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Name: Pat
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Interests: Other people, presidential trivia, history, Frank McCourt, Barry Manilow, JFK, Home Depot, Irish Stuff and random acts of kindness.
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Occupation: Medical Transcriptionist
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| Yes, peploe, I mean people, my right hand is in a huge steel wrap up to mywits oops my wrist and noicant stay off the coputer. I thik this is why the doc left my fingers sticking out of the wrap.
WHAT I HEAVE OOPS HAVE LERNED SO FAR (P;AIN MEDS WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I AM ON AIN EDS)?
1. Baby wipes are your new best friend.
2. Don't pet y7our cat/
3. Really good sleep nowonder michaeljack#2son used this%7stuff.
4. caint wight or sign a che&% ck.
5. You shul d lern how to be ambde ambxtr ahnbeedext i mean use both hands BEFORE this haooens ti you and it WILL haoppen if you keep punding on that ciomputer all day! | | |
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Disclaimer: I didn't write this - I wish I did!!!
Q: How many MENOPAUSAL WOMEN does it take to change a light bulb?
Woman's Answer: One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the #&%!* light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE DARN LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL !!
I'm sorry. What was the question?
Edit: I do not know the author of this, as someone sent it to me in an e-mail. It sounded so much like me, I had to post it.
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| I thought the most interesting part of the President Obama's visit to the Vatican last week was the "gift exchange" between the President and the Pope.
What do you give a pope? Obama gave the pope a liturgical stole that had been on the remains of St. John Neumann, the first U.S. citizen to be named a saint. I thought that was cool and appropriate enough.
What does a pope give a First Family? He gave each of the Obama daughters a keychain. That's right, a keychain with a bas-relief image of himself.
What are the Obama girls going to do with a keychain? They don't have any keys. Does the pope think they are latchkey kids and have to wear their keys around their necks to let themselves in when they return home from school? Don't you think at their house, somebody is always home?
If the pope had to give a bas-relief image (which I admit it had to google), why didn't he give those girls a bas-relief image of the Jonas brothers?
The Pope gave Obama a mosiac, as if there isn't enough stuff to dust in the White House already. Michelle and her mother received papal medals, which I am sure is just what they always wanted. I'm wearing mine now.
I'm trying to decide what I would give a pope for a gift. I would probably do something kind for someone in his honor. I think he has enough STUFF. | | |
| I am really a bit unsettled today about all of the unkind things being said about Michael Jackson after his death.
I am not a movie watcher. I get too restless just "sitting there". Last Saturday afternoon, however, I was flipping channels and was immediately engrossed in a story I vagely remembered seeing before. The story went on and on and I could not tear myself away. I sat and watched a five-hour miniseries called "The Jacksons: An American Dream". I later found out it is on You Tube (in 25 parts). Here is part 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naB_p22vAfI
I wish that everyone who is saying unkind things about Michael would take the time to learn about his life before he was famous; that is, the few short years of life that he had before fame took away his childhood. I remember when I saw this movie in the '90s, I thought the father, Joseph, was incredibly mean. This time around, I realized if it were not for Joseph's frustration and ambition, there would have been no Jackson 5, so I was able to forgive his meanness, and thank God for balancing this family with the perfect and loving mother, Katherine.
When you remember Michael, remember the last 40 years, not just the last 10, and give him credit for the hard life he had, and the the fact that he probably provided the soundtrack for your life. In the end, we all just want to leave the world a better place than we found it, and Michael certainly did that.
Remember this Michael moment?
"The tour had a spectacular ending, with what looked like Michael putting on a jet pack and flying over the audience's head and out of the stadium."
Stunning. | | |
| I'm baaaaaaaack.
As you know, I left Xanga for the last year and a half to feed my Facebook addiction. Not that I don't still have it.
The reason I decided to blog again is that Mark LaBouff "friended" me on facebook, and so did Mark Lupton, so I figured if I have to put up with the two of them, I might as well come back home. Donna Lou is multitasking on both.
I have also come to the conclusion that it is better for my mental health to blog rather than tweet or any of those other thingies. You can't rant and rave in small spaces.
It was a nice trip, but there's no place like home. | | |
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