At least I have a nice personality

I went to see my Granny again yesterday.  She seemed to be more alert, she was able to stay awake the entire almost 3 hours I was there.

Her vision is really bad and she had wanted to see a picture of the car I bought last month.  I  didn’t think she’d be able to see a photograph, so I took my laptop.  I thought for sure she’d be able to see the pictures on the screen.  She’d move her head around every which way trying to see.  I changed the angle of the screen.  I did everything…finally she said “Oh yeah, I see it now.”  But I could tell she couldn’t.

I tried to show her other pictures, thinking maybe the car picture was just too dark, but she couldn’t see any of them….

She still hasn’t been getting up and walking.  She told me that she wanted to walk but no one would help her.  She did say that they come down to get her for physical therapy  in the mornings, but it’s too cold.  She proceeded to tell me how “that therapy is hoot owl stuff.  Ten years ago, you’d never heard of therapy!”  I said “Well Granny, 10 years ago, you didn’t need therapy.” 

“Well true, but I still think it’s for the hoot owls.”

Hoots owls?

I went down and talked to the main nurse that was available and she told me that they ask her and she refuses to go….argh.  So I suggested that they ask her in the afternoons after she has woken and warmed up a bit.  Then I went back and told Granny that if they ask her to go in the mornings, not just to say “No“, but to ask if they’ll take her out in the afternoon instead.  She’s got to get out of that dang bed…

There’s a curtain between Granny and the lady she is sharing a room with.  The chair in Granny’s room was piled full of sheets and blankets (dirty?) so I sat on the edge of her bed by her hip the whole time.  I was looking around at the ceiling and for some reason she thought I was looking for the  bathroom…she says “If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s right there.” and pointed to the door across from the foot of her bed.   Then she proceeds to say “I sometimes use the potty chair” and points to the “potty chair” beside her bed. 

Bless her  heart, you can’t help but get a chuckle out of her.  So I said, “Well, I think I’ll use the potty chair too!” and I’ll be darned if the little old lady on the other side of the curtain didn’t start laughing.  She had been listening, oh well.  She’s a cute little thing too.  Her name is Betty.  She can get up and walk around really good, but she has throat cancer and she can’t talk very well. 

I hate it that my Granny has to share a room, but I’ve noticed that Betty seems to look out for my Grandma. 

Granny has said that if the nurses don’t come when she buzzes, Betty will buzz too until someone comes.  When I was there, Betty was out trying to find someone to bring them fresh water.

Granny was also tickled that my Aunt had been to visit her during the week.  Technically my Aunt is my “ex” Aunt.   She and my Uncle have been divorced probably 20  years and I think I’ve only seen her once in that time.  We don’t care though.  We love her just the same.  She’s just one of those people that you can’t help but like.  She’s so cute and sassy.  Granny was telling me how pretty her hair was.  She couldn’t believe she had gray hair (my Aunt is in her early 50’s) I pointed out that I have gray hair too (I’m 35).  Granny looks at me and very thoughtfully says “Yeah, but I don’t have gray hair do I?”  

Ummmmmm….

“Yeah Granny, you have gray hair.”

“Do I really?“

“Yes Grandma, you really do.”  She cracks me up.  Whatever drugs they’re giving her, I want some. 

In high school I was thin.  Very, very thin.  Then when I got married the first time, I blossomed into the full figured goddess that stands before you today.  Granny has always had little things to say about it.  I’ll also tell you that she’s the only one that can get away with it too.  If any one else said a single word, I’d knock their ass out (ie, wash my  hands of them and never speak to them again).

A long time ago, back when she was still driving, she said she seen a girl driving a car that had personalized plates that said “Christine” on the back (or a version of).  She and this young lady both ended up going to the same store.  Granny said when she got out she was surprised because not only was the girl’s name “Christine” like mine, but she “was a big girl too!”

Score 1 for Granny. 

Then not too long after me and my current husband got together, we had went down to visit her. 

We were on our way out and Hubbs stops to look at one of my Senior pictures that is up on the wall by the front door.  Mind you, I was very thin at the time….Granny says “Do you know who that is?” and Hubbs says “Yes, it’s Christine“ 

And do you know what my Granny said to him???  She says:

“She sure was beautiful.  You’ve never seen her like that have you?”

Score 1 for Granny.

My dear, sweet, chubby lovin’ husband turns around and says to her, “Well Grandma, I think she’s beautiful NOW.”

Ha!  Score 1o for Hubbs.

So back to now.  Granny and I are talking about me and Hubbs and she says, “He must really like you.”

I jokingly respond, “Yeah, but I don’t know why.”

So she sits there a bit, looking at me – like she’s thinking real hard about why he could possibly like me.

Finally she says…

Are you ready for this?

She says:  “Well you do have a nice personality.”

I have a nice personality. 

Great. 

Thanks Granny.

Score 1 for Granny.

 

There might be hope for him yet

The boys spend 6 weeks of the summer at their mothers, with the exception of coming home every other weekend.   This is their weekend with us.

As much as I complain about the Little One, there may be hope for the child. 

Hubbs always opens the car door for me and the Little One has caught on to this.  Several times when he has been with us, he’ll race ahead so he can open the door for me before his Daddy does.  Very sweet.  Quite the gentleman.

He also went through a phase where every time we’d come home from being out somewhere he’d take my hand and walk me to the door and say cute things like “Shall I show you to your room My Lady?”

He is also usually the first one to notice if I’ve gotten a haircut or if I’m wearing something new or “nicer” than I usually do.

Well today, I skipped out of work early because I thought it’d be fun if we went swimming.  I haven’t had my swimsuit on since our last vacation and I assumed it didn’t fit.  I stopped by Fashion Bug on the way home and found me a cute suit on SALE and a cool cover up.

I got ready in our bedroom and put on the cover up, zipped it up and went downstairs.  So no one really knew what was underneath and the boys certainly didn’t know I had bought a new suit.

When we got to the lake, and found our spot on the beach, I took off the cover up so Hubbs could put sunscreen on me and this dear boy (I say that now, but give me until he tears something up and I’ll call him something else) — anywho, this DEAR BOY looks at me and says:

“Wow Christine, that looks really nice.”

Can I get an “Ahhhhh!”?

Epiphany!

According to Dictionary.com one of the definitions of epiphany is:

a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience

That is what happened to me today.

I had an epiphany.

Flowers die if you don’t water them.

Ummmmm…..oops?

 

Lake Erie – 4th of July Part 3

When we left the Akron Zoo it was not yet 5 o’clock. 

I have a facination with Lake Erie…don’t know why.  To me it might as well be the Ocean.  We were only about 25 minutes away, so I wanted to go see the water.  Not being from the area, we really didn’t know where to go, so we looked at the map and found that almost straight up the freeway from where we were, was Cleveland Lakefront State Park.

State Park!  We figured we’ve had such good luck with the other State Parks we’ve visited, this one couldn’t be bad. 

We got up there without any problem, but Hubbs was paying too close attention to the TomTom and we missed the entrance.  Ok, so we’ll just go up here and turn around…  We ended up driving past what I can only describe as Lakefront “Estates”, multimillion dollar homes I’m sure.  Absolutely stunning properties.  We were going on through this gorgeous, “Mercy will you please buy me one of those houses?” neighborhoods and within a blink of an eye we were in the ghetto.

G-H-E-T-T-O

Ghetto!

Oh my Goooodness.  I don’t know if it was just like this because it was the 4th of July or if it’s like this all the time, but there was groups of scary looking individuals cavorting and looking at us like, “You people lost ain’t ya?”    The TomTom kept trying to get us back to our original destination so with each turn of a corner, I’d say “Oh My!” “Oh My!” every time I seen another individual who was more colorful and scarier than the last. 

The reasonable side of me was the part of me that was concerned.  The other part of me was laughing hysterically at the mess we had gotten ourselves into this time…Hubbs just kept shaking his head.  I said “I’m sorry Honey, I just wanted to see the Lake!” and laughed some more.

 We kept looking at each other like “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!“   

Finally we got back to the Park and pulled into the parking lot. 

I wasn’t real sure what we were doing, so I asked “Are we getting out?”

Hubb’s response?  “Hellllllllllll NO!“

This clearly was not a place we wanted to spend even a few minutes.  Hubbs parked near the Park Office and looked at the  map to see if there was any other beaches or parks that were big enough (and in theory, safe enough) for me to be able to get out and see the Stupid Lake.

I’d say about 15 miles east of there was Headlands Beach State Park.  We weren’t going to let this one bad experience shy us away.  The parking lot was nice, lots of trees, lots of shade.  Lots of families cooking out and playing games.  No scary people.  No cavorting (ie, selling crack).  We parked the car and had a quick picnic dinner then headed to the beach!

Much like the day we went to the John Bryan State Park, and ended up finding the Clifton Gorge State Nature Preserve - we were surprised when just off the parking lot we seen a sign that said:

Woo Hoo!  Dunes!  I immediately pictured “Sand Dunes” like you see in the movies that have desert scenes in them where someone is crawling along looking for water.  These weren’t like that.

We walked along a short trail and came out on:

Wait a darn minute!  Those aren’t Sand Dunes! 

But they are!  Looking out across them like this, they just look like grassy knolls.  But when you are looking straight down at your feet, it’s Sand.  Very soft, powdery sand.  It was very difficult to walk on.  I’ve only been to the Ocean twice and both times it was to Virginia Beach - and the last time was 13 years ago – so I don’t have a lot of experience in all this.  I find it very intriguing.  I’m used to Central Ohio beach sand which is like fine gravel.  This was so fine and soft!

There was signs saying not to walk on the Dunes to stay on the path. 

Apparently the grass that grows here is a rare type that typically is only found along the Atlantic Coast.  It was pretty neat.  It was “segmented” and very thick.

Getting closer to the beach!

The beach! (There was a swimming area several hundred yards to the west of us)

The Lake! 

There’s driftwood all over.  We found this piece.  Hubbs pointed it out to me.  I said “It looks like a giant femur.” and he agreed that his first thought was “Legbone”.  Now that I’ve taken the picture though, I’ve decided it looks more like a weiner.

I know.  Shake your head and think, “Lord what her mother must think!”   I love it when I can make my mom proud!

We kept walking East and there’s a Lighthouse ahead.

This was a beautiful place…..but. 

This a big butt just like mine.

But….there was some really disgusting things thrown out here.  Back at the dunes there was a pair of men’s underwear thrown in the grass.  

Nasty people. 

Nasty. 

How do you possibly lose your underwear???

A few hundred feet from where the underwear was, there was a condom wrapper.  Guess that’s how you lose your underwear…

 At three different places along this, I’d say 1/2 mile stretch of beach we walked on, there was tampon applicators.  Three!  Three!  Yes, I said THREE!!!  Three different kinds.  Three different colors.  So that means that there was at least three different women that did this.  What the hell???  What is wrong with you people???  That’s just disgusting.  Under what circumstances is it ok to leave this crap laying around like that???  You carried this stuff in, can’t you carry it right back out???  Why were they not in the restroom taking care of this business???

It’s stuff like this that really burns me up.  These jackasses live near this gorgeous resource – this beautiful lake – and that’s the way they treat it?  You don’t have any more pride in where you live than that??? Sick sick sick.  You ought to be ashamed.   Ashamed I say!!!

And finally the trail that leads back through the Dunes and to the parking lot:

Huh, what do you know?  That same cute little car we seen back at the Zoo is here too.  I’m gonna have to get me one of those!

 

 

Akron Zoo – 4th of July Part 2

Our train trip through the Cuyahoga Valley National Park was over shortly after 2 p.m. 

I knew I wasn’t ready for our day to be over so I threw a few options out to Hubbs to see if he was interested in doing anything else while we were in that area of our state.  We decided to go to the Akron Zoo.  Neither of us had ever been there before, so we were pretty excited.

We got there about 2:30 and saw that the Zoo closed at 5:00  We were a bit concerned we wouldn’t have enough time, but decided we’d make the best of the time we did have.

There wasn’t hardly any cars in the parking lot and we got to park in the very first space, woo hoo!  The first thing you see when you go into the Zoo is this statue.  I thought it was so pretty.

The Welcome Center was beautiful.  It looked brand new and everything was so bright and clean.  This is where you enter the Zoo and purchase your tickets.  I loved these flags hanging from the ceiling.

I’ll take you along with us through the Zoo.   The Zoo Map  will help guide us along.

One of the first things you see is this waterfall.

The Penguins:

Llama:

Alpaca:

Condors:

Jaguar:  This dude is a new Daddy, but his babies were not out today.

Capybara:

We were almost alone in the Zoo today.  It was wonderful.  Not a person in sight.

Though there was practically no people, this little guy was along the path to greet us.  He was visiting just like us.

Coati:

The next exhibit was the Otters.  I love Otters.  The little stinkers would not hold still for me to get a picture though.  The same thing happened to me when we went to the Newport Aquarium.  I’d focus in on one and when I’d take the picture, there’d just be an empty spot of water…argh.

Water Fowl (Black Swans and Mallards):

Bald Eagles:

Farmland Creatures:

 The Zoo supplies Pack Horses to carry your stuff for you.

Ok, ok, I admit that was just a sneaky way of me working in a photo of Hubb’s bum.

The garden area here was gorgeous:

Pony:

Then we come to Frontier Town, a children’s area.  The entrance to the Restaurant:

I really liked that sign.  Here is the entrance to and the play area:

 

There was a Gibbons exhibit at this end of the Zoo, but we somehow missed it.

The next exhibit was the Parrots and Armadillo exhibit (!!!) What in tarnation?  Does that seem like a reasonable combination to you?  Anywho…we didn’t see the Parrots and the ugly ol’ Armadillo was hiding and you could just barely see his tail so I didn’t bother taking his picture.

More empty path, still no one around but us.  This was great!

There’s an Aviary, but I’m afraid of birds in those things so we didn’t go in.  I’m not afraid of being “attacked”, I’m afraid of being crapped on.  They feed ‘em Sugar Water all day to make them like people and then they fly around squirting it like missiles and I don’t want any part of that!!!  Creeps me out.

There was a little guy there called a “Barking Deer”.  He was so tiny and cute.  Hubbs was munching on a bag of Sun Chips and he couldn’t keep his eyes off that bag.  He followed us as far as he could hoping to catch a snack.

Red Panda:

Next in line was the Bears.  I’m pretty sure this is where every visitor at the Zoo was hanging out.  One of the bears had some sort of “issue” and he was swinging his head back and forth.  They were cute, they had “tufty” ears.  I was wanting a video of the one that was upset, when a little tiff broke out.

Tiger!  What a handsome fella!

Lion:

Looks like the Tiger wasn’t the only sleepy head:

African Flamingos:

Komodo Dragon:

Galapagos Tortoises:  I love these guys!

Speed Racing Little ones:

Big ones!

Jelly Fish:

Sting Ray, this one’s for you Bub:

Fat Fish:

We’re all alone again:

Tahr:

Snow Leopard:

Macaw:

There was a Bat exhibit, but you can’t use flash, so I couldn’t get a photo of them.

Sika Deer, they were busy eating:

Chilean Flamingos.  These guys smelled incredibly bad….oh my it was foul.

Lemurs:

And this concludes our tour of the Akron Zoo.  I will say that though this is a small Zoo, it is a QUALITY Zoo.  Everything was really clean and seemed fresh and new.  The animals seemed healthy and happy.  The landscaping and exhibits were all lovely.  Another thing we noticed was it wasn’t full of gift shops and gimmicky food stands on every corner.  

Stopping here was a very good choice.

When we left, we saw this sassy car in the parking lot.  It’s sure gotta lot of Soul for a little car.

Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad – 4th of July Part 1

In 2006 we went  to Hershey, Pennsylvania and the surrounding areas on vacation.  It was an awesome trip.  While there we rode the Strasburg Railroad.  It was fun because we rode in the “open air” car.  If any of you watch Jon and Kate, there’s an episode where they rode the same train and went to the same Railroad Museum  as we did.  We loved riding the train so much, we’ve wanted to ride an Ohio train, The Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad ever since.

We finally decided to go.

The train goes from Akron, north through the Cuyahoga Valley National Park.  You also have the option of riding south to Canton.

Being nature lovers, we of course wanted to go through the park.  We got there with only 15 minutes to spare before the train was scheduled to leave the depot.  Having never been there before, we really didn’t know what we were doing and the Railroad website is not the most informative.

I had seen on the website that you could “ride all day” for only $15 but when we got up to the window, I knew we didn’t have much time and there was people in line behind us and I started to panic.  Everything got all blurry and I got confused.  When the clerk asked if she could help us, I told her we didn’t know what we were doing and she laughed and said she had heard that about 5 times already and asked us what we wanted to do.  I told her we wanted to go to the park and she rang it up and it was just $20 for the two of us.  

I didn’t get a good photo of the train because we were in such a hurry, but this is what it looked like from where we boarded to the end:

After we got on the train and chose our seats I looked out the window and seen the cutest fella.  There was a glare on my window and the picture didn’t come out so well, but he was just so darn cute I have to post it anyway:

We seen where the train makes several stops but we really didn’t understand how it worked.  The conductor came through and asked us if we were going to be getting off anywhere.   I told him we wanted to, but didn’t know where.  He suggested we get off at the Canal Visitors Center.   Ok, sounded good to us.  We still didn’t quite grasp how we would be allowed to get on and off with the tickets we purchased.  I was afraid of getting stuck and not being able to get back on or something.

One of the first stops the train makes is in the little town of Peninsula, Ohio.  There’s several restaurants and numerous shops to go through.  Though it looked nice, we really weren’t interested in this – we wanted to see the forest.

I thought I was going to be able to take photos from the train, but by the time I’d see something and get the camera ready, it would be too late.  So needless to say, I didn’t get any photos.  Since we were stopped I was able to take a pic of  this restaurant:

And on the other side of the train:

We got off at the Canal Visitors Center.   There is still a portion of the Ohio to Erie Canal here and they have an operable lock that they use for demonstrations. 

Another cutie in costume:

Filling the lock:

After the Lock Demonstration and they had closed it back up, I seen this little baby turtle trapped in there.  There was no way for him to get out.  I meant to ask the guys how he could get out, but there was too many other people asking questions.  I was going to ask after I visited the museum, but then I forgot.

This is the Visitors Center:

Inside there is a gift shop and a museum.  I took a picture of a photo of what the building looked like in 1890:

There was a display of some “Canal Era Shoes” – needless to say it made me very thankful for my Adidas.

 

We knew the train was coming and so we headed back for depot:

From here we rode the train back to Akron.  We sat on the opposite side so we could see all the things we missed the first time.

There’s headsets to listen to while you’re on the trip that points out things to look at and tells the history of the Canal and Cuyahoga Valley.  Hubbs enjoying the trip:

There’s a bike trail called the Towpath Trail that goes all along the trip, through the forest and along the old canal….future adventure?

My Granny

This has been a rough year for my Granny H.

She’s getting old on me.  She didn’t ask if this was ok.  I’ve tried talking to her about this, but it’s too late now.  There’s no turning back.

This year my blog wasn’t open when her birthday came.  Click here for the post from her 84th birthday.  In that post I mentioned that I had a photo taken of her when she was 20, but I didn’t have a scanner.  Since then I’ve bought one. 

Here is my Granny when she was 20 years old, taken in 1944.  I carry this photo in my wallet.

Here is a comparison photo.  It’s Granny at the age of 20 in 1944, and me at the age of 32 in 2006.  Look at our eyes, our noses, our chins…if my teeth were showing we have the same smile too.

I don’t remember when for sure, but either the end of last year or the beginning of this year she had to go into a Nursing Home.  I don’t even remember why.  She had either gotten really sick or had fallen or something…but whatever the reason, she went to stay in a Nursing Home. 

That lasted about a week.  She wanted out of there.  Her vision is bad and she said the buttons on her phone and the buttons on her remote control for her tv were too small.  Ha! Good enough reason for me!  So she went home after about a week. 

She was home about a month and during that month she lost about 20 pounds and ended up falling and hurting herself. 

 Nothing was broken, but it seemed as if she was no longer able to care for herself and so back to the Nursing Home she went.  She went to a different one this time.  One that I am none too happy about.  Why?  I don’t know.  I just had it in my head that it wasn’t a good place. 

At this new location, she had a private room.  She had a recliner from home and the little side table from her own house just like she had it set up at home.  She had a radio, tv and a phone.  It broke my heart to see her there, but I suppose it was as good as bad situation could have been.  The first time I went to see her there I cried nearly the entire 2 hour trip down and I cried all the way back home.  A nursing home is no place for MY GRANNY!!! 

She was in there I’d say 3-4 months and had been having physical therapy and was getting stronger.  Towards the end of April we went to see her and she was alert and was able to get around reasonably well.  I hate admitting this, but knowing that she was likely feeling as good as she was going to get to feel I took some photos of her that day.  Isn’t see adorable?

Not too long after this she went back home.  I think she was home for less than 2 weeks when she fell in her kitchen and hurt her hip.  Supposedly it was not broken, but it hurts her really bad.  So back to the Nursing Home she went. 

Her private room had been taken and now she has to share a room.  The room isn’t split evenly.  It seems to be 60/40 and my Granny has the small side.  She has no radio.  No phone.  No tv.  No comfortable chair.  Nothing.  Nothing to do but lay there and look at the ceiling.  This is no way for my Granny to have to live.  She claims she doesn’t want any of these things…but that just doesn’t make sense.   The way it is set up, I don’t know where a tv could be put for her anyway. 

She’s too weak to get up and go to the bathroom, she can’t walk, she’s lost so much weight.  It breaks my heart.  She’s nothing but skin and bones.  She can hardly hold her eyes open.  When she has to go to the bathroom, she has to “buzz” the nurse to bring her a bed pan.  These wenches take their own sweet time getting there too.

Do they not realize who she is?  She’s MY GRANNY!!!  When MY GRANNY buzzes they need to get their asses down there and help her.  They should be there within a minute in my opinion.  I realize that is being unreasonable, but she’s MY GRANNY damn it and when she’s got to go, she’s got to go!!!  It should take no more than 5 minutes no matter the situation.  Sometimes 15, 20, 30 minutes will go by before someone helps her.  This is UNACCEPTABLE!!!  What the hell???  When she buzzes, they don’t know that she’s buzzing “only” to go to the bathroom.  She could be buzzing because she’s having a heart attack – and they just let her lay there until they get around to it.

Thursday for some reason she was out of the bed and was going to use the actual bathroom and she fell and broke her pubic bone.  The hospital said they couldn’t do anything for her and just sent her back to the nursing home.  I hate this.  Imagine how bad it hurts?  I don’t understand how it even happened.  She’s done nothing but lay in her bed for a month – she can hardly sit up, what in the hell was she doing out of her bed this time???  I understand she NEEDS to get up as often as she possibly can, but she HASN’T been – and she was up and it doesn’t sound like anyone was there helping her!  Why in tarnation did she not have someone on each side of her holding her???  This makes no sense to me.  My Granny is now laying there BROKEN for NO REASON!!!

When I went there to see her Friday, all she was covered with was a sheet.  There was no blanket on her bed.  This is UNACCEPTABLE!!!  She’s a little old lady.  Little old ladies by nature are COLD.  These ass cracks work in a Nursing Home and they don’t know that old people get cold???  There is no reason whatsoever to explain why my Granny did not have a blanket.  Needless to say, I marched my fat ass down there and got her two blankets.

Her lips were parched.  She had a scab or something on her mouth.  I cleaned her up and let her use her Chapstick.   She had half a cup of warm water left, but it wasn’t in a location that she could reach.   This is UNACCEPTABLE!!!  My Granny should have fresh cold water available within reach at all times!!!

About a month ago, in one of my more brilliant moments, I decided she could come live with us and I would take care of her.  Hubbs and I have a big master bedroom with a private bath.  I figured we could just bunk the boys together, we’d take over one of their rooms and set Granny up in our room. 

The question was asked how she would get up and down the stairs (we have no bedrooms or full bath on the first floor).  Well me in all my genious-ness thought if we got her up the stairs just once that’s all it would take.  I could just take her everything she needed…..it wasn’t until I got to work and talked to a friend that she pointed out to me that Granny would have to be able to get out to go to the doctor and stuff.  Duh.  I’m so flipping stupid.  Why didn’t I think of that?   All I was thinking about was that I wanted to get her out of that damn  Nursing Home and take care of her.

Needless to say, Granny looks so pitiful now, I will NOT be taking any photos of her.   However on a lighter note, during some of her more lucid moments she was pretty funny.  She cracks us up.  She had drifted off to sleep and I just sat there and was watching her.  Her face and hands were twitching and she’d move her mouth like she was talking to someone.  Hubbs and I whispered to each other that she must be dreaming.  She’d be “talking” in her sleep, then she’d make a sad face, then “talk” some more.  Then all of a sudden (she’s still asleep) the cutest smirk comes across her face and she’s grinning….it was adorable. 

When she woke up, I asked “Granny do you remember what you were dreaming about?”  She said she didn’t and asked why.  I told her how she smiled in her sleep and you know what she said?  Ha!  She’s so funny.  She said:  “Well you know what they say that is?  It’s gas.”  Gas! Gotta love her!

When I realized she didn’t have fresh water, I had the nurse give her fresh water with fresh ice.  She took a big drink of it and said, ratherly loudly “Wooooooo that’s good!  And cold enough to freeze your gizzard!”  Me and Hubbs cracked up.  Gizzard!  Like she’s some kind of old hen with a gizzard. 

Since there is only one guest chair in her room, Granny told Hubbs to sit in the wheelchair that was in her room.  Being the giant kid he is, he couldn’t just sit there.  He was rolling around - back and forth, in and out of the room, popping wheelies, etc.  I told him to stop it when I seen him popping wheelies. 

Granny asked what he was doing.  I said “Granny, he’s playing and popping wheelies in your wheelchair.” and she said “That’s ok, you tell him I said he could.”  Hmp.  Now Granny, you’re suppose to tell him to stop!  Oh well.  She loves him. 

About an hour later he was playing with it again and popped a wheelie at the foot of her bed and started to flip himself over backwards.  He caught himself, but then it went over sideways and he ended up on the floor with the wheelchair on top of himself.  It was hysterical.  His face was blood red and I could not stop laughing.  Granny was confused because she was laying flat and couldn’t see what had happened.   I told her he had wrecked her wheelchair and it was all her fault because she said he could…the funniest thing of all was that she didn’t even care that he wrecked it, she just asked if he was ok.

When I was a kid and she babysat us, I was not allowed to ride my bike further than “the corner” – which was only about 4 houses up the street.  So I would wait until she took her afternoon nap and when I was sure she was asleep – I’d sneak out and race my bike ALL THE WAY AROUND THE BLOCK AS FAST AS I COULD and sneak back in the house. 

I confessed this to her and she said “Well you stinker.  That’s ok, we all did our secret things.  I would wait until your Grandpa was ready to take his nap and I’d tell him I was going to the Post Office, but I would really go to yard sales and hide what I bought in the trunk of the car until later!”  Oh Granny.  She was a wild one….ahaha.

New Header?

I was playing with the camera this morning and took this photo:

There is just something I like about it.   The photo I was using for my old header was a couple years old and I thought this one would be a good replacement…but now that I’ve got it up, I’m not so sure.  Though the photo suits “Me“, I’m not so sure it suits the “Blog“.

What do you think? 

Old Header:

New Header:

I eagerly await your opinions/ideas.

I could really use some Blue Balls

On the way to dinner tonight, I realized I’m totally out of Blue Balls.

Oh mercy what is a girl to do?

Wait!

There’s a sign ahead.

Does that say what I think it says?  Why yes, yes it does!

Ahh darn it!  These ones are already Schwetty.  I didn’t want Schwetty Blue Balls.  I wanted plain ol’ regular Blue Balls.

And so the search continues.

Hubbs

Hubbs checking his email tonight. 

I was messing with the camera and took this photo:

Now before you start thinking, “Oh poor guy”…I told him “I think I’ll put a picture of your head on my blog and say there used to be hair growing there” and he said -

“If you’re going to do that, tell the truth and let them know it has fallen from my head and grows from my ears now.”

Thinks for the idea Babe. 

Not only is he funny, he cooks too!

Before you get any ideas:

I got me a good one.