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….a long, LONG, time ago, wee Brat made her appearance. Quite painfully too, I might add! The height of the disco era. UGH! Ok, it was 1975!
Weighing in at 7lbs, 6oz….I think! (Hey…it was a long time ago!) 21 inches long, with big feet! She’s still got the big feet! And uses my head as an arm rest. She’s tall! Then again, to me, EVERYBODY is tall!
To paraphrase Mark Twain, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated! Although, the last couple of days have been questionable. Between wee Spud and I, we’ve hacked up at least one lung! Joy! And we were both doing quite well when the Mr and I arrived on Sunday, albeit a bit tired.
Anyway, the ability to write anything has been a challenge, so I didn’t. :D If you live in a house with a small tornado, you’ll understand completely. Concentration is at a premium, so why bother, right? LOL
To say that Christmas morning was a riot, would be an understatement. Between the toddler and the teenager, it was quite a sight. Oh nooooo…there are NO spoiled kids in THIS house! Heh.
….twas the day of……….THE BUNKER! Heh.
Yes…it’s late in the day, but still. Hey…I had some things to do, and got totally distracted.
Well, since I don’t get enough pics sent to me, I have to snap a few while doing a bit of Facetime or snag them off Facebook. That’s ok. I’m sure I’ll get plenty at Christmas.
Ok, y’all might not find pics of my family all that entertaining, or informative, but hey…this is for MY benefit! Besides, watching the wee one growing up in pictures let’s us know just how much older WE are getting. Heh!
Today is one of my OLDER sister’s birthday. I’m not gonna tell you her age, but I will say she has 3 years on me! Heh! Yep…got one coming up, too. It sucks.
Anyway, just wanted with wish her a grand day…even though she does have to work!
I’ll freely admit it…. I miss my family! Yes, even Brat and Ick! But don’t tell them! Heh! My wee Spud is growing so fast, pictures just aren’t enough. I share them for my benefit, so bear with me, ok? And the youngest granddaughter? Holy cow! She’ll be driving in a year? Oh no….this is just NOT right!
Today is my YOUNGEST granddaughter’s birthday. When did she grow up? That wasn’t suppose to happen! Next year, she’ll be driving.
This is depressing!
I don’t care if she is getting taller than me (which isn’t that hard to do)…she’s will ALWAYS be Short Person!
He never sends flowers! Why…well….we have four cats, and learned the hard way!
Now, we put any and all flower items on top of the entertainment center. Just as well! I can see them from right here!
Yep! Thirteen years ago today, I walked down that aisle….FOR THE LAST TIME…and it changed my life forever!
Ya don’t often come across a guy that would, or could, deal with all the issues, and he knows what I mean. Nope, I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, maybe one or two. Heh.
The day I married you was the luckiest day of my life! You are my soul mate, my best friend, and I’m gonna keep ya!! Yep, you’re stuck with me for the duration!!
Yep, the lil’ dude is growing fast, and quite a character. GranBrat has her hands full, that’s for sure! Heh.
He obviously has a major hair issue. Ick says he looks like Peanut, the Jeff Dunham character.
Uh…yeah…dye his hair green, and we might have a match! sigh… I keep tellin’ ‘em…get some Brylcreem! “A little dab’ll do ya!” Do they even make that stuff anymore? I looked, and a matter of fact…they do! Heh. Maybe I should get some to put in his Christmas stocking.
One thing that cracks me up is his reaction to that Geico commercial with the camel. The first time he saw the commercial I was down there, and he just cackled like a chicken. Every time after, it was a stop, watch, and cackle scene. Well, GG Bat being the GG Bat, I had to hunt down a camel, which is named…wait for it….. HUMP DAY!! Heh!
And don’cha know…it’s the oddest things can entertain a small child for quite a while!
Yeah…well, whatever constitutes normal around here, I guess we’re back to it. The young’uns are back in Texas, Chris has returned to Yankeeland, and I’m in my jammies. Yep…that’s pretty normal…for me.
I’m quite aware that my blogging hasn’t been quite up to par in recent months, and there’s a darn good reason for that, too, even without the kids and friends, and travel, and….oh yes….let’s not forget this second bout with pee-moan-ya! sigh…. Getting real tired of this, don’cha know! My immune system sucks!
But, even though I have not been keeping up with posting my opinions on various subjects, that doesn’t mean I have been completely out of touch with what has been going on in the world. Although, truth be told, not as much as I usually do, and it’s been a lot more peaceful in my brain without all the feckless weasels, aka politicians, taking up space.
Yep, I’m aware the phony POTUS needs a geography lesson, and can’t be trusted to tell the truth about anything anyway.
I have to admit, this was, and wasn’t a surprise. Megyn Kelly is one of my favorites, but what are they going to do with Sean? I’ve no doubt he lost quite a few viewers, including me, when all he did was cover the Zimmerman/Trayvon disaster…nonstop!
Apparently, only black kids deserve the ‘race hustlers’ attention. When a white kid has the crap beat out of him by 3 black kids, we hear crickets. When a “white Hispanic” girl is stabbed 11 times by a black kid in a hoodie, we hear crickets. Will we hear any outrage from them about the 12 year old white girl who was strangled by a black boy? Lord knows, we won’t hear anything about the many black children murdered by other black kids, because, you know…that’s just a myth.
Wouldn’t you think that after they had been found out, the IRS would at least attempt to behave like they are a taxpayer funded entity? Nope. They’re still at it, and it just makes ya wonder…who is pulling the strings. Well, Truman said ‘the buck stops here’, referring to the Oval office, so, I reckon, all those bucks are landing on the current occupant’s lap. But that’s just a ‘phony scandal‘ don’cha know. Problem is, what we have is a PHONY president!
Well, like I said, I have been paying attention. Whether or not I’ll do more posting is another issue. It really all depends on how I feel, because at this point, that ain’t so swuft! sigh…
Why do kids grow up, and turn into completely different people than you had hoped they would?
Well, anyway, on this day, 21 years ago, my oldest granddaughter was born. There’s a story there, one I don’t quite understand, but no matter what, I will always love her, but I don’t have to like her, right? One bright spot though…she did give us wee Spud!
For him, we can be grateful. He is a bright spot in most of our lives. I say most, because Short Person is feeling the effects of not being the baby in the house anymore. Heh.
I pray that one of these days, that beautiful, sweet little girl, will wake up and understand the choices she has made are no one’s fault but her own. Someday, that sweet little girl will come back, and realize that once you burn those bridges, it takes years to rebuild them, and even then, sometimes, they just can’t be repaired. In REAL life, when you lose your family, the people who would always be there for you, you have lost much more than you will ever realize….until it’s too late.
On that note… Happy Birthday Jr. I pray your future choices will lead you back to the right path, with God in the lead. He’s a LOT better at it than you are…or any of us, for that matter.
Nope…didn’t fall off the planet but I think I might have croaked a couple of days ago. Well, truth is, I left Podunk TX to head home on Saturday, arrived at my usual stopover in Louisiana, and proceeded to get sick as the proverbial dog! I swear, I have to be allergic to my daughter! If I had left on Tuesday or Wednesday, as I had planned, I might have avoided the typical death by family!
Since I proceeded to hack up a lung, and blow chunks, I figured, I was pretty sick, and stayed over an extra day, attempting to keep anything down, including those things I need to breathe! The last thing on my mind was posting anything! Shoot, I didn’t even turn my computer on for…hmmm…. more than 24 hours! Criminy! MUST be REALLY sick! Even though I am not feeling any better, and the temp has continued to rise, at least I made it home! Now, I can die in my own bed…after I see the doc tomorrow!
Ya know, I thought it would be kind of nice to have our house back to semi normal, and it is, BUT….it also seems a bit empty as well. Go figure! I miss the rug rats? What’s up with that??? LOL Hmmmm… I’m fairly sure I’ll get over it. Heh.
Today was the last leg of our drive to Texas. We considered breaking today in half, and come in tomorrow, but since it was still early and had enough rattled nerves for an army, we arrived around 8. Why did it take so long? Well, as I’ve said previously, traveling with a moody teenager and grouchy toddler is HELL! For some reason, they expect to be fed! Go figure! sigh…
So, we stopped to get gas and hit the Waffle House, where the wee Spud packed away 3/4 of a waffle. Yep, the boy can pack it away! Of course, when he decided he’d had enough of his food, he wanted to start on mine. Good thing I was really hungry, otherwise there would have been more left, and I wouldn’t have had much for myself.
Experience ONE I NEVER want to endure again: Our next stop was the Atchafalaya rest area. We got wee Spud’s diaper dealt with, and shockingly, Short Person decided she had to have a snack. Seriously? After scarfing down that BIG lunch? *shakes head* So, we’re standing there, looking at what was in the machine that Spud could munch that wouldn’t end up covering him in chocolate. I thought SP had his hand. I looked down. No Spud. Dear Lord. We’re in an enclosed place with the men’s restroom right next to where we were standing. UGH! Guess where Spud was, and guess where Short Person and were NOT going! Lucky for us, there was a family standing around waiting for one of their members to come out, with one young fellow. Unlucky for us, they did not speak English. Well, after 4 years of Spanish WAY back when, the only thing I could bring to the forefront was el nino. Sorry about the lack of tilde, my keyboard doesn’t speak Spanish either. Well, luckily, the mom understood what I was trying to ask of the young fella, and he went in to get him. WHEW! They came walking out, hand in hand. A MIRACLE! The Spud isn’t good with strangers. This was NOT a good experience! Do NOT want a repeat….EVAH!
Experience TWO I NEVER want to endure again: After a brief stop at Candyland to pick up some fudge for Brat…WITH NUTS…we were back on the road, and well on our way. We were about 13 miles from the Texas state line, and all of a sudden, Spud starts screeching like a banshee! Scared the bejabbers out of me, and didn’t make Short Person too happy either. Considering my brilliant daughter, aka Brat, insisted he would sleep most of the trip, and he did NOT, plus he was getting hungry…again…even though SP had been giving him reasonably healthy snacks, hoping to keep him happy until we made it to Podunk. Well, he had a bottle, he had a cookie, so his screech had to be something serious. Right? There’s the ol’ broad pulling across 2 lanes as fast as possible, pulling onto the shoulder, turning on the flashers, getting out of the truck as quick as traffic would let me. I get the door open, and… PEEEEEE UUUUUUUUU! Apparently, the screecher had the dirtiest diaper possible! YUCK! Well, there was only one thing to do….REMOVE IT! There was only one empty spot available to make the change, and that was on the road side of the truck! Have you ever changed a diaper standing a couple of feet from an interstate where people are whizzing by at a minimum of 70 miles an hour? Lemme tell ya…it is NOT advisable! It was either that, or lay him on the grass on the side of the shoulder, or on the shoulder itself. Also, not advisable! We could have attempted a standing up change job, or one of us holding him, but Short Person had already dropped him on his head yesterday when we stopped at Mossey Oak, and I didn’t want a repeat So, there I was doing my best to get the diaper changed as fast as I could and NOT get creamed by an eighteen wheeler! Nope! NEVER WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!
We finally made it Liberty County and he starts getting fussy again. Out comes the bottle, the cookies, the breakfast bars, and anything else we could thing of, none of which did the trick. Short Person did get him laughing for a while. We get to the turn to head to the house, and WHAM! He did it again! The screeching started again! Oh HELL no! I was NOT going to be pulling ANYWHERE to fix the reek! The windows went down, and 15 minutes later, BRAT got one stinky baby back home!!! Heh!
So, for a few days, I am back in Texas with the family to regain my ‘strength’ before the return trip, and the Mr is recuperating from the last three weeks, attempting to unchild our house! I don’t think he, or the house, will ever be the same! LOL