My sister shared this story with me:
Yesterday she took my brother and Jazmine to the grocery store. Upon approaching the deli case, she asked Jazmine if she liked hot dogs. Jazmine replied, “Yeah, I do, but not the cheap ones.”
Lol!
My sister shared this story with me:
Yesterday she took my brother and Jazmine to the grocery store. Upon approaching the deli case, she asked Jazmine if she liked hot dogs. Jazmine replied, “Yeah, I do, but not the cheap ones.”
Lol!
Narcotic~any of a class of substances that blunt the senses, as opium, morphine, belladonna, and alcohol, that in large quantities produce euphoria, stupor, or coma, that when used constantly can cause habituation or addiction, and that are used in medicine to relieve pain, cause sedation, and induce sleep.
Neurotic~Informal A person prone to excessive anxiety and emotional upset.
Today a student told me I was a “narcotic.” He wasn’t angry when he said it so I guess it wasn’t an insult. Maybe he meant I was a “neurotic.” Hmmm, I don’t know which one I’d rather be!
Monday afternoon I received some very sad news. My mom and stepdad’s dear friend, Terry, died. I immediatedly started crying as I listened to his SIL’s voicemail. I called to tell George and he was clearly devastated. Terry was his “buddy.”
Terry and my mother attended the same dialysis clinic for years. My mother loved him, and he likewise. Everytime we talked she would tell me the lastest stories about him. Terry was also the stepfather to a boy I had a major crush on in high school, so that scored more points for him!
When my mother died Terry was at the service sharing his memories of her. That meant a lot to me. He reached out to us in our time of need. A few months ago, we all went out to dinner and had a great time. He was such a charming, eccentric person, and the perfect gentleman.
After I calmed down a few hours later, I called his SIL to get information about the arrangements. I thought I was okay but I starting crying again. She replied Now you know Terry wanted everyone happy. He didn’t want anyone crying. He left specific instructions to be cremented. Half of his ashes will go in a Diet Dr. Pepper bottle (his favorite beverage) and spread over one of the Canadian mountain ranges. The rest will go to his family. He didn’t want a funeral, but he wanted a party to celebrate his life. LOL, I should have known! Everytime I see a Diet Dr. Pepper, I’ll think of him!
I was telling my friend Kara about his request when she mused that since we both loved tea, maybe we should get cremated and have our ashes placed in teabags!
Of course, George and I will be there on Saturday to help celebrate his life over Diet Dr. Peppers and lots of smiles.
My husband was fascinated with our blog. And because he was a funny guy, he had to poke fun at me for blogging. He even gave me a nickname, “Mary J. Blog.” Everytime something happened in our life whether big or small he would inquire tongue-in-cheek , “Are you going to blog about it?!”
Sometimes he would do something goofy on purpose and ask me to write about it. Or he would make a series of silly faces and beg me to take pictures of him to upload. He got a good laugh out of teasing me about my hobby.
He always wanted to know if I blogged about him. So I showed him a few of the posts which made him beam with pride. He was my number one fan and really loved everything I did.
Sometimes he’d say he was going to start a blog of his own if he felt that I was spending to much time on the computer. I thought it was rather cute that he was jealous! I told him that Rhonda and I would love to have him as a guest writer, a thought which caused us both to erupt with laughter!
A bit of stepmom humor can be found at: http://www.literarymama.com/fiction/archives/001410.html
Has anyone ever read Judith Syfer’s classic piece “Why I Want a Wife?” It’s good stuff, it’s sarcastically truthful, and it will provide you with a good laugh. In fact, I think I need a wife, too! Read this essay at: http://www.feministezine.com/feminist/modern/Why-I-Want-A-Wife.html