I don't care what some of the contraindications say, even if it would increase intra-abdominal pressure; laughter really is the best medicine. Okay, that was just a lil PT humor for ya'll.
I just want to say today for about two hours straight or more I laughed more than i have since...well...probably the last time Zion and I had a really good talk. Let me set up the senario, though you prob won't find it funny b/c you just had to be there, tragic how that always works. but for kicks put two classmates with the same name in a room and tell them to paint it, add in the fact that one of them studied abroad in Spain and the other is working on her espanol...what do you get? La cuarta de espanol (the spanish room) where all you can do is speak spanish and point and grunt of course when you can't think of a phrase (or you can whisper in english or make it up in spanglish) and if you get paint on something that is not supposed to be painted well the classic spanish cuss word is a must "O m****a!" ("O s***!) yes, that's how you pronounce it as well:) Add in lots of paint fumes, and you've got yourself an afternoon's worth of fun and laughter!
In other news, I'm totally putting off doing anything productive with my time, I figure might as well make a day of no good studying, we've got all weekend right;)
I just want to give a shout out to Mama Bear. You asked where the name Dori comes from a while back, oh no I haven't forgotten and I feel bad if i don't do something that i say I will, so here's the story therein....
It all started back in the year 19?? na, just kidding we're not going to go back quite that far. I'm only taking you back two years max, why? b/c that's when the name first came about for this purpose though it formerly belonged to a beloved elderly lady that used to babysit for us back in the day (different spelling though). Basically, the deal is that here in blogger land all names are ficticious so that no-ones real name gets out there...it's a mysterious thing I know, but for safety and club made up name purposes, this is the way it is. It started that the name used to talk of someone corresponded to their car's name. Everyone referenced by myself is either called by their car's name, or in a case such as Mama Bear (you know who you are) an otherwise not so common nickname is used so that person feels the love when i give a shout out all the while protecting the secrecy of the not so secret blog. (If I really were stealth i wouldn't give this site address to anyone, but then where's the fun in that and what good would my rantings be if no one out there skimmed them for amusement and the occasional encouraging/challenging word.) So, there ya go, in a nutshell, now the infamous Dori is not so...how shall we say it...mysteriously exciting. Just be glad I gave up writing as if i was a car back in the earlier blogs...I mean one can only take that point of view so far:)
Let me say thankyou to anyone who has ever taken the time to pen their sentiments on cardstock. It is so nice to get a card, or anything for that matter from the heart. I was sorting through piles of nonesence (stickers, bookmarks, old college pics of Stella (right now Nala) talking with her butt) and not so nonesence (a letter from the prosecuting attourney of home county...aka speeding ticket paperwork). Amidst the accumulating papyrus type thin sheets are cards from various occasions. Some tell of fun times, a few play music (kung-foo fighting is the current fav), one has a pic that changes as you tilt it, and the home made ones that are simply arranged feel comfortable to handle. I must say though that the ones I can't seem to get rid of no matter how long they sit and "collect dust" are the loose leaf pieces of paper of multiple color, shape, and texture that contain words of encouragement, acknowledgement, and love. Recieving something of this that speaks from the heart, to mine is priceless, timeless, a treasure. So, thank you family, thank you more than words can say my dear Jasmine, I cherish yours and recognize the effort Zion, Flash - your words of wisdom do not fall on deaf ears, Stella (though the more I think about your name i think I have it wrong) I can feel you holding my hand as I read words you share from our Papa...Wow, God has blessed me indeed and I pray each of you are blessed as you sleep tonight, as you work saving lives the night through. I ask God to fill you up so you can in turn be poured out - let His love, joy, peace, confidence, etc,etc flow from you this day wherever/whatever you find yourself doing.
With Love,
Dori
And yes, I tend to get sentimental as I sit and think late at night...yes, 10:30 classifies as late at night;)
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