Anyway, I digress. The numbing shots I felt. I won't lie, but for the most part, they were shots. Come on, those damn things sting. But a minute of stinging for years of never stabbing myself in the eye with an eyeliner pencil again, I choose the numbing stuff. So anyway, I was a baby and I cried. It took all of 30 seconds and a couple deep breaths of laughing gas to make it all better again. I slept through the rest. Yes me, the nervous wreck slept through it all. How's that for brilliant?
I just want to say a big THANK YOU to April, Dr. Melton, and Dr. Burkett for taking such great care of me. I know I'm a terrible patient, but thank you for your time, your patience and most of all, thank you for just being the incredible caring professionals I get to work with every day and brag about to all my friends. :-D

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So much to do; so little time.

Allen has been working his ass off today! He mowed the front 40, he finished wiring the horse trailer, he tightened the suspension on the horse trailer, he replaced the brakes on the van, and he worked a full day at locksmithing. And we aren't even done yet. We still have to get the trailer load-worthy by tonight. He may be buying a little filly tomorrow and we will have to be able to haul her. Wish us luck that we can get it all done.

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This has been our most recent pet project, wiring the horse trailer. We thought there would be a horse auction this weekend and we've been busting hump to get the trailer ready to go. But no auction this weekend. Oh well. We're getting it ready anyway.

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I Survived

I've been talking a lot about the new job this week. I figure that its ok to talk about it a lot since my whopping two readers have either stopped subscribing to my boring little blog or they've just stopped reading it. Whatever.
Anyway, I finished my first week. It was challenging and interesting. I'm glad I didn't run screaming from the office the first day like I wanted to. I think it might be ok.

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