Freak Show

Well today as been a pretty good day as the world turns. I got up at a decent hour, called work to see if they needed my talent today, no takers on that gig....got ready to go see Dr. Riddle today to bitch about m blood pressure. Uggghhhhh!!! I hate blood pressure problems. WHY did I inherit the genetic gift of hypertension from my MOM and my DAD?? I would just have assumed inherit something else...(but crazy, they both can keep those genes) . Ya know if I am gonna stroke, just do it already, and make sure it's a fatal one!! I don't want to live gorkled out at the Nursing Homes for my kids to come visit me...anyway, don't mean to be so fatalistic with my attitude with my health, but I guess that's how this ole nurse thinks.

Racoon has actually been on good behavior today,so can't bitch at him too mucy. It might be because we have company in my bestie Sandi from Gage. Sandi and I have been knowing each other for 30+ years. She is that friend that we can pick up where we left off if it has been days or monthes. I adore her. She had just graduated Nursing school in 1981 when we started working together at Newman Memorial Hospital in Shattuck Oklahoma. I was best friends with her sister Debbie. Sandi had a baby boy in Nov of 1981, Levi. I loved that baby, then she had twins the following year. I was 17 at the time. She would call me crying from exhaustion and I would go help her with the babies. Oh my gosh I Loved those boys!! Levi, Eric and Erin....they are 28 and 29 . Sandi was my nurse when Matthew was born at Shattuck. She wiped my tears away ....for many reasons....She is always on my side, even if I am wrong. She sets a good example....She is a dreamer. I value and treasure this friendship and sister hood to the core of my soul. When we looked through Matthew's Hope chest today, and pulled out his Army Jacket with his name embroidered on it, she cried with me. I could hardly breath. It hurt so bad. But then we moved on to the other memories, her beautiful grandchild, my beautiful grandchild. We can sit in the room and not say anything and it is so comforting to me. I am so very blessed to have this loyal friend in my life.She is so very precious to me.

NOw, I want to talk about the Angry, Gangsta Asian at the shoe repair place on Main ST. He is vewy scawee! He is vewy angwy! I took in what I believed to be, 2 authentic LouisV's....the straps had broke on the purses....fun how the strap broke on the same handle on BOTH purses...anyway, I put it on my TODO list to see about getting them fixed.So I wander into the boot repair shop and he comes out and gives my an estimate to fix them...$24 dolla, you pwepay! I of course have to be a sarcastic smart ass customer..."Do you guarantee your work?" He laughs in my face...."HAHAHA, NOOOOOO, No one gawantees wok on fake ledder " Me :"Are you telling me my purses are KNOCK OFFS and are fake" , Angry Asian "YES" ....ME:putting away my cold hard cash, "me no pay for fake looeee veetons then" he then blasts me again " you should not cawy so much stuff in yo purse to bweak handle" uuuggghhhh, I snorted out of there. I hope that I never have to darken his doorstep again!!! Then I am mad  when I get into the car because my MOM, swore that those purses were REAL Louis's!! I am REGIFTING her those purses with the broken straps....one for her birthday on Dec 24th, and one for Christmas on Dec 25th,or better, maybe they would make a GREAT dirty Santa Gift!!! :-) I knew my mom got those purses in the scratch and dent bin at the Goodwill!! She is IN TROUBLE!! The humiliation!
Peace hugs and LOVe!!