2 Mouths That Can't Stop.

The adorable little brown spot on my pillow is Coco. She has become my little girl, but she has some very bad habits that need address. Licky & chewy sorta explains it all. Now with a 3 yr old in the house I need to be extra careful. Today she chewed up one of his sippy cup tops. Yesterday it was some Valentine erasers, and I haven't had the energy to lift the sofa to see what she might have under there. But, I usually find all sorts of scraps under there when I clean.

Tonight's story is one of the bogey man, as Buddy told me.
When the bogey man comes he knocks likes tap, tap and he knocks down the door and comes in the house and gets in the room and he has big hands, I have big hands but my hands are little and your hands are little cause his hands are big. He grabs everybody with his hands and the cops can't get him cause they won't come in your house but they set it on fire and it goes swoosh and the bogey man will leave and then its ok.
The story is only good when you picture his hands moving as fast as his mouth, making the motions, of big and fast and swoosh and such.

The child definitely takes after his mother who is never at a loss for words, the other night as we drove to go eat, I turned and ask, Are you ok Buddy (because he hadn't said anything in a couple minutes). He says loudly, I'm being quiet! Jim says, Oh, is that what that is...I didn't recognize it. Even when he goes to bed he's not quiet, he sings and makes bee noises until he falls asleep. Although he seems to be a very happy child singing himself to sleep...he is a bear in the morning. He first wakes up stomping his way to the bathroom giving you a look that hurts if you dare to look at him. If he cussed I expect he would do that to. But, once awake he usually turns into a more palatable child. And I suppose like most children, hot & cold from one second to the next all day long. It's like living with Sybil. Love you Memaw...DON'T LOOK AT ME! Can I have some chocolate milk? DON'T TOUCH ME! Don't worry Memaw, I'll save you from the bogey man. I'm going to call the cops on you! Jim tends to take the "evil" Buddy to heart. I just let it slide right off cause I know sweet Buddy is right around the bend.

A lot of times he doesn't know what to do about me. I treat him like a little adult sometimes. The other day I asked him if he wanted something, I forget what. But, he said NO and started to give me all kinds of reasons why, like he hated me and he didn't like this and he was going to call the cops, etc, etc. I just walked away and said, Hey, No was enough. I don't need an explanation, I understand NO ! and walked out of the room as he continued to shout out his reasons to his Papoo.

Surfing the blogs.

The television I usually watch has been taken over by a 3 yr old. It's The Incredibles, day 2. So I thought I would try and find some mindless entertainment on the web. So I went blog surfing. I found this real interesting and somewhat cute blog - veganlunchbox.blogspot.com . I find it of interest because #1 son & wife are vegetarians and #2 son is a vegan. Although my sons are 31 & 30, I still try and stay in tune to some of the things they are in to. Also, I used to try and cook vegan or vegetarian but not so much anymore...but her muffins looked so good. I need to investigate more and find out how she got them looking so good. I tried carrot & zucchini muffins for #2 son using cornstarch as the egg substitute, but they were heavy and didn't rise like a regular muffin. I am usually proud of my cooking when I do cook, but vegan cooking is hard.

A 3 Year Old!

This little 3yr old's mother has taken off to wonderful Meridian Mississippi for 6 glorious weeks for her Navy Reserve training and has left him with us. I last had a 3 yr old in 1979. I am exhausted and I don't know if I will make it! Tomorrow will be day 3.

My 3 yr olds were not like this one. Of course, my memory may be clouded a bit but for example: Today, I had a heart attack and yelled at him when he took off after I took him out of the shopping cart at the store. I only had one bag, my purse and a gallon of milk to carry but he was out the door before I could pick them up. I told him to stay until I took his hand, told him to stop when he started to move and yelled his first and middle name as he headed for the door, then finally louder than I like to scream...STOP! My little ones would always listen to step one, stay until I take your hand. I would say up until they started school they trusted that what I said was well worth listening to. Up until then, I was the smartest person they knew. It never seemed to occur to them to question my authority on any subject. They themselves were brilliant of course.

Well, this little 3 year old is smart as a whip, too. However, he is people manipulated smart. Unlike mine he has had a lot of people in his life. He has full, large families...many people around him every day from the day he was born. There was a line at the hospital just minutes after he was born. So he knows people, and he knows how to use them. He can be so cute one minute and telling you he hates you in the next. He turns it off and on just like that. I know this will be some six weeks. I hope I survive.

Background info: I am Memaw and my husband is Papoo. We call our grandson Buddy. We were trying to get him to eat his supper. He said we were mean and was going to call the cops on us.

Story of the day: Buddy told us the cops were going to come get Memaw and bring her to the cop factory. The cops would bring me to the cop factory and put me in the cop store they would get a big knife and cut me up and put me in the cop store. They would not let me come back because I was mean.

While he was telling us this story and answering our questions and Papoo acted like he called the cops. Buddy munched on his supper and gestured with his hands. To shorten the story. I did not get hauled off by the cops, he ate most of his supper, and Papoo pretend called the cops and told them everything was o.k.

Remember Me!

I have trouble with the web sites that I visit that I have to have a sign-in name and password. I try to write down the information but I only refer to it after 3 tries. I don't have the same info on all sites for many different reasons like when I first sign in there already is a zebulon57893 so they suggest I use something similar like africa1*3%7! or mylurxgp9* so I pick one of their suggestions after trying 3 of my own. Then I really get upset when they suggest I chose the box that says "remember me" when I can't remember me. So I wind up with a bunch of sign-in names and passwords that are wrong in the pop down list. So after that, I don't remember me and they don't remember me. They just remember who I think I might be, not the real me...the correct me. So who am I?

That's sort of how life is. How is life? I often wonder. Are we who we think we are or what others think we are? And is that why my life is like it is...I don't have the right password. How am I gonna be remembered. If I am remembered at all. Are people going to stand around the funeral home saying, "Remember when she did that thing with what's their name and got something or did something or something like that." If I am to be remember for ME then they would have to. If they are remembering the me they think I am. Well, then they'll have a few more details to the story.

Which reminds ME...Blood, Sweat and Tears, "And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone. They'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on." I hope the poor sole that replaces mine when I'm gone, has an easier life than mine. One worth remembering. I suppose that when...not if, but when I go, the celebration of my life will be my loved ones remembering the life I could not always remember myself.

I just want a real bathroom!

Over 3 yrs ago when we bought our house we thought it was great except for one tiny little thing...the bathroom. Measuring in at about 5x5 it has a shower, toilet and corner sink. Well, we thought, no problemo, there was a 7 1/2 x9 1/2 room that was being used as a closet laundry room and we figured we would turn that into a bathroom. Well, with a home equity loan and a lot of frustration our bathroom has finally got started. Of course, this is just the beginning of a long learning experience. This is something I can not do myself and I've already experienced some mistakes.

My first mistake...I married an electrician. Electricians can not do carpentry or plumbing. Now there are carpenters and plumbers that can do electrical work but if you start out as an electrician, an electrician is all you'll ever be. So I finally had to hire someone. I do not work well with hired help. I have trouble explaining the things I want done or understanding the things they are doing. No surprise there.

Another mistake I made was the tub. I went to the home improvement store and sat down with the little man and explained what I wanted in my bathroom and he helped to pick out the fixtures I wanted. He helped me pick out the wrong tub. Well, my "contractor" shops at Lowe's and I had got my stuff from Home Depot. So the contractor picked out the tub & surround he wanted to install at Lowe's and I had to go pay for it. Meanwhile, I had to get Home Depot to pick up the other tub and give me credit on it. Mission almost accomplished. Tomorrow the tubs both get picked up. We'll, see how that goes.

Which reminds me, today we had snow and 30 degree weather, with strong wind gust. I was waiting at a light and seen this fellow standing along side the road with a sign that said, "Homeless, no work, anything will help." Well, my puppies had a sleep over with the bosses dog and I had a blanket on the front seat for Buddy the dog. I had just dropped Buddy off and the blanket was just sitting there. I looked at the guy, looked at the blanket and smirked. I thought, I wonder what he would do if I called him over to the window and offered him the blanket. I am no fool (sometimes). I know that with the 50 degree weather we have been having that no "homeless" person would be out there in this cold and windy day, when we're suppose to be back in the 50's tomorrow or next day. I figured that would be cruel of me knowing he wants money not warmth...and now a days who knows he might have gotten pissed and shot me or something. So the whole scenario ran through my head as I sat there. He would shoot me, pull me out of the car, take my car and go racing off laughing out loud as he headed for Cincinnati. Meanwhile, I'm laying in the cold, windy street bleeding all over it, wondering if he has a valid drivers licence, pissing off the people that was sitting behind me because my body is blocking the street and relieved that they didn't waste the $2.00 they were going to give the guy.

My motto has always been...try not to piss people off. I can't always do it. I lose it sometimes, but not to often. The older I get the more I think my motto should be "Live large and piss 'um all off." But for now I stick with the one I'm use to.

A life, a life, has anyone have a life?

I have looked around and discovered, I have no life. I also realized that it is a common complaint among people of varied ages. So this year, I turn 5-0 and I've decided to get me a life or at least do something a little different with what I got.

Last year I quit smoking after about 35 years of smoking non-stop. People said it was hard to quit so I never really tried to quit. Oh, I quit when I was 18 & 19 and giving birth to my little geniuses. But, when you're young most things seem easier. But, although I have a real distrust of people I chose to believe them when they said it was hard. I would have to say the first couple of weeks are tough but not near as bad as people claimed. So anyway that accomplishment has made me decide to take on something else. THE REST OF MY LIFE...Especially since now the likelihood of it lasting longer has increased.

So far this year, a full 17 days into it I have started organizing what life I currently am participating in and trying to be more outgoing and get out more. I got me this organizer/purse to consolidate all my phone #'s, calendar and misc. stuff. I have been doing better at getting bills paid on time, I am organizing my filing cabinet and I organized a girls nite out with my sister-in-laws, just to name a few things. Right now I would usually be on the sofa mindlessly watching CSI or the new Sleuth channel but I checked out my student loan consolidation info, and info on treatments on my vasulitous. However, I will finish this and play a game or two at Real Arcade. I found a new word game I like, hopefully that will increase my brain power because right now I can't even remember the name of the game.