I am so shy and scared that I don't open my mouth and have conversations with people. That is why I probably don't have many friends. I trip over my words and draw blanks at what the words are, I sound so stupid. I was trying to say to someone as they were leaving our house for them to "stop by again". I said, "stop my".
I know I have never been diagnosed with dyslexia but I have all the symptoms of it. I am very thankful that my numbers are solid when typing. I had all that experience with entering phone numbers for customers as an operator. Then it switched from phone pad to keypad, which is backwards except (I just typed "expect" see!) for middle like is same 4-5-6
So here I am trying to make new friends in South Carolina and I get all jumbled up on my words. It is hard enough for them to understand my northern accent, but then through the wrong words in there and they are really confused! It is like my brain is mush. I know the word, but just doesn't come out of my mouth right.
OPEN MOUTH - INSERT FOOT
Add my horrible language skills along with my shy and introvert people skills and I am not a good party person. I gravitate towards familiar people instead of meeting new people and trying to have a conversation with them. I rather just sit back and listen!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Last Movie I saw....
Rick and I went to movies tonight. The last movie we saw in the theatre was Pirates of Caribbean- the first one! We went to see Avatar-The Last Airbender in 3D. It wasn't bad but could of used more 3D effects. I can't believe the movies cost 28.00 bucks plus he bought a large bottle of water and I bought dips for $9 dollars. No wonder families can't afford entertainment things anymore.
I remember how we would all pack up the station wagon to go to drive-in movie either in Dartmouth where the Wal-Mart is or Fairhaven. Mom would let us go in our pajama's so if we fell asleep, it was easier to carry us up to bed.
Speaking of Mom...she is doing better and should be coming home in the morning. She was admitted to St. Luke's last Thursday night. Janet, Maureen and I went to her doctor's appointment for her regular follow-up from being discharged two weeks ago. She had cellulitis (sp) and it was slowly creeping up her leg making her retain fluid and looked red. She tried bullshitting the doctor by saying, "it is a sunburn". The doctor turned around and said, "Mrs. O'Malley this is no sunburn...this is strep/staph infection that is almost to your torso". He wanted her admitted right away. Stubborn woman who for 45 years nurse would normally know what was wrong, but she is her own worse patient.
Mom use to be such a strong woman who had big shoulders and her hugs were like a bear. After hugging her while I was home, I cried knowing how frail she felt beneath my body hug. She is going to be 77 this November. I had a few moments while visiting last week when I thought to myself..."this might be the last time I see her alive". I hope and pray that God keeps her with us a lot longer, but it is not up to me. It is in God's hands.
I remember how we would all pack up the station wagon to go to drive-in movie either in Dartmouth where the Wal-Mart is or Fairhaven. Mom would let us go in our pajama's so if we fell asleep, it was easier to carry us up to bed.
Speaking of Mom...she is doing better and should be coming home in the morning. She was admitted to St. Luke's last Thursday night. Janet, Maureen and I went to her doctor's appointment for her regular follow-up from being discharged two weeks ago. She had cellulitis (sp) and it was slowly creeping up her leg making her retain fluid and looked red. She tried bullshitting the doctor by saying, "it is a sunburn". The doctor turned around and said, "Mrs. O'Malley this is no sunburn...this is strep/staph infection that is almost to your torso". He wanted her admitted right away. Stubborn woman who for 45 years nurse would normally know what was wrong, but she is her own worse patient.
Mom use to be such a strong woman who had big shoulders and her hugs were like a bear. After hugging her while I was home, I cried knowing how frail she felt beneath my body hug. She is going to be 77 this November. I had a few moments while visiting last week when I thought to myself..."this might be the last time I see her alive". I hope and pray that God keeps her with us a lot longer, but it is not up to me. It is in God's hands.
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