The roses of success

Last weekend, I helped my cousin and her boyfriend move into their new abode. All I can say after helping them is that the process of moving is not at all satisfying. Walking into a cluttered storage shed was almost as stressful as walking into my grandmothers home. The result of moving however, is a priceless reward. I couldn't be happier for the two of them, and I was glad that I could be of assistance. It was the least I could do after all the things that they have done for me.  The weather last week was damn near perfect for moving too...until it rained at the end of the night. I think it was mother natures way of telling us all to take a chill pill after a hard days work.

Speaking of my grandmother; I wheeled her to her 2nd to last doctor appointment on Thursday. Beautiful news on a beautiful day. No more mittens, no more hats, no more street salt clogging up her wheels, no more gauze to cover up wounds! This may not sound like big news; but she has been in and out of the hospital at least twice a month since last May for wound therapy and cancer treatment. By every bursted bubble has a glory. Each abysmal failure makes a point. Every glowing path that goes astray, shows you how to find a better way. So every time you stumble never grumble. Next time you'll bumble even less. For up from the ashes, up from the ashes, grow the roses of success!

The very same cousin who I helped move this weekend, won free tickets to the Skyline Comedy Cafe. She invited me and a few other friends to come along. To get in, you must be 18 years or older. You also must buy at least 2 drinks during the show. For the first time since my drivers temps expired on January 20th of this year, someone had brought it up to me. He asked me if I had any other form of identification. I did not. Then before asking me, he grabbed my hand and drew a giant X on it so that I would not order alcohol. I don't know what bothered me more; the symbolism, the reminder that I still haven't received a drivers license and am now going to give in and purchase a state ID, the fact that it was only 3 months expired, or the fact that he didn't ask me first. He is lucky I didn't have an allergic reaction to that marker, or that I didn't have a job interview or anything of equal importance coming up the next day. As a matter of fact, I spent a good half hour scrubbing that X off of my hand when I got home until my hand was red, raw, and sore. I just walked away from the man in a shock that escalated to me full fledged in tears in the bathroom. Once I calmed myself down, I truly did enjoy the performance. I would like to thank my cousin once again publically for calming me down that night and for offering to bring me to the DMV this week to prevent similar instances from ever happening again.

On a much happier note... below is a brief list other random happenings, in no particular order.

The friend of mine that apologized to me in my previous post has been quite a pleasure to reconnect with.

The radio stations changed for the better on our satellite dish. The best station of all is called The Playground. I had no idea Wayne Brady sang so many childrens songs. Also, if you have never heard the song Try It, You'll Like It by Yo Gabba Gabba, I challenge you to listen to it now and not feel like a pedofile at the same time.

I  received a cute thank you card with a handwritten message from my dermatologist. Also, my TMJ specialist told me that I am his favorite patient. Every week, he offers me a treat from his pocket. It sounds weird, because it is. Ha! But this week, he offered me and his assistant a bag of nuts, assuming one of us would turn it down. When we both agreed to eat them, he said "that was rude of me to offer one bag to two of you. I will run to the gas station next door and buy another bag". Hahaha what the heck? I obviously did not let him do that, but that is sincere proof that he is either genuine, nuts, or both. Forgive me for that horrible pun.