No, that photo is not me.
This is part one of what I hope is a two part blog. But as my life has been going of late, it may be a ten part blog.
It all started about four months ago when I took my eight year old daughter to get a get well present for my mom (McKenna's grandma). My mom has been sick for a long time, and four months ago she was in the hospital for the fith time in 12 months. She got home that day, so we went to a closeout store in Salt Lake City to get her the gift.
McKenna found the perfect gift. It was a stuffed pink poodle, and since my mom has two poodles, we bought it.
McKenna found the perfect gift. It was a stuffed pink poodle, and since my mom has two poodles, we bought it.
After paying for our purchase, we were approching the exit, and there was a lady sitting at the exit and checking all receipts to make sure no one was stealing.
I didn't have a problem with what the lady was doing, I had a problem with what she said to me. She looked at the stuffed animal, at me and then my daughter, and said, "Sir, that is so nice of you to buy your granddaughter a stuffed animal". My daughter laughed so hard she had tears running down her face, and I, well I had tears in my eyes also, but not of laughter. By the time we got home, my daughter had called all of her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and anyone else she could think of to tell the story.
That night, I had my daughter Chelsea dye my hair, and I shaved off my beard. Only last month, I turned 43.
What happened yesterday, will be post 2 in this series, after I figure out why this person said what he did.
Until then, I will get my walker out, take my Geritol and try to drive the speed limit on the freeway.
3 comments:
Ouch! You're a couple of years younger than me, that had to seriously hurt!
It happens to all of us!
When my husband was in the hospital he looked awful. (Doesn't everybody?) He's also prematurely gray, so one nurse kept asking him if he needed a walker, laxative, etc. Finally he said, "I'm only 50. I think I can take care of myself."
She responded, "Fifty? Wow! I thought you were like 70."
When she left the room my husband said, "Tell the doctors to just let me die.
I happen to think he's gorgeous.
My dad has white hair--not unusual now that he is 79. However, he turned gray before his dad did, and people used to think they were brothers. He started turning gray around the time my sister was born (who is #4 of 6), and I'm the youngest, my oldest brother being 20 years older than I am. Needless to say, I got plenty of that same kind of thing growing up--people thinking that my dad was my grandpa. My dad was older than you are now when I was born! I think people need to be a little more careful not to jump to conclusions when they say things. I'm sure you don't really look that old! :-)
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