Be Careful Little Ears What You Hear

My granddaughter has developed a keen interest in learning about her mommy's childhood. Some questions are sparked from mommy relating stories. Toots is checking to see if mommy's stories really happened. It won't be long before those questions could be used against mommy. God give me wisdom in my revelations.

I Want That

My granddaughter, Toots, is looking through store ads. Suddenly she says, "Mimi, I want this."
Me, "What is it?"
Toots: "I don't know but it is 30% off!"

Hold the...

A young friend of mine has not felt well this week. So he asked his momma for hi-C from a fast food place. When time to order he said he would have a happy meal with Hi-C, hold the food. Too funny.

Choir Cracker

Toots has loved going to the chiropractor with me. I love her pronunciation of it. Must say it is better than how some people pronounce it.

What's in a Name

We are all known by our names, and our names have significance in our family history. Our names do not usually tell our professions. But the following names I have come across reflect the professions of those people. While reading the newspaper the other day, I came across an article about pain and ways to cope. The main doctor quoted was Dr. Cope. At a weight loss clinic is a doctor named Dr. Ton. Our veterinarian was Dr. Fix. And a local high school teacher of German was none other than Ms. German. I would hate to think of the professions that would match some of the unusual names I know.

The Quiet Ones Go First

Toots, my granddaughter, and I were sitting in the parking lot waiting for a friend to be released from his football practice. We saw a group of girls streaming from the building, but not a guy. I commented that I did not see him yet. Toots quickly replied that they send out the quiet ones first.

Toots Reads

While riding in the car on Monday, Toots was reading from her many books we brought along for the journey. She did quite well, but struggled with a few words. At one point, I took the opportunity to teach Toots about a compound word made with hyphens. The word was hide-and-seek. She tried it and read it as "Heidi-and-seek." That becomes funny because her aunt is named Heidi.

Iphone Meets Lawn Mower

My hubby called me the other day with news. My stomach did a flip flop even before the words came out of his mouth. He ran over his iPhone with his super duper riding lawn mower, and the Otter Box did not protect it. LOL. When he first began looking, he borrowed a friend's phone to call his phone. No ring, no sound whatsoever. In fact, as he searched the lawn for the phone, he couldn't find even a piece. It wasn't until after searching much more that he began to find pieces of the expensive machine. We've had a few laughs, but only a few. Our grandson thinks we should let the Otter Box company know that its product did not protect the phone. I think we should give a plug to the mower that definitely cuts grass as well as anything else in its way.

Blame It on My Iphone

So I guess it has been a while since I have posted. Blame it on my new Iphone. I love it!! I can check facebook in the comfort of my loveseat. I can search the web for anything without sitting at the BIG computer. I just haven't ventured into my blog from my Iphone. I know it can be done, but you know me and technology. We aren't the best of friends. In fact, I don't think we should be in the same room because we don't get along. That being said, I love my Iphone. I do not have many apps installed. I'm sure I only use a tenth of it's potential. But then we only use a tenth of our brains. Guess I should learn to develop both of them. But not right now. You see, I'm going in the living room to watch tv. That will really develop my brain while I check in with my Iphone, my friend.

Crazy Clothes Week for Money

Our students were allowed to wear crazy clothes throughout the week as long as they donated money to a local cause. Monday was pajama day complete with robes and slippers. I overheard a young man say he got out of bed and came to school in his same jammies. There were some really cute pjs and slippers, although I refrained. (I was allowed to wear blue jeans all week for $5.) Tuesday was hat day. That was my least favorite because the students played with the hats all day long, on, off, on, off. They also traded hats which was not the best idea with those little critters running beneath the crown of hair. The hats provided a good lesson in etiquette when we said the pledge to the American flag--boys must remove hats. Wednesday was your favorite sports day. I'm surprised that the students paid money to wear something they are always allowed to wear every day. Guess they weren't thinking of that. Thursday was crazy shoe day, and were they ever crazy. Most wore shoes from different pairs. But one boy came in his mom's high-heeled black leather boots. What a hoot! He had even practiced at home to be sure he could wear them. Late in the day he told his teacher that no wonder she gets grouchy. It must be from the heels. LOL Finally on Friday they wore mismatched clothing. Reminded me of my junior high days when we didn't know any better. Some outfits were totally outrageous while others were kind of cute. I'm just hoping the idea does not catch-on. Next week should be a normal week, whatever normal is.

Favorite Granddaughter

I told my granddaughter that she was my favorite granddaughter. She laughed and said, "Well, that's because I am your ONLY granddaughter."

Hey, Guy!

My granddaughter, Toots, and I were talking about the passing of a dear friend. She began reminiscing about her great-grandpa, Papa Guy. She said some touching things then abruptly said, "But I don't understand why people stuck guy after Papa!"

Politics and Crackers

I went to my first cracker barrel session today. Wasn't quite sure what to anticipate. Didn't see a barrel except around the waists of several older gentlemen. Heard a lot of banter, a lot of posturing, little truth. And I couldn't find any crackers any where.

My Server Is Up; Their's Is Down

So I wake up early this morning. Couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to get out of bed and update the computer testing results for my students. I try logging on only to find out that their server is down for service. Bummer. Now I am too awake to go back to bed. Tv, here I come.

Bring On the Christmas Music, Just Hold the Twelve Days

While driving to an appointment, I decided to switch from the Christian radio station to one that is playing Christmas music 24 hours daily. I almost turned the dial back when I heard the first one--I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. I wasn't anticipating such frivolity in the music, but, it fits the genre. And before my short trip ended, I heard the ever-present, always annoying Twelve Days of Christmas. It was a rather ornate version with many liberties taken to change the style. I wondered how many different artists have recorded the song and in how many different styles of music. Then I was horror-struck with the fear that maybe the station would play all of them back to back to back. Oh, Christmas Hurry Fast.

Fall Back an Hour Means Go to Bed an Hour Earlier

Ok, I know we are suppose to fall back an hour. But how do you train your body to fall back one hour? My body has this internal clock that keeps very good time. My body did not fall back one hour. My body got up very early today, because my body didn't change time. Where is that switch? How do I turn it back? If I don't find it soon, my body will be going to bed at 8:00 and arising at 3:00.

And the Pain Continues

So, if you read my previous post, you can understand when I say I have pain. Yes, real pain. And it was inflicted by this tiny woman with great enthusiasm. Unfortunately, I have to return today to endure the same treatment. So, I'm thinking that it hurt the first time to have the underlying tissues scraped with a plastic instrument to break up adhesions. Well, today I'm entering the building with a very sore thigh to have it scraped again. I'm dreading the thought of the pain level. The therapist told me that athletes have this procedure done so they can get back to playing. Today I'm telling her that I have no sport to return to, and I don't get the big bucks to endure the pain!! She'll hurt me anyway.

Will They Light Up the Ground?

Toots, my granddaughter, is selling items for her school's fundraiser. One of the items is flower bulbs. Of course you don't say flower bulbs, just bulbs. When her mommy read off bulbs, Toots was excited. She asked if they really grew lights?!?! Too cute and just like Amelia Bedelia, the maid who takes everything literally. Toots will really enjoy that series of books. (Maybe that's how people get those lights along their sidewalks.)

Now What Should I Do?

I have nothing planned from now until the beginning of school. I don't do well without plans. There is always work to do such as cleaning house, pulling weeds, etc. But I don't want to do that. I also have homework to do, but I don't want to do that either. So, I need to be creative and come up with something useful and fun to do so I don't waste away. I need to make housework and homework fit into my useful and fun category. LOL

Need Motivated

I've got work to do today. But I am not motivated. Maybe when someone arrives to spend the day with me I will gain my motivation to work. She will probably require a list. So I better get ready.