Saturday, February 25, 2012
Life goes on even if you don’t care anymore. The ant clan that invaded my property is now history. Thanks to Terro ant poison bait traps. The only thing I have found that works, so you might want to put that in your Ant File for future referral. While I’m on the subject of disturbing things, I have also found the solution for rust stain in the toilet bowl. Buy some Lysol Power and clean the toilet with it or shut the lid so you can no longer see it. Either method works pretty well. I am probably the last person on the planet to hear about this, but Magic Eraser is wonderful for truly cleaning things with less elbow action. I don’t know if the brand matters or not. I bought Mr. Clean brand.
The wind is trying to blow everything into the next county. It came through here the other day, but I guess it didn’t get the job done so it’s back. It’s better than snow. Snow is on the bottom of my list.
There is nothing hair raising or exciting in my world. It’s just kind of ordinary at the moment. Hope things are happening for you. Maybe I should join the exciting world of church.
Till next time
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I have had an invasion of sugar ants. I have scrubbed everything from top to bottom and have ant traps all over the place and they still come and bring all their relatives. They found my dishwasher.
I started half-way washing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Did that help? No, it did not. I am not going to wash my dishes with ants in there so I take the dishes out and run a cycle of hot water first. That gets rid of the little devils from the dishwasher, but they return.
I think they are being resurrected from the dead. I tried a different brand of ant traps and no relief. If you can find the ant-highway, there is a product you can put on it so the little unsuspecting fools will take the bait back to mommy dearest and it is supposed to kill her off, and her whole clan. Well, dream on because I cannot find the highway or they can't find the bait. Where is the road map to the ant highway? It’s worse then getting rid of wild morning glory in your yard. Have you ever tried to get rid of that stuff? Nothing short of a nuclear bomb will do it.
Why are all these pesky things picking on me. First it’s the rust streak in the toilet and now these ant creatures. Does anybody have a cheap anteater for sale? I think it’s time to sell the house and let it take over. I’m losing the war.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
|Cora, Chloe, Emily, Molly, Leah|
Three of my Granddaughters, and the little ones are Great Grands.
The girls have been asked if they are triplets. No, they are not triplets.
One is five years older. I am going to tell this story on Cora and I have told it a million times, but I don’t think I have told it on the blog before. Sorry Cora.
Cora was 5 years old when her sisters were born. Some of the family was at our house that day and Karen and Dennis were going to the hospital to visit Nancy and see the new babies. Dennis asked Cora if she would like to go with them to see her new sisters. She said, “NO, I already saw them, besides they’re Yucky.” She learned to love them, and was like their second mother. Cora didn’t have a problem expressing herself at that age and even younger. Before she learned to talk her mother was feeding her peas and Cora kept turning her head, but her mother kept putting them in her mouth. That was the day she learned to talk. Her face turned red, she blew those peas across the room and began to speak in a foreign language we had never heard before, I think she was making up the words as she went along. Her mother got the message. She didn’t feed her any more peas.
As to the twins, I think I better explain the reason they are dressed alike in this picture is because they met at their parent’s house and had not consulted each other about what they were going to wear. Dressing alike is strictly a NoNo with them.
Chloe is on Cora’s lap and Leah is on Molly’s lap. Leah is looking at her Aunt Emamaly as she calls her. This was taken Christmas Eve which is Molly and Emily's birthday.
This is one of my favorite pictures so thought I would share it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Today was a sheety day for me. It was time to change the sheets. So it was a sheety sheet changing day. Say that real fast three times.
Anyway while I was in my cleaning phase. I decided to tackle the rust streak that has showed up in the toilet bowl. It is not that I don't clean the toilet, it's because the toilet is 40 years old. I think that is the reason for it.
First I googled it to see if I could find a good product for removing rust. I found a link and the person was selling a product and also left an option for people to leave comments, and comments they left.
I found most of them rather humorous so I spent a lot of, toilet cleaning time, reading about everybody with the same problem. Poor Tiffany. They were picking on her.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
This is a picture my grandson, Trent, drew of me when he was 3 years old.
When he showed it to me, I asked why are those yellow lines under my eyes. He said, “those are tears.” I remember a creepy feeling came over me and I wondered if he had some kind of ESP. He had never seen me cry. He is 3 years old, why would he think about me having tears.
Tomorrow would be his 39th birthday, but he died in a plane crash when he was 12. Shortly after his death I was gathering up his drawings to look at. I had saved some of them. By the time he died he was on his way to becoming a very good artist. When I came across the above drawing his prediction came true and more tears rolled.
Our lives moved on and February 13, 2010, on Trent’s birthday, God sent me a Great Granddaughter. Her second birthday is tomorrow. Now the day has a happier meaning, but we never forget.
|He always had a pencil in his hand drawing another picture.|
|The big birthday|
|He made this painting when he was 10 or 11.|
I couldn't get a very good picture of it.
|Now on a happier note this is the little cutie that was born on his birthday 2 years ago.|
Happy Birthday Leah !!!!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
One time about six months or so ago, I was having a conversation with Chris and I told her that I still call Oriental people ‘Orientals’ instead of Asians. She said I should call them Asian because her daughter that lives over by Seattle said if you say Oriental over that way people will think you are talking about a rug. Well, I tucked that little piece of information in the back of my brain somewhere. Now we go forward about six months and Chris and I was texting about the medical place we both go to and she wanted to know which doctor I go to. I texted her back and said I couldn’t think of his name, but he is a rug. She had forgotten our previous conversation and was racking her brain and had Kenny racking his brain and they could not figure out what I meant so she texted me back and asked. We laughed about it and then forgot it.
Now lets fast forward another three months and I have a text message on my phone this morning from Chris and I knew she was on a shuttle bus on the way to Seattle or Issaquah or one of those foreign places. This is the text:
There are two RUGS in the seat ahead of me…….and they are on the phone speaking RUG !!!!
Now you must remember my memory is getting shorter by the day, and I honestly could not figure out what in the Sam hill she was talking about. I thought she had slipped over the edge and I saw it coming. All of a sudden my brain must have hit a speed bump because I remembered. Well, she got me good. Gotcha !!! Now it’s my turn.
Monday, February 6, 2012
I remember when life was even more boring then it is now. I was living in an apartment on the backside of a house. Any time I have ever lived in an apartment I have lived in the backside of the house. I have lived in three apartments in my lifetime so I guess I haven’t set any records in that competition. This was the time my husband was called back to active duty during the Korean Conflict. He was stationed in Japan and I was stationed in Yakima in a backside apartment. I had a nine-month-old son. The landlord and her family lived in the front apartment. Her name was Lorraine. I have had two very good friends in my life named Lorraine. Just thought I’d throw that in. This Lorraine was a few years older and we spent a lot of time sitting in the lawn chairs under the shade tree by the side of the house sipping ice tea. We discussed everything under the sun, but that was about all there was to do. I was very upset when she told me one day that they were moving and would rent out their apartment to somebody. Who am I going to talk to now? I’ll just write more letters. Now I was writing letters to my husband and my family in Oklahoma. I should have been stationed in Oklahoma during that time, but things have a way of never working out the way you would like.
Things perked up when the new neighbors moved in. It was a couple my age with four feral kids. Her husband worked and she stayed home with the kids. We now had noise and kids running amok all over the place. She was a deplorable housekeeper so she didn’t spend any time doing housework. We packed up the kids in her car and took off. ‘Stay home’ was a concept she had never heard of.
We saw everything in this town. We saw everything in this town more then once. We would take a lunch and go to the river so the kids could play. Sometimes we invaded the park and go swimming in the pool. We went to movies and the library. I wasn’t bored any longer. I almost forgot that I had a husband overseas. Time moves on and you begin another chapter in your life. No two chapters are alike.
Till next time.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door.
The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger,
standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
"Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked his wife.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out
"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife.
"Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and
those two guys helped us?
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!
God loves drunk people too.
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing set," replied the drunk.