whew!

it's monday again and i didn't even realize it was that close until last night... not too bad... i feel kinda bad for r this morning... he hasn't been feeling good the past couple of weeks and he was up most of the night coughing.... this morning while i was getting ready he said that his throat was really hurting and he didn't look like he felt good at all... the assistant manager is on vacation this week because his wife had their baby last week.... so he's already down a person and monday mornings are usually pretty busy for him, even when the assistant manager is there... now he has to do both jobs... he got up early to get to work a little early so that he wouldn't be too rushed but his truck wouldn't start... i don't know if it is the battery or something else... he jumped his truck off from my car... it was so cold out there too!! sounds like he's having a monday... poor guy! i wouldn't be so sad about it if he wasn't feeling bad... i told him i'd take him out to the clinic tonight if he wanted me too... i don't know if he's feeling that bad or not... hehe
tonight is my weight watchers meeting and when i got on the scale this morning it said i had lost 6lbs... i don't know if that is right or not (sure would be awesome if it was!!) but i just hope i lost... only 2 more lbs. until my 5lb. goal! hopefully i'll meet that tonight! i'm getting much closer to my 10%!!! i'm not in a bad mood per say, i'm just not in a good one... kinda indifferent i guess... i don't know, maybe i need to go to a meeting tonight to get "recharged"... i hate to say it but they sure do motivate me and make me feel better...

i need to learn from this:

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved perfectly applied, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to
love it "It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank . I am still depositing." Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.