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Miss Liz, the President
I’ve written here before about Miss Liz, our longtime neighbor and friend. She lived in the apartment next to ours for 10 years. A little over a year and a half ago, she had some heart attacks followed by surgery and was in and out of the hospital many times over the next few months. By the Easter following the December in which she had her first heart attacks, I thought that she was going to die. I distinctly remember going to see her and realizing that she didn’t know who I was. She was just like a shell of her former vivacious self and I wasn’t sure that we’d see her ever recover. Her family decided to move her to a nursing home in their area and we said good-bye not knowing how we would find her when we were able to visit.

You can imagine our surprise and delight in finding her vastly improved physically and mentally when we visited her a few months after she moved to the nursing home. What is more — she had her sparkly personality back. It seemed like a miracle.

So, she has had a year to get to know everyone there and guess what? She is now president of the resident’s association at that nursing home. Her first item of business was to get cable TV. Anyone who knows her will know how appropriate that is! Miss Liz the president, crusading for cable TV. It makes me smile just to think of it.

Miss Liz, the President
I’ve written here before about Miss Liz, our longtime neighbor and friend. She lived in the apartment next to ours for 10 years. A little over a year and a half ago, she had some heart attacks followed by surgery and was in and out of the hospital many times over the next few months. By the Easter following the December in which she had her first heart attacks, I thought that she was going to die. I distinctly remember going to see her and realizing that she didn’t know who I was. She was just like a shell of her former vivacious self and I wasn’t sure that we’d see her ever recover. Her family decided to move her to a nursing home in their area and we said good-bye not knowing how we would find her when we were able to visit.

You can imagine our surprise and delight in finding her vastly improved physically and mentally when we visited her a few months after she moved to the nursing home. What is more — she had her sparkly personality back. It seemed like a miracle.

So, she has had a year to get to know everyone there and guess what? She is now president of the resident’s association at that nursing home. Her first item of business was to get cable TV. Anyone who knows her will know how appropriate that is! Miss Liz the president, crusading for cable TV. It makes me smile just to think of it.

Banana Flavor
The other day, I was reading at the table after the boys had eaten their lunches and gone off to play. Jon was getting something in the kitchen and I could tell that he was eating something. He came around the corner to the dining area and said, “Whoa. This has WAY too much banana flavor.” I look up to see what he was eating. What is it? A banana.

Kind of like saying, you know, this water is really, really wet.

Banana Flavor
The other day, I was reading at the table after the boys had eaten their lunches and gone off to play. Jon was getting something in the kitchen and I could tell that he was eating something. He came around the corner to the dining area and said, “Whoa. This has WAY too much banana flavor.” I look up to see what he was eating. What is it? A banana.

Kind of like saying, you know, this water is really, really wet.

Banana Flavor
The other day, I was reading at the table after the boys had eaten their lunches and gone off to play. Jon was getting something in the kitchen and I could tell that he was eating something. He came around the corner to the dining area and said, “Whoa. This has WAY too much banana flavor.” I look up to see what he was eating. What is it? A banana.

Kind of like saying, you know, this water is really, really wet.

My Weird Mind
Have you ever thought of something once while doing something and then, ever after, had that same thought while doing that same thing? I’ll explain. When I was in Alabama earlier this summer, I was putting on some concealer (shocking, I know) and I had this crazy thought that I was putting on war paint, you know, like an Native American, for example. I don’t know why I thought that. So now, whenever I put on concealer, I feel like I’m putting on my war paint again. Who knows why minds work this way? Maybe it’s like an earworm song. Sometimes if I have one of those stuck in my head and I make myself sing it aloud it stops repeating in my head. So what’s the solution here? I know, next time I’m putting on concealer I’ll just let out a war whoop or two. Maybe that’ll take care of it.

I think that my sanity is slipping.

My Weird Mind
Have you ever thought of something once while doing something and then, ever after, had that same thought while doing that same thing? I’ll explain. When I was in Alabama earlier this summer, I was putting on some concealer (shocking, I know) and I had this crazy thought that I was putting on war paint, you know, like an Native American, for example. I don’t know why I thought that. So now, whenever I put on concealer, I feel like I’m putting on my war paint again. Who knows why minds work this way? Maybe it’s like an earworm song. Sometimes if I have one of those stuck in my head and I make myself sing it aloud it stops repeating in my head. So what’s the solution here? I know, next time I’m putting on concealer I’ll just let out a war whoop or two. Maybe that’ll take care of it.

I think that my sanity is slipping.

My Weird Mind
Have you ever thought of something once while doing something and then, ever after, had that same thought while doing that same thing? I’ll explain. When I was in Alabama earlier this summer, I was putting on some concealer (shocking, I know) and I had this crazy thought that I was putting on war paint, you know, like an Native American, for example. I don’t know why I thought that. So now, whenever I put on concealer, I feel like I’m putting on my war paint again. Who knows why minds work this way? Maybe it’s like an earworm song. Sometimes if I have one of those stuck in my head and I make myself sing it aloud it stops repeating in my head. So what’s the solution here? I know, next time I’m putting on concealer I’ll just let out a war whoop or two. Maybe that’ll take care of it.

I think that my sanity is slipping.

Do You Know What is Funny?
A woman attempting to put a glaze on her foot-and-a-half long hair (did I mention that she is no good with cosmetic-type stuff) while trying desperately not to get it on the white Marimekko shower curtain or anywhere else in the miniscule bathroom.

Oh, wait, it gets funnier. When she is trying to rinse out the glaze, she hangs her head over the tub for what feels like forever (until it no longer looks like a murder scene happened there — did I mention the glaze is orange?) and when she stands up to check it in the mirror, she thinks that she is having some sort of bizarre allergic reaction because her face and hands are so red. After putting her remaining brain cells to work, however, she determines that her face and hands are red because she was basically doing a modified handstand in the bathtub for like 5 minutes.

Said woman then resolves not to attempt cosmetic things past 10 o’clock at night because the critical thinking skills needed — like remembering to bring a hair clip, say — are sadly lacking.

Lesson learned, and the Marimekko survived. Whew.

Do You Know What is Funny?
A woman attempting to put a glaze on her foot-and-a-half long hair (did I mention that she is no good with cosmetic-type stuff) while trying desperately not to get it on the white Marimekko shower curtain or anywhere else in the miniscule bathroom.

Oh, wait, it gets funnier. When she is trying to rinse out the glaze, she hangs her head over the tub for what feels like forever (until it no longer looks like a murder scene happened there — did I mention the glaze is orange?) and when she stands up to check it in the mirror, she thinks that she is having some sort of bizarre allergic reaction because her face and hands are so red. After putting her remaining brain cells to work, however, she determines that her face and hands are red because she was basically doing a modified handstand in the bathtub for like 5 minutes.

Said woman then resolves not to attempt cosmetic things past 10 o’clock at night because the critical thinking skills needed — like remembering to bring a hair clip, say — are sadly lacking.

Lesson learned, and the Marimekko survived. Whew.