July 28, 2008
1:20 a to the m
Sleep eludes me.
As if this is something new.
My bird-talker is as sun-tanned as she can be. She was a swimmin', Summer fool. I gave her the longest hugs and smooches when I finally got to her (I showed up earlier than expected to surprise her). Too sweet for words. Um, and I need to take pics - she's HUGE! And gorgeous. Got her hair cut and she looks so grown up to me.
We are snug as a bug here at Sis #1's house, as well it should be. Spent the day with awesome Sis #2 and her three kiddos. Zoe was in Heaven! Sis #2's kids could not be any more adorable. They look like Disney babies. Sis #1's two kiddos are gorgeous too... although they wake up at the crack of ass, which is why I wish I could sleep tonight.
Zoe asked me all about my summer. I told her about my brief visit to Canada (2 minutes), Montana (20 minutes) and driving through Washington and Idaho - seeing mountains and lakes and rivers and gorgeous greenery and flowers. There were so many places we saw that I wish she could have seen with us. I think I could write about it for weeks on end (as of today my NYC weekend adventures - including the Mark Wahlberg story - have still not be finished, though mostly written). I think I was too busy enjoying my precious time with Tim and soaking in the beauty that is Washington to want to spend hours online writing.
I hope that Tim can help me fill in the brain lapse that I get sometime; either it's chemo brain, being 40-something, or remnants of my bout with encephalitis. There were so many cool things that we did. I took notes, but not enough. It's like how I don't like to spend that much time taking photos at events and sightseeing. I'd rather enjoy the view and buy postcards as those photographers are much better at capturing what I see than I am.
I think I was too busy enjoying my visit to think about writing it all down. But I miss my real blogging. I read some archives and I remember how much writing it all down meant to me. I felt more clarity in my life than I do now even when I was going through all the treatment and recovery. It was more gutsy, real writing than anything I've done in a long while. I know I need to practice my craft again (because, yeah, grammar goofs and all, I actually have a B.S. in Humanities - in English Writing & Composition - Go Saint Edward's University!)
I still be skeered about my appointments. I am having a bad feeling for some reason and I just wish it would go away. Too bad I'm out of ativan. It is my temporary Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wonder drug. I'm hoping my docs won't object to a refill.
Ok. Going to count backwards from 100. Generally it takes me about 7 to 8 times of doing that before I fall asleep. Sucketh.
I can do this. Zoe the Incredible is here.
Your assignment today is to tell me a joke. Preferably a groaner. Tim is the best at these. I want to think about them all when I can't sleep. Please send your many friends this way to leave me jokes as well. Obviously I have a hard time with my sleeps, peeps and I dig the commentage. Gracias. Or as ZoeElvis would say thankyouthankyouverymuch.
Here's one my sister sent me.
A young man enters a confessional. 'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'.
The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?'
'Yes, Father, it is.'
'And who was the girl you were with?'
'I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation'
Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'
'I cannot say.'
'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'
'I'll never tell.'
'Was it Nina Capelli?'
'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'
'Was it Cathy Piriano?'
'My lips are sealed.'
'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'
Met with silence the priest said, 'Well you're not one spread your shame to this girl and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You can not be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.'
Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'
'Four months vacation and five good leads.'
A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and she says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.
She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I' m very grateful. How much did you spend?' To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
'There's no charge,' she says.
'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.
'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'
'So I just switched the heads.'
Posted by: traci at July 28, 2008 11:58 AMQ. What is E.T. short for?
A. 'Cos he has little legs.
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English: I Love You
Spanish: Te Amo
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German: lch Liebe Dich
Japanese: Ai Shite Imasu
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Chinese: Wo Ai In
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