It has been nearly a month since I updated my blog. This is because my 5 year old lap top (that has had no volume for the past year) finally bit the dust. I finally got my new lap top today. It came with some pretty awesome program packages. I have yet to mess around with all of them, but I believe that one program in particular would be a perfect for my cousin. I don’t know if any of you have heard of it. I had never heard of it until now. It is called Cook’n for PC. Here is a link http://www.dvo.com/gcookn.html?CID=B_software If I hadn’t have received it for free, I would probably never consider owning such a program. Since I do, I am going to let my obsessive compulsive habits go to work. Anyway, cousin (you know who you are), let me know if you are interested in using it. I’ll be happy to let you do so.
As most of you know; mothers day is coming up. For those of you who didn’t know; you’re welcome. What has my mom received for this special occasion? Her second ear infection in a month. She is also nearly finished with her physical therapy because of her frozen shoulder. I don’t even know what to get for the poor lady this year. Typically mothers like to receive I would spend money on her, but she would much rather me save up to get the hell out of her house. Maybe I’ll kill a tree and give her a card. I never give out cards. She also asked me if I could find a ride home from work on Sunday. I told her that I gladly would walk or bike home. She said that she wouldn’t let me do that. This is EXACTLY why I need to move out. Ok anyway.... new subject.
Since I work this weekend, I decided to celebrate mothers day with my grandma tonight instead. I brought all of the pictures that I have had nicely organized in my room. We spent nearly 3 hours going through them. We got through most of them. Yes, that’s right, MOST of them! The funniest part about tonight was that there was an exact replica of an old black and white picture of two young men. Grandma described them both to me in completely different ways. I clearly share my great memory skills with her. I intend to put these pictures in a scrap book now that I finally know who all of these people are. The descriptions might not always match the pictures, but at least I tried. I am apologizing in advance to any future little Quigley’s out there who might look at the scrap book and think the creator was on crack. My future grand children (if I ever have any) will probably be using time machines, wearing gas masks, or wiped out by some sort of infestations anyway. I might as well apologize for that too while I’m at it.
I worked my first weekend at Bay Beach last week. My dermatologist told me that my medication was going to make me more sensitive to the sun and to stay in the shade. Did I listen to him? No. I got wind burn at the top of the slide on Saturday, then I worked in the sunniest spot of the park on Sunday. I still won’t complain. I’ll take sun burn over the cold any day. It certainly looked odd and hurt like a bitch for a couple of days though. I know he was not the only one, but I overheard one customer whisper "she looks fried". Another customer told me that I was the most enthusiastic employee that he had seen at the park all day. I found that hard to believe, considering it was nearly impossible to move a muscle above my cheeks without tearing up. I found it even harder to believe after I woke up Monday morning with my face stuck to my pillow where 2 blisters had erupted over night. Don’t worry folks; I changed the pillow case! Let that be a lesson to the rest of my readers. When a professional tells you that your medication will make you more sensitive to the sun, take that advice seriously.
About a month ago, I set a new goal for myself. I honestly don’t remember what compelled me to do this. My goal is to master a set of 100 push ups. When I started out, I could only do 6 push ups. Now, I can do a full set of 20 push ups. Monday night, I did 110 push ups all together within a half hours time. I can’t even explain how great this feels. Once I hit my goal, someone better convince me to stop. I don’t want to look like a disproportionate Popeye.
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