Well, it seems my son, Paul, has created a blog for me. Now all I have to do is figure out what to do with it. I can’t imagine who will read it and the last blog-worthy experience I had was about a week ago. That was the ”stuck-in-the-elevator-at-Lakewood-Park-Manor-with-Estelle” experience, which I’ve already shared with most of the people I know. So. . . stay tuned. We’ll see what happens next.
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Maybe you should still write the Estelle story -It’s a good one.
or maybe you could write about Pancho Sanchez’s oral hygiene. or that time you drove off to work with my head rolled up in the car window. Or that time you bar-b-qued the dirty magazines you found in my room. Good times. Or how you and Dad met – him giving you fruit and all that. You have a lot of good stories. I look forward to reading.
You have given me some ideas.
It has been so long since I have seen Pancho that I don’t remember the status of his oral hygiene. I don’t even know if he is still a patient in our practice . . . but I could find out. I think I may have just violated HIPPA.
Why do the words “that time you drove off to work with my head rolled up in the car window” make me laugh? That’s not right.
Neither of us would have had to deal with the magazines if our neighbor (who shall remain nameless) had burned his porno instead of putting it out on top of his trash. It still makes me a little mad when I think about it. Do you think I over reacted?? It wasn’t just pretty, air-brushed, naked ladies. . . like playboy or something. . . it was quite vile and disgusting. . . not saying I think Playboy is ok, I don’t.
You must’ve heard the meeting story, involving fruit, from Dad, because my memory of it is too vague for me to have been the story teller.
I will do a post on the elevator incident. Then I guess I should alert somebody who hasn’t already heard it so they can read it.
Hello Judy,
Welcome to the blog! Look forward to your stories.