I take great delight in laughing at my Grandma anytime she says or does something absolutely goofy, which is more often than not. Some days I even think to myself, "I will never do that". But when it all comes down to it, I don't think I will have much control over that thing called Old Age. My only hope is that my children will see how much we go visit Grandma and they will do the same for me.
Today, we rode our bikes for a quick visit. I tell you, there is nothing more wonderful than to hear a 93 year old woman giggling like a 5 year old just out of sheer delight in seeing her great grandchildren.
I laugh every time because she has the exact same conversation, every s.i.n.g.l.e time. It goes something like this,
Grandma: Now, who are you? What's your name?
Child: states name, age.
Grandma:(laughing) You are taller than me, I will have to put a brick on your head to keep you from growing. (moves on to next child, repeat conversation )
I'm sure my children think she doesn't care because she literally can't remember their name from the beginning of our visit to the end. But every time I hear that giggle, I know the trek to Grandma's house was all worth it.
Who couldn't be happy with a mustache like that?? Mr T came home from school with a black marker and a little tiny mustache. I didn't say too much figuring he had lost focus for just a few moments in class and painted on a mustache. As a side note, it probably didn't help that his older brother had done the exact same thing the previous day. I can be certain if the older brother does it, the younger one is going to follow very soon after.
Anyway, back to the story. I should have gotten a clue when I noticed the black marker came home with him. Soon after his arrival home, he headed to the bathroom for a few minutes to come out with his "happy" mustache, as he called it.
The picture doesn't give his artwork justice. Unfortunately, I didn't take the picture until after he had been outside sweating and the marker was smeared all over his upper lip. It really was a happy mustache. Every time I would look at him he was "happy", it really was quite pleasant!!!
I've decided from now on, anytime I'm in a bad mood I'll paint one of those on and all my troubles will have no choice but to leave. At least that's what Mr T said.
It's not when you turn 36, nope. It's not when you no longer have a desire to take your clothes off, nope. It's not when you no longer want to run around in your underpants, nope. It's not when you no longer have a desire to jump into an outdoor spring, nope. It's when you do all of the above and the outside temperature is 55 DEGREES!!!
Yeah, I'm old!!! BUT, my children are NOT!!
For spring break, we went to Nevada. We decided to go catch polywogs and minnows. We started out with our feet in, 5 mins. later our pants were off, 5 mins. later we were in our underpants, completely submerged, swimming around. Forget that we didn't bring a towel to wrap up in afterwards. All that mattered was we had a good time for 2 hours. The entire time I sat there wondering how on earth they could stand it. Oh well, one of these days I might have to jump in myself just to prove I'm not as old as you think! Don't worry, I will warn you if I'm only in my underpants.
My amazing neighbor made an April Fools Day meal for our family. She had meatloaf/potato cupcakes, rice krispie "meatloaf" and vanilla ice cream w/caramel"mashed potatoes". The kids really thought the cupcakes were going to be sweet and the "meatloaf" meaty!!
I'm grateful for good neighbors who help me not look so lame! One of these years I might get my act together and actually do something fun like that, but I'm not holding my breath.
I bought some skinny jeans yesterday. I never thought I would buy the tapered leg, it was so old school. I found some for $15. How can I pass up a deal like that, right??? After trying them on, I actually liked them, until tonight after my uplifting, "skinny" conversation w/my 11 y.o.
Mr C: You know your pants, they look like high waters.
Me: I know, that's the way it's supposed to look.
Mr C: Maybe you should wear some socks or something.
Me: I would look like a dork. (smiling)
Mr C: I hate to tell you this........don't take it like an insult...those pants make your bum look really big.
Note to self: the "skinny" part is just a marketing tool!!
I found out later that Mr C happened to mention to his Dad, earlier today, that I didn't look so "skinny" in my new skinny jeans. I guess, in Mr C and Miss P's words, Dad didn't think that was funny.All picture taking credit goes to Mr C!!
Note: He did not take any of the back end, he's protecting the family name.
Mr C earned his Arrow of Light and we are just a little happy about that!! You would never guess by my BIG toothy smile. :) He has worked hard over the last year and deserves every inch of it. Good Job Mr C!