Thursday, December 29, 2005
Blogging
One good thing about a blog is you have a written record of your life to gage progress. Not much has changed in mine...except my ability to recall facts...My memory used to rock. I payed up a $100 bet to my girlfriend tonight. I'm not sure if the mistake was a memory glitch or a hearing glitch. One thing for sure hasn't changed and that's my writing style/content...I need to progress....so here is a six month old blog to prove my point.
June 1, 2005
Great Grandma Shirley was born December 27, 1926 (fellow Capricorn) in good ole’Denver Colorado. Tonight while visiting her daughter (Grandma Jackie the one dying at 58 of emphysema) I had to hold Grandma Shirley’s arm to escort her to her side of the family owned duplex; which just so happens to be located in the now posh Platte Park community. As we strolled bobbling side to side I said, “Grandma we need to get you one of those race car chairs” and she replied in her classic deadpan whiskey tenor voice, “shit I’d probably wreck the damn thing.” Her voice seemed to vaporize from her mouth like the 50 some odd years of smoke it took to create her finely aged tone. Shit I love my Grandma.
One good thing about a blog is you have a written record of your life to gage progress. Not much has changed in mine...except my ability to recall facts...My memory used to rock. I payed up a $100 bet to my girlfriend tonight. I'm not sure if the mistake was a memory glitch or a hearing glitch. One thing for sure hasn't changed and that's my writing style/content...I need to progress....so here is a six month old blog to prove my point.
June 1, 2005
Great Grandma Shirley was born December 27, 1926 (fellow Capricorn) in good ole’Denver Colorado. Tonight while visiting her daughter (Grandma Jackie the one dying at 58 of emphysema) I had to hold Grandma Shirley’s arm to escort her to her side of the family owned duplex; which just so happens to be located in the now posh Platte Park community. As we strolled bobbling side to side I said, “Grandma we need to get you one of those race car chairs” and she replied in her classic deadpan whiskey tenor voice, “shit I’d probably wreck the damn thing.” Her voice seemed to vaporize from her mouth like the 50 some odd years of smoke it took to create her finely aged tone. Shit I love my Grandma.
# posted by Nick D @ 8:50 PM 
