This offering doesn’t require a title; the photo doesn’t need a preface. The image makes me snicker when I look at it. Every. Single. Time.
My Dharma will eat ANYTHING and EVERYTHING and sometimes, bad things happen when she does. I was awakened this morning to the sound of a puking dog. Yay me!
When I was still in elementary school, my cousin and I spent the weekend with my great aunt, Kak. This much anticipated mini vacation included a trip to the Indiana State Fair. Before bed, I ate about two pounds of potato salad and was soooo very sick the next morning I thought I would die. I still remember the experience almost 50 years later and stay away from mustard potato salad.
Not Dharma! She will eat the nastiest crap (and sometimes it is crap she’s eating!) only to regurgitate it and go right back for more.
That right there is Wormie Worm. Colette made the little dude a house. When she took him from his home for a walk, he fell off her finger and right into a crack where he could not be recovered. Sometimes, bad things happen to worms too.
Not QUITE eight, but we celebrated Colette’s birthday today anyway with a cookout at her house. Princess cupcakes and lots of presents to open…
From the look on her face in the photos, I’m pretty sure she liked her Sponge Bob light better than her new ride. She did like the bell on the handlebars, but has yet to learn to ride without training wheels.
I should’ve taken a video of Ben running alongside her (on this humid, 90 degree sunny day) — but we were too busy sharing stories about our first bicycle experiences. Perry bragged that by 8, he was ramping dirt mounds. I mentioned that I never had anyone helping me learn how to balance — and I never had a cool pink helmet, knee and elbow guards or gloves for protection.
Mom had the best story. She paid for her first bike when she was in the 5th grade and was short 37 cents that her Dad fronted her upon purchase. She had to pedal him around town for payment. And get this… she STILL knows the serial number of that bike — and I don’t even know what my first one looked like or what color it was.
Happy early birthday to Colette — eight is GREAT!
Colette’s last day of school was today and she wanted to spend the night at Nana’s. Yay! With her big birthday bash coming this weekend, I ran in the house to hide gifts before she was allowed to walk in the door.
I grabbed these LED slingshot helicopter things while shopping this week just because they were on a cool display and I thought they would make another package for her to open — but I’m weak and we opened them this evening. These things are AMAZING!
We were outside after 9:30 PM shooting them and watching them spin to the ground. Not one went on the roof or got stuck in the tree because we are expert slingshot operators. (I did forget to turn the light on once and had to search for it for at least 5 minutes.)
Growing up, Mom always had “the new set of rules” that came into play on the last day of school. Bed at a certain time and out of bed in the mornings at another. While more relaxed than our school schedule, we didn’t just get to just go to bed whenever we wanted — except when we went to Nanny’s house. Now that I’m the Nanny, I get to break the parental rules.
Colette rolled into bed around midnight and told me she’d had the best night of her whole life. 🙂 Sure do love this Nana gig.
Started off my day posting a photo of Mom on FB with Happy Mothers Day wishes. (Nearing the end of the evening, it had over 75 like/love notices and even more comments.) She sure is popular!
Next, we headed outside so Perry could pick up where I left off yesterday with outside work, and my favorite son and granddaughter showed up with gifts. Yay! The first comment wasn’t, “Happy Mothers Day!” No! It was, “Perry, your legs look like Dracula!” (In all honesty, they were so white they DID look like they could belong to the Count.)
Shopping for the perfect Mothers Day gift, they stopped at Wal-mart where Colette got a toy, and then hit Home Depot to purchase flowers, a watering can and pot. Colette picked pink flowers and a light blue pot because together they would look like cotton candy. Busy opening the toy she picked out at Wal-mart — a Smooshy Mushy — she took the paper included in the packaging and handed it to me. She apologized for tearing it and offered it up as a wonderful gift because I’m her Nana.
Yes. I kept it. Yes, I know she gave it to me because it’s a worthless piece of junk paper she tore and didn’t want. I pretended I didn’t know the difference… just like I pretended the surprise in the container was a bunny with a carrot — when it fact it was a hamster with a mango. I know this because I’m the gatekeeper of the torn paper.
If you’re a mother — I hope your gifts were equally as awesome. If you have a mother (or grandmother), I hope their treats from you were amazing.
Last night was the first time my granddaughter has slept here on a school night. Although she has her own room at Nana’s, sleeping in her bed at her house and sticking to a school routine through the week is the norm. But yesterday, she and Piggy spent the afternoon and night with Nana. Yay! Piggy made a new friend and was in bed right on time…
Colette, on the other hand, piddled her way through her bath and brushed her teeth for at least 10 minutes. Still, I stuck to her assigned bedtime (which is difficult for a g’ma), and she got up this morning without complaint to puppy kisses.
I was pulled back in time when Ben was her age and I was up getting him ready for school. Breakfast at home was the routine back then — now, breakfast is served at school for those who want to eat there. I don’t know what they serve, but Colette was concerned she would make it on time to eat at school. She bossed me all the way there… asking at least 3 times if I knew how to get there. “Yes… I found it when I picked you up yesterday, didn’t I?”
This grandma gig is the best, you guys!
Yesterday, the family and I headed north and one of the stops we made was Red Lobster to reward Colette for doing well in school. I’m known for asking for a box for leftovers and then forgetting them on the table — but I’ve NEVER left my phone. Until yesterday…
I noticed I didn’t have it shortly after leaving the parking lot and it was a quick trip back, but sheesh! Oh… and this happened AFTER Ben made fun of me for waiting on a window (not a door) to open for my exit at Target.
In my defense, I was putting money back in my wallet inside my purse while some old dude winked at me and motioned I could walk in front of him (so I did, and ended up standing in front of a non-opening full glass window panel about 2 steps from the opening part of the doors).
The old gray mare ain’t what she used to be… but she’s still always up for an adventure!
Inspiration is a fabulous thing, but I’m saturated with it right now. Carl is finally wearing the Fitbit watch we got him for Christmas and I’m having this love/hate relationship with my treadmill trying to keep up. It was bad enough competing with my brother and Perry — but now Carl is in the mix. And he walks… a lot.
And Ben is adding to the inspiration overload as he’s working on his house…
He has so many ideas and plans and as he shares them — and I see the progress he’s making — I’m primed to spend a ton of money on stuff I don’t want or need. And… I want to PAINT! But I can’t paint because I have to walk on the freaking treadmill 24/7 to stay Fitbit competitive.
There’s just too much inspiration around here! 🙂
They say you’re supposed to embrace each birthday as a gift. While I’m happy to be alive and I am grateful, I would prefer to just move right along instead of putting that growing number above my head. Except the getting gifts part. I like that. 🙂
My favorite son arrived with a Starbucks drink and a house item I’d been looking at but hadn’t yet pulled the trigger to purchase. This gorgeous rug that I wasn’t sure would match is now in my living room and it matches just fine. I do need new pillows for the sofa now but I can get those with one of the gift cards I received. Win!
And… the dogs got their monthly BarkBox shipment so they had a gift on my birthday too! Just like when I was a kid and Scott also got a present on March 17th (and I got one on November 4th for his special day). Crazy Siri had a really hard time getting the concept as I was trying my hardest to tell Perry about their good fortune.
Dinner at the restaurant of my choice — that really wasn’t my 1st choice. Red Lobster is Colette’s 1st choice and although it was my birthday, it’s still ALL about her. That’s why there’s this awful photo of us winking.
Must love photos of the inside of a person’s nose holes with so much light in the background it looks like chunks of hair are totally missing. Did I mention Colette sang, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to“ the entire day? (No green St. Paddy’s Day beer included.)
I spent the biggest part of my Sunday getting all my tax stuff together to take to the accountant. People, the mere mention of “IRS” and my palms instantly sweat and my heart races. The government bleeds me dry.
I see people getting back these large tax checks — bragging about “paying their taxes” while getting back more than they pay in — while I look at my payroll checks and want to sob. I haven’t come close to sniffing a tax RETURN in 40 years! I also see people getting government assistance (MY tax dollars) talking on new iPhones when my frugal self won’t spend for an upgrade. I’m pretty sure I’d be better off selling everything I own (I would bury any proceeds in a coffee can in the yard of my run-down blue house trailer I would rent from someone that loves paying taxes) and just let my government take care of me.
No sense worrying over something I can’t change. The bottom line my accountant will spring on me — after charging me for a required (in my case) service just so I can give my government more money than one person should have to pay — will not change no matter how much I fret about it.
I’ve found the one thing that helps me to forget about all the world’s problems… even for a short time… is FOOD with those I love most. Belly up!
Colette: Nana, would you put jelly on my roll?
Ben: You’re a big girl. You don’t need Nana to put jelly on your roll. You can do it!
Me Thinking: Ben’s parenting skills are much better than mine ever were.
A big blob of jelly rolls off the spoon and splats on the table.
Colette: See what happens when you have a child do the job of an adult? 🙂
When kids have play dates it helps teach them how to interact with friends outside of school, cooperate and collaborate together, and to agree on things they like to do.
I don’t need to learn how to do all the those things, but I’m still looking forward to a playdate this week with Jerilyn. I can’t wait to see her new digs now that she’s moved in!
Because she now has a new place, I have decorating fever. I either want a new house — or want to completely redo everything here. Yesterday, I watched 3 episodes of Fixer Upper and ordered a few items from Magnolia Market. Today, I’m thinking about new flooring for my office. ACK!
Her move and new life adventure is turning out to be expensive for me — but I’m hoping our play date will motivate me even more to spruce things up around here. At least paint is cheap — right?
I thought it was cute that Colette wanted me to be scared as she played a piano solo. But what I liked most of all was how she was holding hands with her Dad. Sure do love these two.
It’s a fact that there are people in this world that live for social media. (I notice it more on Facebook because I’m simply not a Twitter person.) To some, if something isn’t shared, it didn’t really happen. Just because I didn’t share the photo below on Facebook, is the ice-cream Coco’s eating real? Was she even at the festival where the ice-cream was served? Of course, that pink building isn’t in my yard and that ice-cream was amazing even if it didn’t make an appearance on social media.
And then, there are others that believe everything they read online… like Scott and King James co-authored the Holy Bible. You know they say if it’s on the Internet it must be true!
I still walk on the treadmill every single day. I don’t like it one bit better than I did when I started a few years ago, but still, I do it. The only difference is… now… I have to wait my turn.
Not sure if it’s because it’s hot outside or if the treadmill is “fun” for those MUCH younger than me — but Coco thinks it’s awesome to walk while not moving forward. 🙂
Yesterday, Coco was outside riding her Ziggle under a sunny sky. It was over 80 degrees.
This evening it got pretty scary around here. Tornado warnings… sirens going off in town… dark skies and wind… and then the temperature dropped almost 20 degrees.
Neither the electric nor the Internet went out and it all lasted about 15 minutes. Storms predicted for tonight but nothing severe in the forecast. Hope the puppies let me sleep. 🙂
The whole “post a photo every day on your blog” challenge is over. I’m a loser because I missed 2 weeks in March.
I’m FREE! I may post every day and I may post once a week or so but I no longer feel obligated to post here every single day.
Sometimes failure can feel like freedom.
If I was 6 and had an Easter basket, this could be me… running with my hair blowing and not a care in the world. 🙂
Facebook is still filled with political posts from those who support Trump and those who think he is worthless. I see so many Trump haters sharing fake news over and over again. I’m so sick of it. Trump is in and Hillary is done. No matter who you supported in the election, it is over.
If the Democrats want to dominate in the next presidential election, they probably need to focus on something other than nagging. Not sure who said it… but I know you’ve heard it before… and it could apply here:
You can’t build yourself up by tearing others down.
Think happy thoughts!
Colette climbed in Gracie’s bed talking non-stop (like always). She was telling an elaborate tale embellished with tiny baby puppy cuteness about how she remembered when Gracie was first born.
Not exactly the story I remember… Gracie was a rescue. The vet guessed her to be around 2 years-old when we brought her home — and that was before Coco was born.