the good ol’ days
My wife tells me I should suck it up with complaining about hurting. I guess she’s right since she has been around it (and gone through it too much)… just sayin’!
Me: There is someone I would like to introduce that makes sure he gets one up on everyone than has something medically go wrong… ME! Standing ovation!!
ME: Yes, Yes, YES… thank you! I want to make sure that I always get hurt for recognition. Just stitches this time though.
Me: Well, just keep up the dedication you have to making sure that YOU are the one that gets the last family injury. Be good.
ME: Thanks so much. I will try and stay strong to not getting hurt—- too often! Take care!
(STITCHES again- no one will out do me)
This is a children’s show that is still running on television.
I approve.
I am a lucky guy having a sister like I do. Congrats #AlyssaRains! Graduating like she did makes me know I am a lucky guy. |sighs| I know… I know… Everyone is envious (you can’t argue against that statement) :-P
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I get it! I don’t over exaggerate how bad our local hospitals are—» what takes an hour, takes four hours. I think the waiting is to make you pay and leave QUICKLY!!!! Thanks MMC, you are what makes me NOT like the locals! #notgoingback
I’ve been trying to post junk today. I was able to get my videos posted (from youtube) on the “sites” I use. THEN, I got to thinking about other matters from my- well- we’ll call it past! I don’t feel like thinking good thoughts is enough to stop the bad ones from surging forward. I wish erase was an option. Inhaling deeply through my nose HOLD IT release air slowly out through my mouth. *sigh* No help…




