no, it isn’t time for me to move into an assisted living facility. but it is time that i acknowledged that is how i do live... with much assistance- from family, from friends, from college students, and last by NEVER least, from God Himself. the one thing that i have noticed about growing up (not older, just up) is that i am less and less able to do everything i think i should do and everything i want to do. i need lots of assistance, lots of people around me to help me most of the time (certainly zac effron would like to apply for one of those assistant positions in my life).
i like to think of myself as a solitary gal, but alas and alack, that is not so... i am always in need of assistance. good thing i have some of the GREATEST (albeit they are also pretty darn crazy) friends in the WORLD and throughout all of TIME AND SPACE. really, i have read a lot of books and NO where have i even encountered a character or a real life person of whom i have thought “now she has better friends that i have”. nope, not once, never thought it. and as we all know- i read a LOT.
i think i have such good friends because i am NOT a LOSER. hang with me here folks. not as in loser/winner kind of loser, but as in loser/finder kind of loser. i don’t lose things. i can always find my keys and most everything else in the house, car, world. there was that ONE time in college when i lost my sunglasses and i do admit that i had a kind of a meltdown but that was because as we all know, i am not a LOSER. i don’t lose weight easily and i don’t lose people. i will keep in touch with you FOREVER. unless you move and don’t leave me a forwarding address (and then you won’t be on the Christmas card list, now will you?) i do have one friend who i can’t seem to get in touch with anymore (and she was actually in my wedding, SHOCK) and it really bugs me every month or so if i think of her because i LOST her and as we all are aware now... i am not a LOSER (so amy, if you read this, call me).
anyway, suffice it to say that i had an AWESOME birthday. i got the most wonderful scrapbook that had definitions of LEA in it and as my friend dina said, “this is what everyone would say about you at your funeral” which is GREAT because to me the biggest bummer of dying is NOT getting to hear all the nice things at my funeral (which will be one of those HUGE affairs that go on for HOURS with singing and dancing and crying and laughing and a GREAT slide show with all my good pictures). anyway, at this funeral, my friend mike hale will NOT be allowed to speak (because i think he will give that same sermon from our senior year at church and we all know that i should have given that sermon) AND his brother tony will be allowed to gansta’ rap about me, because that will just be FRESH!
if you are one who helps with my assisted living, consider yourself thanked and as we all know, once i have thanked you in person (or on my blog), i don’t have to write a thank you note...