This was a set up from my sister. My sister and I are not extremely similar so it was doomed to fail.
100 in 3 years……..dude better be careful or he may have parts turn color and fall off.
Hey 19 - Random Thoughts: In the year 2525...more or less
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100 in 3 years……..dude better be careful or he may have parts turn color and fall off.
Gotta love USPS sometimes. Ordered a package; arrived in DSM on 5/30. Then got sent to Wisconsin. Arrived again in DSM on 6/1, and then sent to Omaha per the last update. In in the Des Moines metro.
Make it make sense.
Make it make sense.
The USPS sucks. They are more into community bonding than delivery. They like to give us and our neighbors each others mail so we have to interact.
A guy that brags about 100 in three years is not the kind of guy to use protection.
Everybody knows that the holiday you are supposed to spend in Anoka is Halloween...
Last day of school hit a little hard as it was LittleWxs last day of elementary school, on to intermediate in August. So amazed at all he has been through, learned and grown. In the last five years he has been diagnosed with several neurodivergence things, we found out his eyes literally did not work together so he went through months of eye therapy to get that fixed so he could read and not to mention they started kindergarten in the throws of a global pandemic having had school start delayed two weeks due to a massive storm that is engrained on us all forever.
His sweet, tender and caring heart will lead him great places.
His sweet, tender and caring heart will lead him great places.
Lew has been having increased post-stroke memory issues now. I had written up a list of things that he takes when we go somewhere that I posted on the door to the garage. We called it his mantra.
Now he has his eight things he needs to remember: wallet, keys, phone, hat, yes even SHOES...he drove halfway to Ames a while back before he realized he was still wearing his house slippers.
He has developed a new pattern of counting to eight, pointing to the pockets and body parts where the items belong. He slaps all four pockets, points to his head twice and then to his feet. He finishes with waving his hand (indicating his omnipresent Pepsi). We've started ending his count with "Heyyyyyy, Macarena".
Sometimes you just have to laugh at your new normal.
Now he has his eight things he needs to remember: wallet, keys, phone, hat, yes even SHOES...he drove halfway to Ames a while back before he realized he was still wearing his house slippers.
He has developed a new pattern of counting to eight, pointing to the pockets and body parts where the items belong. He slaps all four pockets, points to his head twice and then to his feet. He finishes with waving his hand (indicating his omnipresent Pepsi). We've started ending his count with "Heyyyyyy, Macarena".
Sometimes you just have to laugh at your new normal.
My husband...and dad....do the pocket pat. Wallet, phone, keys. Before cell phones, my dad always had "the pile" that sat at the end of the counter. Wallet, pocket knife, handkerchief, comb. Many times a note written on an old computer punch card if there was something out of the ordinary to remember. The comb, I believe, has been retired.
We all know that the shirt is optional with Lew and, thusly, not part of the mantra.
At a previous job, we mailed a check to Quebec. It got routed through Hong Kong.
It just MIGHT be in the future. I mean, he already forgot to put on shoes once!
