All of these stories are recent.
A week or so ago, there was a night that was a bad sleeping night due to pain. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s finger related. Not the point.(but my finger does…point…did you get that?) All you need to know is my finger is okay and not falling off and I slept in until 9 that next morning. One of the local stations has like a mini-talk show put on by the news sation. Sometimes they have local bands and yesterday they had a local band on. I kept looking at the lead singer and wondering why he looked so familiar. It was because I sat next to him my freshman year of college in band and I had a crush on him. Several things about this, because if you’re like me, this brings up some thoughts.
Last time I saw this guy was 2007, how did I still remember this guy? What did I see in him? He isn’t the greatest looking guy. Was it because he was better than me in band? Is playing in a band his job now? I mean he’s almost 30 so what’s with this? Is this why I’m still single? I choose random non-dateable guys? More on that later, on a different post.
So recently I was in Barnes and Noble buying David McCullough’s John Adams and first the guy behind me acted surprised that I even knew who the author was buy even had read one of McCullough’s pieces. I have a theory that he was surprised because I look young. THEN the sales girl checking me out looks at it and was like this is a good book and she looks my age. Us young’uns do read books, how about that.
So the best thing about working at a nursing home, I’ve decided, is that random things come out of them. Not just crap but like words and actions that come are funny. Like kicking and throwing stuff at aids, and “when I get mad, shit is going to hit the fan” and “We’ll boil the shit out of it”. They do talk about shit a lot. I found out, no, I take that back. My feelings have been affirmed that I will not be in health care for the rest of my life.
So my car is having tire problems and I’ve been driving one of our pick ups. I’ve enjoyed every single second of it. I was driving home tonight and I wasn’t out of town and I drive by the cemetery, (which is on one side of town) and the cops like to sit there, nothing new, they’ve sat there for years. Even when I was in high school that was where they sat. The cop pulled me over for a headlight that was out. First I couldn’t find the button to roll the window down, so I just opened the door, then I didn’t have my seat belt on but I made up a story that I needed to reach over for the cubby hole and the stuff that was in it. The insurance wasn’t current, I’m about 90% the registration was current, on the verge of speeding and I didn’t have my seat belt on. I didn’t get a ticket. I was floored. First thing out of my mouth when I got home (I had called and told them what was going on) was how surprised I was that I didn’t get a ticket. I also had horn problems with this pickup today, so it was a full day of pickup today.
So I’m full of stuff going on. Those were just the highlights.
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