Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I sang to my daughters. My daughters to my grandchildren.
I hope my great grandchildren will hear it someday, too.
Listen to it here -- accompanied by photos of my sleepy daughters, and my 10 sleepy grandchildren!
Karoo Karoo from pamela on Vimeo.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Late last night I curled up on the love seat and watched the weather channel's tornado chasing marathon. The closing credits ran every half hour; then, the next episode would begin. Midnight arrived and yet I remained fixated. I so want to be a storm chaser.
The next thing I knew it was 4:30 and the cat was waking me with a yowling complaint. I got up, turned off the TV, and opened the patio door before grabbing the warm afghan and snuggling back down in my chair. I slept there until 8:30. In my turtle neck and jeans.
This odd confession is brought to you by Gattina - Writers Cramps, the host for today's Fun Monday.
She is curious about our usual Sunday morning attire.
Last night's lead in to this morning was just a fluke. I am the quintessential flannel pajama girl.
Most Sunday morning you'll find me searching for my glasses, the newspaper, and my coffee mug. I do know, however, where my PJ's are --because I'm wearing them.
I can remember wearing little lace-edged flannel sets as a child. I wore them until the lace began to disintegrate and the buttons popped. And then I wore them more.
My attachment to my PJ's hasn't altered as I've aged. I wear them until they fall right into the rag bin.
If you have a Sunday morning lounging tradition - wear them over to Writer's Cramps and shake them loose on Mr. Linky.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
|We went to grandparents day at Curlymop's School. |
Our daughter mentioned that schools smell the same no matter where you go.
Why is that?
|This is what happens when Grandma buys special treats for breakfast |
Being a grandmother gives you license to forget that Halloween decorated do-nuts are not good for you or on you.
The frosting stained.
|A group of Annas hummingbirds visited the valley the last week of September. They aren't supposed to be here. Ever! |
This photo and my last sighting was October 1.
Here is elGee, the cat. (And Lucky, the mouse)
I swear that cat is color blind. The mouse got away.
In the last two days we've had 8 others, however, that met their maker. They were in MY KITCHEN!
(I hope it wasn't Bianca or Bernard.)
Speaking of heroes . . . .
| ||Another photo of |
The Super Siblings from California, who picked out names to match their alter egos.
I only remember the moniker chosen for the 2 year old.
Every little boy needs an older sister and dress-up clothes.
Yesterday, while maneuvering to my car in the grocery parking lot, I was nearly run over.
When the car suddenly backed towards me I froze. In the same instant, my mind saw the bold headlines in the local newspaper.
La La-year old woman smashed with her bananas.
That gave me the boost of energy needed to move it. None of their $!%# business how old I am.
I pulled out the carpet shampoo-er and did some overdue cleaning this week. It spit out quite a few hair balls.
This confirms that my regular vacuum cleaner is on it's last legs. I knew it wasn't picking up things from the floor as it should. But I had no idea it wasn't dealing with the cat hair. That sucks! Well, it doesn't suck. But it really does suck. ( Oh heck... you know what I mean!)
Mr. Heron also scared the livin daylights out of the cat. Look at her. What a weenie.
We're gearing up for winter here. The Farmer's Almanac predicts it will be cool, with average precipitation. I can handle that.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Bad haircuts were a fact of life growing up. In fact, those home cut tresses gave my brother plenty of ammunition for teasing me and another sister.
Mama didn’t use her dishes when she gave haircuts, and for that fact we were most thankful. We were quite horrified by the bowl cuts worn by some school chums.
I don’t know if it was a borrowed phrase, or if my brother just came up with the taunt of his own accord.
T-Bangs. Nanner, nanner, nanner!
It seems quite innocuous by today’s standards - but it was enough to keep us whining to our mother. She was eventually overwhelmed by our complaints and locked herself in the bathroom to cry.
In spite of those memories, the very worst haircut of my life occurred the day before WR’s 10th high school class reunion.
My male stylist had been doing a fairly consistent trim – except that he was leaving too much length on top. I wanted to have a little more bounce up there.
I may have badgered him about it.
Looking back, I really wish that he’d have taken my mother’s cue, and just locked himself in the bathroom.
Instead, he pretty much gave me a crew-cut.
I’m lucky there is no photo. He’s lucky there is no photo, as the one that comes to mind would be my mug shot after the discovery of his battered body.
I suspect, however, a juror of my peers would have found me not guilty.
Sandy, at Myanderings, is hosting Fun Monday today! Of course, you guessed - the topic is bad haircuts. Run (but not with your scissors) on over there and join in the fun!
Monday, October 12, 2009
To satisfy her curiosity, I quickly grabbed six of the first eight gadgets that came to mind. (Everyone knows that cameras and cellphones are the obvious choice.)
Can you guess what all of these are?
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Four-month old Granddaughters.
Perfect toys. Play with them - then give them back to their mommies.
Two-year old Grandsons.
There should be a Leash Law!
Four-year old Grandsons.
Seven-year old granddaughters.
Almost 13-year old granddaughters.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Grandma Loves You More Than a Poo Poo Platter from pamela on Vimeo.
She's four months old today and made a long trip from central California to see Grandpa and Grandma.
This is our youngest, Smurf Ellie.
What is it about a sweet baby that turns me into a monkey.