The end of the week and I’m so far behind I will probably meet myself coming and going! I’ve hardly seen the inside of my apartment this week but I’m sure the chores will be here waiting with outstretched nagging looks.
Staying with Little Bit pretty much takes up three of five week days and I have standing engagements on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that leaves little time for anything else.
I know it will be easier on the old bod when school is out but I confess I will miss seeing her as often as I do now. From asking if I know what the most dangerous dinosaur is to popping in with two stuffed frogs under her shirt and saying she has two baby frogs in her tummy and “they are about to hatch,” you never know what is coming next.
I wonder what the neighbors think about her “fetching” Milk Bones?
Friday, April 30, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Odds and Ends
My cousin, who was adopted immediately after birth, has discovered who her birth mother was after nearly 53 years. She was naturally curious anyway but having been recently diagnosed with a rare type of cancer, and this seemed to lend more urgency to her quest. It's great that she has some answers at last. I know what it means to have questions about your lineage that are never answered.
On the lighter side, Little Bit has been at it as usual. I think this kid must be 3 going on 33 at times! She informed me she needed a "ginanormous" flashlight in order to tell me some stories she made up. After finding one that met her requirements, she proceeded to make up several tales with Tinker Bell as heroine/victim in each one. One sentence included her saying the villian "vowed to make something terrible happen."
All this story telling preceded three rounds of "ballet" that consisted of her running around a king-sized bed, dressed in assorted costumes, while singing an mélange of Christmas carols mixed with one Rubber Ducky tune. All this in just one afternoon!
I played bridge very badly on Thursday evening but managed to win first place. Go figure!
This is only a partial description of the past few days. I've been much too busy to keep notes but if anything interesting comes back, I will share it later.
On the lighter side, Little Bit has been at it as usual. I think this kid must be 3 going on 33 at times! She informed me she needed a "ginanormous" flashlight in order to tell me some stories she made up. After finding one that met her requirements, she proceeded to make up several tales with Tinker Bell as heroine/victim in each one. One sentence included her saying the villian "vowed to make something terrible happen."
All this story telling preceded three rounds of "ballet" that consisted of her running around a king-sized bed, dressed in assorted costumes, while singing an mélange of Christmas carols mixed with one Rubber Ducky tune. All this in just one afternoon!
I played bridge very badly on Thursday evening but managed to win first place. Go figure!
This is only a partial description of the past few days. I've been much too busy to keep notes but if anything interesting comes back, I will share it later.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Finally!
I got my car back from the body shop today after 25 days. Finally! Methinks some people were dragging their feet. The adjuster blames the appraiser but he forwarded one of her emails to me that shows she had not gotten the paperwork to him in a timely manner on at least one occasion. Since I know of her fibbing to me on at least one occasion (with more suspected), I am more inclined to side with the adjuster on this.
I am definitely getting too old for this much aggravation. Wonder if I could have a stress on-off switch installed? Couldn't cost more than the $700 + I had to fork over for car rental, plus the $250 deductible. Ouch!
I am definitely getting too old for this much aggravation. Wonder if I could have a stress on-off switch installed? Couldn't cost more than the $700 + I had to fork over for car rental, plus the $250 deductible. Ouch!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Still no car!
It's been three weeks since my wreck and my car is still not ready. Argh! The rental is okay but I prefer my own. I've had the repair check in hand for two weeks. At this rate, it may be obsolete by the time I give it to the body shop.
Recalling the accident made me remember a funny "reaction." It bordered on the absurd except to the person who did it.
The other party in the wreck was an attractive, trim late fortyish lady. And she was really a classy lady. You know, one of those people who comes from old money and has real class, not the affected kind that frequently comes with new money. She was very concerned about me, not about the cars at all.
The funny thing came when a guy, probably late 50s (or more) stopped and rushed over to her gushing and carrying on like a flustered schoolboy. (If he was trying to make Brownie points with her, it did not work!) After a few minutes, he turned to me and snapped abruptly, "You need to move your car!"
This old lady smiled sweetly and said, "I can't. I tried," with emphasis on the tried. I guess he thought about how it looked and asked if I would like him to move it. I just tossed him the keys and said, "If you like." He did get it moved but he really had to wrestle with that heavily damaged suspension. It was like the car weighed two tons and had no power steering. Of course, I did the southern thing and thanked him so sweetly butter wouldn't have melted in my mouth.
As for him, I wish he knew how ridiculous he looked. With that bad rug, all he had going for him was the cute little dog that kept trying to climb out of his open vehicle window while he was fawning over the lady!
Recalling the accident made me remember a funny "reaction." It bordered on the absurd except to the person who did it.
The other party in the wreck was an attractive, trim late fortyish lady. And she was really a classy lady. You know, one of those people who comes from old money and has real class, not the affected kind that frequently comes with new money. She was very concerned about me, not about the cars at all.
The funny thing came when a guy, probably late 50s (or more) stopped and rushed over to her gushing and carrying on like a flustered schoolboy. (If he was trying to make Brownie points with her, it did not work!) After a few minutes, he turned to me and snapped abruptly, "You need to move your car!"
This old lady smiled sweetly and said, "I can't. I tried," with emphasis on the tried. I guess he thought about how it looked and asked if I would like him to move it. I just tossed him the keys and said, "If you like." He did get it moved but he really had to wrestle with that heavily damaged suspension. It was like the car weighed two tons and had no power steering. Of course, I did the southern thing and thanked him so sweetly butter wouldn't have melted in my mouth.
As for him, I wish he knew how ridiculous he looked. With that bad rug, all he had going for him was the cute little dog that kept trying to climb out of his open vehicle window while he was fawning over the lady!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Our menu
I forgot to mention in the other food post that we did the Waffle House thing last night, a "sweet" experience I'm not anxious to repeat soon. I had no idea such a tiny little bit of syrup could go so far!
Papa John’s has come and gone today. Maybe I will get the pizza sauce and cheese out of Little Bit’s hair and the end of her nose, off her hands, face, and other body parts as well as the table and chair where she sat in time to have leftovers for dinner. Maybe I should just let Bear (their dog) lick her clean. He really wants to so very badly!
Papa John’s has come and gone today. Maybe I will get the pizza sauce and cheese out of Little Bit’s hair and the end of her nose, off her hands, face, and other body parts as well as the table and chair where she sat in time to have leftovers for dinner. Maybe I should just let Bear (their dog) lick her clean. He really wants to so very badly!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Should be interesting?
I'm in the country with two very energetic granddaughters while their Mom and Dad go to Louisiana for their great-grandfather's funeral. Mom will be back early tomorrow evening so I should be able to survive until then. Maybe.
My afternoon so far: Watching Curious George and Barbie Christmas DVDs. Roo stroking a dead caterpillar, talking to it sweetly and apologizing to it because she left it in a bag all alone. (It turned out not to be dead!) Little Bit, letting it crawl all over her arms, getting a little upset because I wouldn't (a) let her put it in my car or (b) let her bring it in the house. (Are these really MY granddaughters?)
Experienced a mini-battle with Little Bit because I wouldn't let her go outside with a pair of panties on her head!
Telling a chubby, really bossy child from the neighborhood she would have to go home if they made Little Bit cry again. I haven't done that in a while but appparently I have not lost the knack since there's been no trouble in paradise since then.
Wonder what the next 24 hours will bring?
My afternoon so far: Watching Curious George and Barbie Christmas DVDs. Roo stroking a dead caterpillar, talking to it sweetly and apologizing to it because she left it in a bag all alone. (It turned out not to be dead!) Little Bit, letting it crawl all over her arms, getting a little upset because I wouldn't (a) let her put it in my car or (b) let her bring it in the house. (Are these really MY granddaughters?)
Experienced a mini-battle with Little Bit because I wouldn't let her go outside with a pair of panties on her head!
Telling a chubby, really bossy child from the neighborhood she would have to go home if they made Little Bit cry again. I haven't done that in a while but appparently I have not lost the knack since there's been no trouble in paradise since then.
Wonder what the next 24 hours will bring?
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Death or taxes?
A wise person once remarked that there is nothing certain but death and taxes. I think perhaps by the time many of us finish rounding up stuff we were absolutely sure we wouldn't need, all the other "stuff" required, and actually filing the darn forms, death may be preferable. And you only have to do it once!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Gotta laugh some days
Some days you laugh to keep from crying. I don't eat a lot of fast food but when I do, I try to avoid drive through windows like the plague.
But it was raining yesterday so I did the dreaded drive through thing and while I realize this could have happened inside just as easily, it seems to be worse when you're not looking at the person with whom you are dealing. Inside, you do have a shot at getting a cashier who looks as though s/he at least graduated eighth grade!
Me: I'd like a small double burger with just catsup and mustard.
Wendy's Guy: We don't have a small double burger.
Me: You don't have a junior double hamburger? That's what I usually get.
WG: No, we only have regular double burgers.
Me: Okay, give me a junior burger with catsup and mustard.
WG: Do you want cheese with that?
Me, more than a little exasperated: NO, just catsup and mustard, please!
WG: We have a double stack. That's two little burgers on a bun.
Me: That will be fine. Just give me that.
WG: What do you want on it?
I really wanted to say, "Guess!" but there's no way he would have caught the sarcasm and there's no telling what I would have wound up with in my food bag! All I can say is that it's a good thing the doctor told me to rest my voice as much as possible to keep from losing it all together!
But it was raining yesterday so I did the dreaded drive through thing and while I realize this could have happened inside just as easily, it seems to be worse when you're not looking at the person with whom you are dealing. Inside, you do have a shot at getting a cashier who looks as though s/he at least graduated eighth grade!
Me: I'd like a small double burger with just catsup and mustard.
Wendy's Guy: We don't have a small double burger.
Me: You don't have a junior double hamburger? That's what I usually get.
WG: No, we only have regular double burgers.
Me: Okay, give me a junior burger with catsup and mustard.
WG: Do you want cheese with that?
Me, more than a little exasperated: NO, just catsup and mustard, please!
WG: We have a double stack. That's two little burgers on a bun.
Me: That will be fine. Just give me that.
WG: What do you want on it?
I really wanted to say, "Guess!" but there's no way he would have caught the sarcasm and there's no telling what I would have wound up with in my food bag! All I can say is that it's a good thing the doctor told me to rest my voice as much as possible to keep from losing it all together!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Still here
I'm still among the living but don't feel much like it yet. My annual pollen-induced bronchitis jumped on me with both feet this year. With 120 being a high pollen count, it stands to reason that a 3,000+ like today would have a more adverse effect!
Maybe in a day or so I will be back to normal (whatever that is) and get creative enough to write something interesting again! TS is out for holidays this week and I'm pretty sure two little girls are keepi ng her very busy!
Maybe in a day or so I will be back to normal (whatever that is) and get creative enough to write something interesting again! TS is out for holidays this week and I'm pretty sure two little girls are keepi ng her very busy!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Everybody's a Tattletale!
Morning after Easter observation from Little Bit:
"We need to be really really good 'cause Jesus and God and Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are watching us....well, maybe not the Easter Bunny 'cause he's still really tired from yesterday, but the others will tell him what we've been doing when he wakes up."
"We need to be really really good 'cause Jesus and God and Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are watching us....well, maybe not the Easter Bunny 'cause he's still really tired from yesterday, but the others will tell him what we've been doing when he wakes up."
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