Hellooooo, blogland. Seems we have settled into a nice little weekly meeting here. I am typing on my recently resurrected laptop, which has been in computer-repair-guy's care for the past week. Jared and I managed to somehow kill it together, over the phone no less. Okay, to be truthful, I maimed it and Jared instructed me on how to finish it off. Due to my technical stupidity, I had to pass it off to JD, who promised me it would be a "brand new computer" when I got it back. It works pretty good, but it is still all ghetto, with it's missing q and caps lock keys, it's dinged corners, and finger-printed screen. Ah, well, I am still trying to cure myself of TYPE YELLING. Hard to do without a caps lock.
Lucky me, I managed to get sick. Not just a little sick either. Woke up in the middle of the night with two lungs full of concrete a few nights ago. My doctor says I have a respiratory infection with pneumonia potential. Ya hear that Ma? I don't just have a cold. It's got POTENTIAL. My cold is gonna BE something. Anyhoo, I am taking antibiotics and trying to wish myself better because, if I am not better soon, they will want to do chest x-rays. And blood drawing. And medication inhaling. And other dubious medical thingies. No thank you. I'll pass.
Yesterday was my dad's 53rd birthday. (Is it still "is"? Or is it "would have been"?) I still miss you, dad. Happy birthday. Emma still thinks you are taking care of our dead goldfish. I kinda hope she is right.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
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wow respatory infectio in the summer you've got talent! Feel better soon :)
Happy birthday to your dad it will always be his birthday! I took lily with me to put flowers out for my mom and well she is very confused and before we left she asked if that was her garden, and that sounded really good to me so now we think nana that lives in heaven with god has a really big garden:)
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