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Happy Birthday to a gorgeous smart guy that happens to be my son!

My oldest son, Brian is 26 today!!!! Feb 8 1981. He is a sweet, smart, genuine person. If I died today I would have had more love, and happiness from memories than most people that live 100 years. Brian loves life and he is a lucky person. I have rarely seen him upset. He is smart, and most people that are smart are lazy. Brian loves to excell. On the first day of 3rd grade Brian got upset in class because he looked in the back of the book, and didn’t think he could do the problems. His teacher called me about this. His teachers all loved him. He has always had so much concern for others, his friends, his family.

He has a great life, working hard with his new business, and his cute wife, Jodi. He says she is so smart.

Brian is going to Callaway Gardens to teach, then to Germany, then he will have to do jury duty.

Brian has a new hobby. He takes pilates, and rides his bike while holding on to his cute doggie, Jameson’s lease.

It is cold outside…and inside. My house is cold too…drafty. Actually , I am practicing the Jimmy Carter save fuel idea. I am keeping the temp 68 and also I don’t get stuffy. Studies Show, ” bull bull” No, I am not talking about Jimmy, he shoots straight. I think that people make up stuff just to get you to do what they want you to do. The news people say- some say” blah, blah.” Then, it like a fact. They do that at work too. They say patients say…so, we have to start this new policy. Never mind the ancient old problems that never get fixed, like doctors hand writing, nursing staffing. Nursing staffing is HAVING ENOUGH NURSES TO WORK YET STAFFING IT SHORT TO SAVE MONEY.  Then, the public thinks there is a nursing shortage. Then, so many nurses cannot handle this everyday, and drop out. It more complex than that …another time.

In fact, only the person writing the article said tha…like a rumor or gossip.

Pet peeve of the month: Women who are lazy and say they are “Christain”. They talk all the time about God, yet they are unlikable. Somehow they torment your world and at the same time make you feel bad, because they are “talking to God” all the time. It is making me feel bad even now for talking about them.

I promise to write something more uplifting and interesting next time.

Maybe I will turn up the heat to 72.