So, I normally don’t write blog posts in the morning but yesterday my eyes were really wonky even with my contacts so I didn’t post yesterday. I have an appointment tomorrow to talk about the contacts but I think it’s more of an MS thing with my vision and I have an appointment with Dr. Skarf in the new year. He is a neural ophthalmologist.
But one thing I noticed probably the second time I saw this movie and definitely the third. My mom suggested this Netflix movie that we have watched three times so far:
It showed me the difference 10 years makes. I saw a Train with my cousinT, Shannon, right after I bought my house. I think it was the following year.
This is my favorite pictures of us and it’s from about 10 years ago when we went to the Train concert. Pat took his shirt off and he had a hairy chest. I didn’t really dig that. He sings about it and I think that’s gross!
At least I did 10 years ago. I never liked hairy chests on men growing up and my dad had a hairy chest. Fast forward to 10 years later and I see this:
but it wasn’t so bad. What a difference 10 years can make. The 38-year-old woman I am now doesn’t really mind it so much…