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Where’s the Keys

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Have a funny story from last night. Well, it’s funny now.

We were helping my cousin pack and move last night. She drove the U-Haul by herself and parked. We pulled in and then two men she hired for help showed up. When we first got there we were looking at a freezer and figuring out how to get the water and ice out. Her hands were full so she handed me something to put in my pocket so she could focus on the freezer. We packed many boxes and bags, carried out loads of furniture and completely filled the truck. We were all exhausted when we were finished. We went outside to close up the truck and I went and sat in the car to get warm. Damn it was cold last night. They stood around the truck and went back inside. I remained in the car with my seatbelt buckled. Then mom and Justin came outside and went back in. Then she came back out with a flashlight. My phone was on sleep because it was past my bedtime. I happened to check my texts and Justin asked if I knew where she put the keys. I said no. How would I know where the keys were? More inside and outside and I figure out they’re searching for something. Then mom texts me and asks if I know where the keys are. Again, no, why would I know? I went back to my phone and had a niggling. Tracy had handed me something three hours earlier. I dig in my pocket and get this huge octagon shaped plastic thing. What the hell, is that. Suddenly, I see the key dangling from it. I jump out of the car and start running towards the house screaming I got it!! Justin had locked the door so the car starts honking and flashing lights as I’m still running towards the house. I felt so bad. Here they looked for at least 15 minutes and I had the keys the whole time. But I stand by my original thought, why the hell would I have the key?!

Overheard

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Today, I wore my velour ho ho kitty cat red and green leggings. I also had on a red and white winter hoodie. And I can’t forget to mention my sneakers that are red plaid with white snowflakes. We ran into Kroger to pick up a few things. While I forlornly stared at the coffee (they only had one box of what I wanted) I heard “She’s got a style I wish I could pull off.” Then I heard Justin say something and laugh. When I asked what he was laughing at he said she liked my outfit. OH! And I had my Christmas purse so it was a full outfit. I felt so warm after I realized she was talking about me. I was just wearing what makes me happy and someone else noticed and wanted to be happy too. Anyway, it meant a lot and I’ve been smiling all day.

Memories

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Ran across this box of VHS-C tapes and cassette tapes. Takes me back to a time when we would record our memories on something other than a phone. Most of these are from the early 80s and I only know what a few have on them. There is a recording of me singing On Top of Spaghetti. A song I learned in preschool. I’m sure there’s more on that cassette, but that’s the only one I remember. Christmas morning 1983. I’d love to listen to that one again. A Christmas play recording for me to practice against from first or second grade. I need to find a service to transfer all these to a digital file. Someone said that there’s way to do this at the library. I’ll need to look into that. Free is always better.

Learned something new

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Going back to my post from a couple days ago, I did what any self-respecting gen-y would do, I googled that shit. Apparently, old people can hear music that’s not actually there, though it doesn’t have to be before they die, and the person doesn’t have to be old.
It’s called Musical Ear Syndrome. Found on Bing: Being elderly, having a hearing loss, withdrawing, and being alone in a quiet environment are all factors that predispose people to hearing phantom music. The name for this condition is Musical Ear Syndrome (MES).

A little support goes a long way

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My nails are a mess. They’re weak, they’re brittle, they split and break easily. I paint, bead and embroider so I am constantly beating up my nails. Over the weekend my husband encouraged me to get my nails done. I’ve always wanted to get my nails done. I’ve only had a pedicure a handful of times and an actual manicure like three times. But I’ve never had anything like acrylic nails.
Justin did all the research. He looked for a highly recommended salon on Yelp. He looked up the different offerings and helped me decide which would best suit me as a first timer. I made the call, but he literally did the rest. He even drove me to the shop and offered to go in with me to start. He helped me pick out a very lovely fall orange color. We had decided to do a dip since it is supposed to strengthen your natural nails. When he saw how nervous I was he decided to sit there the ENTIRE time. He kept me company, chatted with me and the technician. Sometimes, especially when I’m nervous, I have problems understanding / following instructions. He even helped me with that. It seems like a such a small thing, to spend 50 minutes with your wife while she gets her nails done. But honestly, it felt huge. I was so appreciative. Now I mostly know what to expect and I can go by myself the next time. I never would have taken that first step without him. Just that little support made all the difference in the world.

Leaves

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One of the best parts of autumn are the beautiful fall colors. I love to watch the trees change from green to orange or red or yellow or burgundy, etc. I love to watch the leaves fall and hear them shuffle in the breeze. And this love brings me to a memory.
When I was in elementary school, probably around fourth grade, I walked home from school by myself. Our city let residents rake leaves to the side of the road and then they would have a leaf removal once a week. Those piles were always so inviting. One day, I just couldn’t help myself. I walked through this big pile of leaves. Kicked them and threw them up in the air and just watched them fall. I was having a blast. Unbeknownst to me, the owner of the leaves was watching. He came out bellowing with a rake. Scared me to death. Handed the rake to me and made me re-rake every single leaf I had disturbed. That man put the fear of God into me, and I never played in the leaves again. Wait, that’s a sad memory… I must find a pile of leaves stat. Talk soon.