Lauren (washing dishes by hand and staring meditatively at the suds): “You know what’s ironic?”
Lloyd: “Are you sure it’s ironic? Because people misuse that word all the time.”
Lauren (deflatedly): “….. it’s not ironic.”
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Lauren (washing dishes by hand and staring meditatively at the suds): “You know what’s ironic?”
Lloyd: “Are you sure it’s ironic? Because people misuse that word all the time.”
Lauren (deflatedly): “….. it’s not ironic.”
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Are you familiar with this moth?
Well, not this moth, but this kind of moth?
It’s called a white-lined sphinx moth. Let me tell you about my first run in with this moth (well, not this moth) years and years ago: It was long ago when the hostas were small and I was flushed with the new-home-owner happiness of having our own yard with trees and plants and sunshine and air – *sigh*.
I was out on the patio and saw a darling hummingbird sipping nectar from the blossoms. Wanting to further commune with nature, I got very close to it. I noticed that something was wrong with that adorable tiny bird – it’s widdle beak was broken! It would back away from the flower and it’s beak would drop, so I leaned closer and holy fake-out, that is NOT A HUMMINGBIRD!!!!! GAHHHHHHH!!!!!
I never communed with nature again. You just can’t trust it.
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Happy Birthday to my Dad! If I did the math correctly (and we all know I’m a bit shaky on that), I think he is 75 years old today. Woo-hoo!!
He’s been celebrating a lot of milestones lately. Last year we celebrated the 50th anniversary of marriage to my lovely mom, and this year he celebrated the 50th anniversary of his ordination. That’s 101 years!
I guess he’s older than 75, huh?
Let’s do this:
First 5 syllables
Then use 7 syllables
Then 5 syllables
*photo (one would assume) by Tim Arakawa
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God bless our dentist’s office for calling to remind people that they have an appointment the following day. After that meeting I listened to the message and thought, “Yikes! I hope I don’t forget that.”
At work this morning I looked at our communication log and thought, “Yikes! I forgot about it already! Thanks, Lauren From The Past for writing it down.” Throughout the day people reminded me, for which I am grateful.
I had three cavities to be fixed. Two were in the same spot – where two molars touch.
The experience was partly cool, but mostly awful. Things have changed since I last had work done. Now they give you sunglasses so your retinas don’t burn out staring at the lights, and they also gave me some sort of jaw brace (think old-school eraser) to bite on to keep my mouth open.
Other than that, same story. Same cactus-like dried tongue just hanging out in my mouth not knowing what to do, same eyes drying out because I don’t blink – I just stare straight up toward my brain (though now I can see the weave of the dentist’s shirt reflected in the sunglasses), and a super-duper bonus, my stuck ear bones turn the drilling and grinding into a ‘my head is stuck in a race car engine’ experience.
Floss. Just floss.
(I will forget to floss.)
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We had a meeting tonight and about 3/4 into it I got a headache. It’s not a ginormous one, but I don’t get them very often so it’s kind of like a science experiment/observation: “Wow, my forehead feels really tight – kinda vice-y. And my ears feel like someone’s putting headphones in the wrong place.” I feel very detatched from the whole experience in a way.
I have a friend (I’m looking at you, Kate) who gets migraine headaches / neckaches all the time and yet she still goes on without complaint. I highly admire that.
So, no photo tonight. I’m going to track down some Tylenol.