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ahhh remember the days of the MC of HAMMER and his catchy little tune "2-legit"? well, for the life of me, i can't seem to remember the full hand gesture that us kids did back in the 1st grade. i remember to put my hand in the peace sign position then the "L" sign for "legit"...but the rest...a blur...damn you MC Hammer. this will be on my mind all day.
my grandmother called me last night at 11:00. since she's usually in bed by 8:00, i knew something was wrong. then i heard the sirens. it was my papa. he was having chest pains. heart disease runs in my family. my father had his first heart attack at 38. that is scary. so i call all my sisters, and we rush to the emergency room. no one can reach my father. he's there when i get there...and he's drunk. yes...him and his girlfriend are ...well...a little inebriated and obvious. well...my dad quickly pulled himself together, but his girlfriend...she talked and talked and talked my head off about there relationship problems and so on and so forth. it was aggravating. my grandmother is so strong and brave. she has been through this many many times. i could see in her eyes how she really wanted to cry, but she didn't want to startle my papa or the family. i love her. the nurse came in and said "hey guys...could we just scoot some of you out here and keep it two at a time?" he was kind of rude about it. well, my dad pulled him aside and said something. then he came in the room and said "don't worry about that...visit your papa girls". we were there until 2:30 when they said everything was okay. i think it had something to do with him working outside in the heat. the doctor had told him not to do anything strenuous...such as yard work. that's like telling a musician to never pick up his/her instrument again. my papa is a retired man. keeping his yard beautiful is what he loves to do. it keeps him busy. he once said that he didn't want to lie around and wait and die. he wants to be busy and doing something when it comes his time. i admire him. here i am petrified of death...i mean...i think about death atleast twice a day. i don't know why.
i've been singing cheesy lounge songs to my puppy all day. i think he's enjoying it. i just found a little surprise under my bed that he left for me...i have no idea how long it's been under there. i could never smell it. that's strange. okay...time to get ready for the job.
my grandmother called me last night at 11:00. since she's usually in bed by 8:00, i knew something was wrong. then i heard the sirens. it was my papa. he was having chest pains. heart disease runs in my family. my father had his first heart attack at 38. that is scary. so i call all my sisters, and we rush to the emergency room. no one can reach my father. he's there when i get there...and he's drunk. yes...him and his girlfriend are ...well...a little inebriated and obvious. well...my dad quickly pulled himself together, but his girlfriend...she talked and talked and talked my head off about there relationship problems and so on and so forth. it was aggravating. my grandmother is so strong and brave. she has been through this many many times. i could see in her eyes how she really wanted to cry, but she didn't want to startle my papa or the family. i love her. the nurse came in and said "hey guys...could we just scoot some of you out here and keep it two at a time?" he was kind of rude about it. well, my dad pulled him aside and said something. then he came in the room and said "don't worry about that...visit your papa girls". we were there until 2:30 when they said everything was okay. i think it had something to do with him working outside in the heat. the doctor had told him not to do anything strenuous...such as yard work. that's like telling a musician to never pick up his/her instrument again. my papa is a retired man. keeping his yard beautiful is what he loves to do. it keeps him busy. he once said that he didn't want to lie around and wait and die. he wants to be busy and doing something when it comes his time. i admire him. here i am petrified of death...i mean...i think about death atleast twice a day. i don't know why.
i've been singing cheesy lounge songs to my puppy all day. i think he's enjoying it. i just found a little surprise under my bed that he left for me...i have no idea how long it's been under there. i could never smell it. that's strange. okay...time to get ready for the job.