remembering nanny on her birthday… yesterday

remembering nanny on her birthday… yesterday

Yesterday was my Nanny’s birthday. (1/27/11 — 8/26/09)

My sweet Nanny and me.

She was a better homemaker than anyone I know.

Nanny could sew… she made suits for my favorite brother when he was young and made dresses for me (with matching slings for broken arms). She made extraordinary quilts. My Nanny made clothes for my Barbie dolls — teeny tiny outfits that were better than the ones you could purchase at the store.

Nanny could bake… she made amazing cobblers and pies and the best peanut butter cookies ever. She grew rhubarb in her garden and made that nasty stuff into pies, as well. Not once did she have to build a wall around any of her food to keep dogs from eating it off a counter.

cookies protected from Merida

I’m grateful for her wonderful influence in my life.

She loved her home and her family — especially my son, Ben. I sure do miss her. ❤️

“It’s a poor ole’ hen that can’t scratch for one little chicken.”

–Nanny

Now you know: About 20% of all classified mammal species can fly, because there’s over 1,200 species of bats.


my team is wishing we’d hurry up

my team is wishing we’d hurry up

My A-team, Dharma and Merida, are wanting the office back in the correct room ASAP. It’s simply not “normal” to spend most of your time in the dining room — looking into the kitchen — without food being prepared or eaten.

I’m over it too!

It’s hard enough to work with only one computer in front of me (I only hooked up the essentials). Add to my discomfort the lack of anyplace for my feet, and it’s almost torture. 😉

The photo below was taken UNDER my desk…

Today is my favorite and MUCH OLDER brother’s birthday!

I hope it was happy… even though he ate dinner at St. Elmo’s and didn’t invite me. 🙄

Now you know: An unplugged microwave carries enough residual current to kill you, even if it’s been unplugged for months. So never try to repair a broken microwave unless you know how to discharge the capacitor.


happy birthday mr. pesky!

happy birthday mr. pesky!

One of the Pesky neighbors had a birthday today so a celebration was in order. Thing is… he’s on a diabetic diet and I’m not eating sweets either. No way could I have the standard birthday cake and ice cream. On the other hand, it’s not a birthday if you don’t have a candle to blow out so you can make a wish.

Betcha never seen this before…

A birthday pickle. 🙄

Today I Learned: The most dangerous animal in Australia is… horses! 7.7 deaths a year — followed by cows then dogs


happy birthday to my momma

happy birthday to my momma

Today was my Momma’s birthday. If you’re expecting photos of the celebration sorry to disappoint. KFC (a favorite of hers), and cake with a lone candle was hand delivered but I doubt she ate much of it. She’s still struggling with the stomach virus. 🙁

If I remember correctly, I was down 3 or 4 days with it and felt ugly for a week or so. Hard to remember now but at the time it felt like forever. I’m sure it does for her too. Hard to celebrate when you’re sick, but I’m sure she was thrilled to have another trip around the sun in the books.

I wished her a happy birthday on Facebook and it’s already had several comments. So many that it will take awhile for me to read them all to her since she doesn’t have — or want — FB. It’s always fun… she typically has a story with every name.

I can’t make up my mind if I’d rather be hot or cold!

It’s too hot inside without the A/C and it’s too cold with it on. It barely hit 70 degrees today and rained the better part of it. Dharma loves it to rain… she’s the water dog. Merida was inside keeping dry.

The downstairs A/C units are still waiting on a repair (or a replacement if the parts don’t make it in). One of their “I’m broke” symptoms is that they don’t recognize the temp. They are full blast or nothing at all. Two days until it’s officially summer and Mother Nature is obviously hanging on to spring. Like me, she doesn’t know if she wants it to be hot or cold either. 🙄


ah… the teenage years…

ah… the teenage years…

My favorite granddaughter turned 13 years-old on the 4th. We celebrated her birthday today because she chose to go to a movie with friends when we planned the celebration the first time around. Sadly, that’s going to be the norm from here on out.

Colette turns 13.

She inherited the other thing that’s standard from her Dad and it’s…

MAKING A FACE AT THE CAMERA EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Ben hates posed smiling photos. He always has to do something out of the norm for a “normal” photo. Just a few examples: not looking at the camera, not smiling, and putting his hand on his daughter’s head.

mugging for the camera

Coco has it down to a science. I guess someday we’ll look back on all the crazy photos we’ve collected as memories over the years and laugh. When people say that time flies and wonder where the time went? I’m thinking that exact same thing.

TIL (Today I Learned): In 1998, a preservation group began restoring Ben Franklin’s residence in London. During their rehabilitation work, they discovered a secret, windowless room under his garden containing the remains of 15 people.