"Why pay $30 to learn scuba when you can try Scuba for free?"
Rob, once again, right on the money. I'm astounded with how accurate you were. I don't think I could get a better prediction from Ms. Cleo herself.
Attention Records Department...why do you have to be so anal about my transcript? You are the middle man, get off your high horse and keep passing it along.
"Whenever I'm out with Lindsay and we do really innocent stuff like write on our friend's cars with window paint that washes right off, we get in trouble, but whenever I'm out with Christy actually doing REALLY illegal stuff, we NEVER get caught." -Courtney on her run in with the LAW (Ba-dum...)
So the physical therapist will be here in an hour. Which is good because it gets us closer to my dad walking again. He is supposed to do these leg exercises 3 times a day, but he just isn't motivated because they are painful so my mom and I have had to go in and make him. If he doesn't do these, he won't ever walk again. Atleast I don't have to take him to the doctor today, that makes me really nervous and last time I almost got towed for parking in some other business's EMPTY lot...Umm yes I realize its for your customers only but all 20 spaces are completely empty, so what does it matter? I left my dad sitting there in a wheelchair...July 5th, my dad gets all of his stitches and staples out and starts chemotherapy. I'm not sure what to expect with the chemo...will he just throw up and be sick on the days he has it? Or is there more that will affect him? What about hair loss and that sort of thing, is that something that could happen to him? I guess I need to ask my mom these questions, but I don't want to bother her anymore. We haven't exactly been getting along.
Yesterday was my parents' 34th anniversary. Aww.
I think my dog has an upset tummy, poor girly. She's gonna have to start wearing doggy diapers soon. I just cleaned up some MORE little doggy pee puddles. UGH.
We watched Harold and Kumar last night...I think I'm like Harold in a way. Or maybe I'm just naive. I wish I could still believe that everyone is really a good person if you dig through all the rubble to get to it.
My dad is in the next room with Mary Elaine and Johnny and he's telling them how his fraternity was like the Animal House frat on campus. Which reminds me of Saturday night when Tammi and I were talking to the guy with the Greek letters tattooed on his wrist and we asked him which frat he was in and he said "Excuse me, I am NOT in a frat...I am in a fraternity." We both exchanged glances and were like "Did he really just say that?" Johnny and Mary Elaine are my Great-Aunt and Great-Uncle. Its been a long while since I've seen them. Johnny is about the funniest person you will ever meet and he NEVER stops talking. If he were on the Brooks side of the family instead of the Shean side, I would think I got my incessant babbling from him. They both told me I've grown up into a wonderful young woman. Aww, I have manners. Cute.
Attention Records Department...why do you have to be so anal about my transcript? You are the middle man, get off your high horse and keep passing it along.
"Whenever I'm out with Lindsay and we do really innocent stuff like write on our friend's cars with window paint that washes right off, we get in trouble, but whenever I'm out with Christy actually doing REALLY illegal stuff, we NEVER get caught." -Courtney on her run in with the LAW (Ba-dum...)
So the physical therapist will be here in an hour. Which is good because it gets us closer to my dad walking again. He is supposed to do these leg exercises 3 times a day, but he just isn't motivated because they are painful so my mom and I have had to go in and make him. If he doesn't do these, he won't ever walk again. Atleast I don't have to take him to the doctor today, that makes me really nervous and last time I almost got towed for parking in some other business's EMPTY lot...Umm yes I realize its for your customers only but all 20 spaces are completely empty, so what does it matter? I left my dad sitting there in a wheelchair...July 5th, my dad gets all of his stitches and staples out and starts chemotherapy. I'm not sure what to expect with the chemo...will he just throw up and be sick on the days he has it? Or is there more that will affect him? What about hair loss and that sort of thing, is that something that could happen to him? I guess I need to ask my mom these questions, but I don't want to bother her anymore. We haven't exactly been getting along.
Yesterday was my parents' 34th anniversary. Aww.
I think my dog has an upset tummy, poor girly. She's gonna have to start wearing doggy diapers soon. I just cleaned up some MORE little doggy pee puddles. UGH.
We watched Harold and Kumar last night...I think I'm like Harold in a way. Or maybe I'm just naive. I wish I could still believe that everyone is really a good person if you dig through all the rubble to get to it.
My dad is in the next room with Mary Elaine and Johnny and he's telling them how his fraternity was like the Animal House frat on campus. Which reminds me of Saturday night when Tammi and I were talking to the guy with the Greek letters tattooed on his wrist and we asked him which frat he was in and he said "Excuse me, I am NOT in a frat...I am in a fraternity." We both exchanged glances and were like "Did he really just say that?" Johnny and Mary Elaine are my Great-Aunt and Great-Uncle. Its been a long while since I've seen them. Johnny is about the funniest person you will ever meet and he NEVER stops talking. If he were on the Brooks side of the family instead of the Shean side, I would think I got my incessant babbling from him. They both told me I've grown up into a wonderful young woman. Aww, I have manners. Cute.