It's A Hobby

I am so glad I took the time to learn how to knit and crochet when I was in my youth, because I sure enjoy doing it now that I am in my antiquated years. I have a box full of baby blankets that I made. I’m still waiting for the Great Grand baby's to give them to. I sold a bunch of them on Ebay, but people are not in the market for baby blankets lately. I guess it’s not baby season yet. I became obsessed with making these funny little people and the other things. I down loaded a bunch of free patterns today from a website I found. So I can make a few more funny people and animals. If you are on my Christmas list you might get a weird gift from me. I’ll bet you’re excited with that news. It just dawned on me, I am exactly like my mother was in her old age. She made all kinds of things. I still have a cute little turtle that she made. The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree. It sure isn’t good blog weather and I need to get back to my crochet work.

Too Old to Cut the Mustard

The worst part about being old is being old. It just plain sucks. It’s not fun. I don’t care what George W Bush SR. said about parachuting out of an airplane. It’s not my idea of a good time. He thought the alternative was sitting in a corner drooling. I would rather be sitting in a corner drooling. Just putting the parachute on would have me so winded I would need a week to rest up. Nothing works right anymore. I hear people say that since they retired they just don’t have enough time in their day to do everything. It’s not that you have so much to do, you’ve slowed down so much it takes you ten times longer to do it. At least I’m too old to die young. Maybe this heat wave is getting me down. The weatherman said the unofficial temperature was 100 degree’s today. My thermometer said it was 109 in the shade this afternoon. It might be off a degree or two, but it’s not off that much. My petunia’s just looked fried. This heat is supposed to hang around for a few days. Too bad we can’t store some of it up for next winter.

My Visitors

This is my Greatgrandson, AJ's new motorcycle.
AJ and his girl friend, Ashley

AJ and Ashley

Engagement Pictures

Note the bare ring finger
Now look at the ring finger

See the ring

Terry pulled this off perfectly and caught Laura totally off guard. Her Dad was in on the scheme so he announced that he was going to the top of the bridge to do something and Laura asked if she could go along and asked if Terry could come along too. This is at the very top of the Tacoma Narrows bridge. I think she is glad she invited Terry to come along.

Wordless Wednesday

My granddaughters taken in 1983
Cora, Molly and Emily
(not sure if I have the names in the right order)
Oh, I forgot to mention Santa Claus

Red Sunset

I just took this from my front door. It looks like a forest fire, but it's a sunset. A red sunset means it will be hot tomorrow.

Announcement

Laura, Dennis, Katie
One day Daddy is reading the comics to them, and all of
a sudden they are all grown up.

Laura and Terry announce

their engagement !!

My granddaughter number six. I wish her and Terry much happiness.

Medical Update

Rodney went home from the hospital last night. He may not be feeling like a million dollars yet, but at least he is well enough to leave the hospital. We are all very thankful for that.

Medical Update

A short little update on Rodney. He is much better and may come home tomorrow. The diagnosis is probably what saved him. Once they started treating him for Legionaries, he started improving.

Are You A Fruit Picker?

This is another pet peeve of mine. I live in the middle of Fruit Land USA, but do you think I can find any locally grown fruit that is ripe. Nectarines, peaches and apricots look ripe, but I haven’t found any yet that is ripe. Why can’t they let it get ripe before they pick it. People say, just let it set a day or two and it will ripen. It taint so. It will get softer, but not riper. Sometimes the pit will not even come out without major surgery. I would think they would sell a lot more fruit if people were satisfied with it. I refuse to keep wasting money on fruit that ends up in garbage. It’s like trying to pick the winning ticket. It’s the same way with cantaloupe. I guess there is an art to picking out melons that are just right. Sometimes they are delicious and other times hard as a rock. I sure don’t have a knack for choosing the right one. I see people smelling them and tapping them and I wonder if they get good results. Are you a good fruit picker? I don’t mean out of the orchard, but out of the store.

Medical Update

Rodney has been diagnosed with Legionnaires' disease. Now that he is getting treatment for the disease he should start improving. Carol must have had a milder case of it. At least she didn't get pneumonia, but she is still not feeling up to par. They may have contacted it through the air conditioning at the Hotel that they stayed in during the family reunion trip. They didn't stay in the same room and they seem to be the only ones in the family that caught it.
The Hotel was in Texarkana, Arkansas in case you want to book a room there. I don't know the name of the Hotel.

Prayer Request

My nephew, Rodney, is very sick. He is 39 years old, married with three teenage children. He is hospitalized in Stillwater, Ok. He had attended a family reunion in another city. I’m not sure where it was exactly, but he and his mother caught a Bacterial Infection. His mother is my sister, Carol. She was treated and is okay now, but Rodney is not doing so well. He has diabetes, which doesn’t help. It starts with a temperature and terrible sweats and then they get very dehydrated. His has developed into double pneumonia. We are very worried about him. Please remember him in your prayers.

Top Rooster

Top Rooster

An accident is an accident. If it's not an accident, it means it was done on purpose.

Who is going to fall off of a ladder on purpose?

Whose fault is it? It always has to be the fault of somebody. We pay for the insurance and it should pay for accidents. Why should it matter if it happens to the person living on the property or if it happens to Santa Claus trying to go down the chimney? I bet they wouldn't even pay Santa Claus. The insurance companies rule the roost. If you file a claim they have the right to cancel your insurance or raise your rates. That discourages most of us from even filing a claim. Well, guess who thought up that rule. The Top Rooster at the insurance company.

Live and Learn

I am such an ignoramus when it comes to insurance. Of course the insurance company is not going to pay for somebody's injury unless the injured person has the insurance. If he were my guest then they might consider it. Live and learn. I'm still living and I'm still learning.

They didn't teach insurance in school. Maybe they need a class called "Insurance" .

Sudden Understanding

Kenny about 54 years ago

Kenny, my son, fell off of a ladder last week. He was trimming the vines off of the house because it has a trellis type roof over the carport and the vines take over and have to be trimmed. It was time for the trimming. Those vines are like Jack’s bean stock. They go on the roof and wrap around the chimney and on the other side they try to reach the neighbor’s roof. They have beautiful purple flowers when they bloom so it is a beauty to behold but really a nuisance.

Anyway the ladder slipped and he had a great fall. He didn’t break bones so he didn’t go get medical treatment that day. By the next day the pain had set in and since Chris was at her job I took him to emergency. Our hospital is noted for it’s long waits in emergency so we decided he would call me when he got out. I had an errand to do so I left him. That time it only took them 20 minutes to send him home. I was nowhere to be found. He found another ride.

Today he called and wanted to go back to emergency because he was in unbearable pain. We were escorted to the bone room. All the other rooms were already filled. I knew it would probably be that way because on my way over there I saw an ambulance screeching toward the hospital and a fire truck going another direction with the sirens screaming. We waited and had plenty of time to catch up on all the latest family gossip and that sort of thing, we discussed all the stuff in the room. Crutches, bandages, and every medical thing you can think of. The nurse said they call it the Bone room. After 3 hours Chris came up and I left. He was getting X-rays at that point. He was there another hour. They discussed an MRI so I suppose there will be a lot of expense.
I own the house and a few years ago when I applied for insurance, the insurance company wouldn’t issue insurance until the vines were trimmed. I think it kind of ironic the first claim filed will be because of somebody climbing on a ladder trimming the vines.
They will probably kick me off of the insurance, maybe the cute little lizard will sell me some insurance.

Sudden Understanding

How Did It Happen?

" How did it happen"? the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man’s broken leg. "well, doc, 25 years ago…" "Never mind the past! Tell me how you broke your leg this morning." "Like I was saying…25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I’d gone to bed, the farmer’s beautiful daughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted. I said, "No, everything is fine." "Are you sure?" she asked. "I’m sure." I said. "Isn't there anything I can do for you???" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not," I replied.
"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What the hell does this story have to do with your broken leg?!?!?" "Well, this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
　

Rest in Peace

Starling

There is a bird called Starling
A pooping little pest he is
He will dive bomb your car
And leave a deposit

Whether you like it or not

I saw him flying straight for my car
And as he went out of sight
I saw him high fiveing his friends

This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care
I would like to write another verse

Here lies Starling
He pooped his best
He pooped his last
Rest in Peace

Pearls of Wisdom

I don’t know about you, but I am so happy Sarah Palin has retired herself from the position of governor of Alaska. It’s not that I don’t like the lady, I think she is beautiful and dresses very well. That is about all I know about her, but I am so sick of hearing her name over and over. It must be a dull news day because they keep bringing her name up. If she no longer wants to be tall hog at the trough just let it go.

Michael Jackson was a saint and I wasn’t aware of that either until he died. He has a million worshippers coming out of the woodwork to grieve his loss. I have nothing against him either, but if I had known how fabulous he was, I would have made more of an effort to attend one of his concerts. Now it’s too late.

Ingenuity

I don't have anything to blog about so I have decided to use an email I sent to my Son-In-Law.
This is serious stuff.


Hi SIL,

Thanks for the money. It came yesterday and I cashed it today. I am so happy to get it. I should be paying you for all the things you have done for me.
Before I start sounding too mushy here I want to tell you that the lock on the gate no longer works and I may need to hire another handy man. JUST KIDDING !!!!

I'm not kidding about the part about it not working. I discovered the gate standing wide open and when I closed it, the lock will not hold the latchie thingie or whatever it's called. I cannot see one solitary thing wrong with it. It looks perfect, but it does not work at all. So I am back to putting the meat thermometer in it to hold it shut. Did I ever tell you that a long time ago before you fixed it, I was using the meat thermometer to hold the lock shut, one of those meter readers said to me, "another use for a meat thermometer, I like that". It was a woman meter reader and us women are smart about such things. It's sort of like using a butter knife for a screw driver sort of thing. Men just don't do things that way and I'm pretty positive an engineer, such as yourself, would not even consider it.

Looks like I just wrote my next post for my blog. LOL.

Tanks again,
MIL/MOM