Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Dreaded Wash Day

Subject: Basic Rules for clotheslines

You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.
I didn't write it, but I've been there and it's the whole truth.

1. You had to wash the clothesline before hanging any clothes-Walk
the entire length of each line wiping the line with a damp cloth.

2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always
hang "whites" with "whites," and hang them first.

3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail!
What would the neighbors think?

4. Wash day on a Monday . . . Never hang
clothes on the weekend, certainly not Sunday, for Heaven's sake!

5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could
hide your "unmentionables" in the middle (perverts & busybodies, y'know!)

6. It didn't matter if it was sub-zero weather . . . Clothes would

7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes!
Pins left on the lines were "tacky!"

8. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item
did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the
next washed item.

9. Clothes had to be off the line before dinner time, neatly folded in
the clothes basket, and ready to be ironed.

10. IRONED? Well, that's a whole other subject!

Friday, January 28, 2011

It's Called Body Art

Kids are so dumb between the age of around 14 to 20. That goes for girls and boys. Yet, they think they are the smartest things on two legs. For instance my 16-year-old grandson keeps having larger rings put into his earlobes to stretch the holes bigger. He now has holes large enough to put his little finger through. He thinks it’s the coolest thing since skateboards were invented. I tell him when he grows up and becomes the minister of a church, he will be embarrassed by those huge holes in his ear lobes. His answer, “No problem, Grandma, because I am never going to be a minister of a church”. My answer, “Well, that wouldn’t surprise me that much, but you might work in a bank or some other business place that might even hesitate to hire you because of the weird earlobes; even your own kids might laugh at you. His answer, “Well, it’s my body and I can do what I want to.” It's a phase they go through. It  lasts a long time. Not like the terrible twos.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


  I can’t come up with anything to write in this blog anymore. I can’t even think of anything to say on Facebook. I am watching the clock tonight. Nothing too exciting, I’m just watching it for my bedtime. At least a reasonably decent time to go to bed. If I go to bed before 9, my getting up time will be about 3:30 AM. You know you’re getting old when you look forward to bedtime.

9 is even too early to go to bed. It’s already 9:30. My how time flies when you’re having a good time. Watching the clock is a good time for me.

I am awaiting the arrival of my Granddaughter, her husband and their new daughter. I have talked about it a lot in my blog. They will get here Friday. With the time change they will get here and hour before they leave.
It is nearly 10 now, and I think that sounds like a decent bedtime.

See you later.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The New Family Member

I stole this picture from her Daddy. I hope he won't mind. He has a jillion more by now. I can't wait until they get her home. She seems to fit right in and I know they are looking forward to their new life with a daughter. 

Her Mommy took the pony tail holder off and asked her a question.
She looked up as if to say, " I only speak Chinese".

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Picture Time Again

I am so happy because my new cousin is coming soon. 

I have new toys to show you

Kramer wants to come over on my side.

I want to meet my new cousin.

I'm ready to go.

Hang on Leah, we're on our way.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Awaited Day Has Arrived

The new parents have received their beautiful little girl. They are still in China, but were able to send pictures.

                                                             Jim, Cora and Chloe

She has a big family to grow up in. Mom, Dad, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandpa's and Grandma's galore. We can't wait to hold her ourselves. One of her Grandma's has a child day care that she will attend.  We are so blessed to have her in our family. Her middle name is Joy. How fitting is that?

Monday, January 3, 2011

My Early Days

When I was a young thing, I decided to supplement our income by taking a job. I found one by looking in the newspaper ads. It was part of a nightclub. One side was very plushy with carpet on the floor and tables with white tablecloths. A bandstand in one corner and it had a small dance floor. Next to it was a coffee shop. I worked in the coffee shop as a waitress. The coffee shop was called ‘The Turf’. It was a very popular place to have lunch or nice meal. There was four horseshoe shaped coffee stands with stools. Those were on one side and the other side had booths.

It was a very popular place, and was open 24 hours a day. I was on the night shift. I was fidgety as a cat on a hot tin roof the first few shifts because I had no training in this field.
It was not a hard job to learn at that time. If you knew how to pour water into a glass and write, you qualified. They furnished uniforms. They were khaki colored and trimmed in dark brown.
We got the drunks from the nightclub when it closed as well as the people from the street.

One night I had one of those half-drunk customers and he ordered a burned grilled cheese sandwich. He made it very clear that it was to be burned black. I turned the order in and when the cook read it, he called me into the kitchen and informed me that we do not serve burned food. I argued with him, and asked him what difference does it make, if he wants it burned just burn it. “Do you not know how to burn a sandwich?” I finally won the argument and he said he would do it. When the order was ready he sent for me. I went back into the kitchen and he had the order ready with a white cloth napkin covering it. I asked, “Why the napkin?” He said, “I don’t want any of our other customers seeing it, just set it in front of him and remove the napkin”. The customer was delighted. Now the customer is happy and I’m happy and the cook is still grumbling about it.
Another customer once asked for an Iced coffee. I went to the head honcho and asked, “How do you make an iced coffee?” She said, “I don’t know, I guess you just put ice in it.” I hope you understand this was before anybody had ever heard of Starbucks. So I poured the man a mug of coffee and added some crushed ice. When I set it in front of him he began to laugh and he kept laughing until I wanted to melt into the floor. I was so embarrassed. He said, “It’s usually served in a tall glass”. “All our tall glasses are dirty”. I said. But he laughed even harder. I was glad when he left. I was such a greenhorn.
Two couples sat in one of my sections and when I gave them their menu’s one of the men begin to speak to me in a foreign language. His friends just sat there and said nothing. When he finished I said, “Well, if you do you’ll have to clean it up”. Everybody in the booth began to laugh so hard, I would still like to know what he actually said. Because what I said wasn’t that funny.

One night I had two ‘feeling no pain’ clientele sit in one of my booths. The lady ordered a filet mignon steak, and excused herself to make a potty run. I asked the man if he was ready to order and he said. “Don’t turn that order in, she thinks I’m paying for it and I just met her 10 minutes ago.” I said, “Oh, she must be a gold digger.” He said, “Yeah, and she ain’t got nothing to dig with”. He made a hasty departure and when the lady returned she looked around and didn’t see him so she left. I was glad I had not turned in her order.

Another time a customer asked if we had Scallops. I said, “Do you mean scallop potatoes?” I was raised in Oklahoma and it’s a little distance from the ocean so I honestly had never heard of the seafood called Scallops. I’m sure everybody in the state of Oklahoma knows what scallops are, but I was a little na├»ve. Maybe stupid would be a better word.
I only worked there for a couple months. I had a three-year-old at home and there was no way that I could get enough sleep. My husband worked the day shift. I never worked in that field again. Even though I was now experienced and knew what a scallop and an iced coffee was.

                                                        This is a picture of the experienced waitress