ASha's blog, prompted my brain of something embarrassing my arm did once. My stroke arm lacks feeling/sensation, so I never know where my arm is or what it is doing unless I see it. The last time I went to the dentist, my stroke arm lay on my body with my hand right on my crotch. I was so embarrased when my appointment was over and it looked like I had been touching myself during the cleaning.*At least it wasn't moving around.

I have watched the movie Polar Express the last 2 nights in a row. I cry very single time I watch it. It isn't sad, but happy and cute. I wear my emotions on my sleeve sometimes still.

Tomorrow is Friday. Yeah, I can't wait. Friday is allowance day and I am going to get my nails done. A little TLC for Mommy. I want to have cute nails for the holiday. I am going for acrylic french manicure. I love the look of a French Manicure. Everytime I get fake nails I swear it will be the last time, but I always do it again.I have a love/hate relationship with them. I may not be able to type after it.

If I had enough money I would love to get a pedi and mani. I can't affored them both, oh well.

-Amy