Oh, the horror...

As most of you know, my grandpa lives with my family. Since he has moved in, life has gotten even more interesting, but yesterday something disturbing happened that I must share...

My grandpa sometimes isn't "all there". He is usually fine, but every once and a while he has a "bad" day. Example, one day when I came home from school, he was wearing four shirts, his belt was twisted to the side, and his hair was disheveled. I asked him if he was hot, to see if there was a logical explanation for the shirts, then I pointed out that he was wearing four shirts, counting them for him (to get him back in touch with reality), then asked him if he needed help with his shirts, then I also helped him fix his belt. I'm used to this kinda stuff from work and school, so it was no big deal. But yesterday...

I had been busy running errands and doing stuff around the house all morning. After putting my laundry away, I ran down stairs to make myself some lunch. I turn the corner, and there he is, standing at the food pantry in his robe wide open, exposing his, um, "manly glory". I quickly turned around and headed back up the stair. Didn't know how to handle that one. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen, well, you know, cuz at both my school and my work I've seen it all, but it's different when it's your grandpa... at home... in front of the pantry... blarf. Besides, confronting him would make us both uncomfortable. "Um, hey grandpa, do you realize that your, uh, is, uh... it's not really sanitary to uh... would you like a hot dog for lunch?" Yeah, it was just easier to go back up stairs. I lost my appetite, anyway.

It's here!

Yeah! I have a car again! I'll get some pictures up when we get our computer back; it's at Notebook Hospital, it has a virus. So till then, I'll entertain you with some random posts. Today's topics: My favorite words.
1. Fluctuate: To move now in one direction and now in another; to be wavering or unsteady; to be irresolute or undetermined; to vacillate. In high school, one of my friends got on this kick of expanding her vocabulary. Everyday she would learn a new word and we would use it as often as we could. Fluctuate was our first word (and our last, she only did it for one day, I guess you could say she fluctuates a lot). It was an interesting day and you can use that word in a lot of situation (it's very discriptive of women), but I have never forgotten the word and it has remained one of my favorites.
2. Plethora: State of being overfull; excess; superabundance. I had an English teacher that would use this word all the time. In return, I used it in every paper I wrote in her class, which she acknowledge with a smiley face and I got A's in her classes (Sucking Up 101, by Erin Ziegler, man, I'm good). I really like to say the word. It makes me feel like I have a plethora of knowledge.
3. Canaliculi: small, microscopic canal between various lacunae ( it's tiny canals in the bone). I like this word not so much for what it means but cuz how you pronounce it. "Can-I-lick-you-lie". It brings out the jr. high boy in me. My lab teacher at Flo Valley said it, and a bunch of us died laughing, but unfortunately he didn't have a sense of humor. Can I lick you lie...tee-hee.

# 5, but still alive

This is the first time since my semester has started that I have actually had time to waste to right a blog. I'm having a hard time concentrating, though, cuz I'm in my school's computer lab and there is a large group of foreign exchange students in here and their instructor is yelling at them, telling them about how other people in the lab are working hard to get school assignments done in here and they are being distracting, yelling at one for looking at the internet instead of doing the assignment, and lecturing another about St. Louis is not a country... and I'm sitting here giggling. Glad she's not my instructor.
Anyways, exciting news with me. My beautiful, red truck that I have had for a little over a year is no longer with us. It was my first car that I had that wasn't made in the 80's or had over 200,000 miles on it ; it's year was 2001 and had a little over 56,000 miles when it happened. On Friday, I didn't have clinicals so I decided to run a lot of errands. After filling my tank, I decided to head to Jack-in-the-Box for lunch, but I never made it. A 72 year old lady hit me in a head-on collision. I spent the next 3-4 hrs. in the ER with a neck brace on, strapped to a board with oxygen tubes up my nose. Don't worry about me. I had fun joking around with the EMTs, doctors, and nurses (an EMT apologized cuz he had to feel my chest for pain and possible fractures, I told him it was no big deal, it's been a while since anyone has felt my chest). I'm okayish. I only have minor stuff: scratches on my neck, sore neck and back, bruised knee and butt. But my poor baby didn't make it. She's totaled. Which makes that #5. I have been in five car accidents where I have been hit and it wasn't my fault. They are, in order:
1. Rear-ended in funeral procession line by someone not even a part of it (she was trying to cut through). Damage: over $1000 in car repairs. The lady have a false info, but they tracked her down, and she claimed that I was driving slowly and was making frequent stops. Hmm, wonder why.
2. Hit a six-point buck. Not really my fault; it jumped in front of me.
3. Hit by a drunk driver. He took off, I chased him down and got his license #, but he skipped town.
4. Rear-ended on the highway. Car in front of me stopped, so I stopped, but the car behind me didn't.
5. Freakin' old lady hit me head on, cuz it's hard to see a red truck in the middle of the day, I guess.
Luckily I have never been seriously injured, but, man, it sucks!