It's been a while since I have had the opportunity to blog and as I was waking up today my mind was on all the Christmas shopping that is left to do.
I know that for most people in this world they finish their shopping well in advance and each year I have good intentions of being just like the norm, however in my world there always seems to be interruptions that stop the process. I thought that I would take the time to share some of my shopping experiences with you.
I usually like to have a shopping list but some years there seems to be no good ideas, so when I go to do the Christmas shopping it becomes a hunt. That is a very dangerous things for me because in the hunt I seem to find things that I need and often they seem like buys that I can't pass up.
A number of years ago, when my children were just getting to the age where they had their own money with which to shop it never cross my mind that they may shop for me. That was my first year of making the shopping blooper of buying something that was to good to pass by. My kids faces dropped when I got home and revealed the find of lifetime. A little while later they approached me and asked me if I would mind not buying anything more before Christmas. I felt terrible and have never made that blunder again until this year. I just bought myself pj's that are just the greatest. That was one of my list items so I am sure hoping that no one thought of, or saw the great buy that these were. If any of you have done so that's okay, I'd love to have pj's and could still use one more pair.
Lists are the most important part of Christmas shopping. Well this year has been hopeless. I have already given two kids their gifts because they were going to make the Christmas blooper and buy the item just before Christmas. So what's a person to do but give it early. It now makes me feel like I have not completed the shopping thing. I can't imagine what it will be like to open gifts without everyone having at least one big gift. So, my hunt goes on.
P.S.
Since I started this blog on Dec. 20th, we have opened gifts and guess what? You guessed it, I almost made two bloopers this year. My pj's were #1 and the almost #2 was my Tim Horton's coffee maker. I had this item on my list thinking that no one would give it to me and guess what, my kids did.
We didn't celebrate our Christmas til today, Dec. 29, because all the kids were away for the 25th. In that time while they were away we had company staying and everyday that they were here, which was every day til today, I planned to go out and buy my coffee maker. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that the line in Timmy's is so long that the wait goes on forever. With so much happening each day I couldn't take the time to wait in line. (My company had to have coffee from my substandard coffee maker.) I had a good chuckle when I opened my gift and there was my coffee maker. All I could think of was that I almost made the Christmas blooper two times this year.
By the way, my Christmas turned out to be one of the best. Next year I am hoping to have my list so that my hunting will be just for those who I love and not for me. Hope your Christmas hunting was successful and that your Christmas was great.
I hope to catch up with you again in the next few days, if not "Happy New Year!"
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Reader's Digest or a Novel?
I have come to realize as I have been posting these last few times that I am becoming a novel in my posts.
Around our house we have this saying that when you go on and on about the details of something, you are giving the novel version of the topic. This came about when my Hubby one day was listening to me tell what ever was utmost important to me that particular day and stopped me in the middle to ask, "could you give me the Reader's Digest version and not a novel? I have things that I have to get done." Since that time it has been a part of how we assess a persons personality.
I am a novel and like to have all the details plus feelings and anything that may have led up to that important moment. I like to know all and when I tell things tend to think that others would like my novel version as well. My Hubby, on the other hand is a Reader's Digest version. He likes to get all the facts in the condensed version of what ever is happening. He likes to solve problems and the facts will give him all the info he needs to get the job done.
So I find myself wondering if those of you who take the time to read these blogs are Reader Digists or Novels? I'd love to know.
Around our house we have this saying that when you go on and on about the details of something, you are giving the novel version of the topic. This came about when my Hubby one day was listening to me tell what ever was utmost important to me that particular day and stopped me in the middle to ask, "could you give me the Reader's Digest version and not a novel? I have things that I have to get done." Since that time it has been a part of how we assess a persons personality.
I am a novel and like to have all the details plus feelings and anything that may have led up to that important moment. I like to know all and when I tell things tend to think that others would like my novel version as well. My Hubby, on the other hand is a Reader's Digest version. He likes to get all the facts in the condensed version of what ever is happening. He likes to solve problems and the facts will give him all the info he needs to get the job done.
So I find myself wondering if those of you who take the time to read these blogs are Reader Digists or Novels? I'd love to know.
Monday, December 10, 2007
"Deck The Halls"
I thought that it would be appropriate to follow "Oh Christmas Tree" with this topic of decorating the halls of our homes for the most exciting time of year.
I don't know about you but for me Christmas is my favorite time. It is the time when I get the warm fuzzies and my emotional side tends to show up. I work hard to get the atmosphere just right. I have my little villages that I set up and different ornaments that help to give that feeling of kicking back and sinking into a stress free time of the year.
Here is the funny part of that last statement. "Stress free". The actual days of Christmas break are mostly stress free for me but the decking of the halls are not. I must say that this year it has gone well so far but it hasn't always been that way.
Most families have their traditions around decorating the Christmas Tree. Well, so do we. Ours has always been a family thing. We decorate the tree on the Sunday as close to the beginning of Dec. that will fit our schedule. When the kids were home we would go out and pick out our tree from the tree lot. (No traipsing through the forest for us. We did try that one year and found that we didn't like the cold that much, besides we also don't have an eye for sizing.) It would then unthaw for a couple of days and when that next available day hit we would decorate in the late afternoon, early evening. We then topped the evening off by watching the old Alastair Sim movie "A Christmas Carol". That was a family tradition. The decking of the tree was always interesting. Hubby would put the star and lights on first, then the kids and I would join in with the decorations. The finishing touch to the tree was the tinsel. Hubby would insist that it be put on one strand at a time. (What he doesn't know is that I would do the back of the tree and speed up the process up by increasing the numbers, moving around the tree as he moved so that we were always opposite.) Anyway, when it was done we would stand back turn off all the lights and admire our handy work. The joke for the rest of the season was that Mom was always poking in the tree and fixing things.
For a number of years now we have been without kids. They all grew up and left us so now the tradition is left to, you guessed it, Hubby and I. As a matter of fact it is mostly I. Somehow as the years have progressed I've become a little pickier about how the tree looks.
Last year it took me about 6 hrs. to get the 400 or so lights just right. It started out with Hubby and I doing it together and when he got frustrated with me fixing his efforts, he gave up. I was working away, grumbling about how I don't like putting on lights when I realized that I was alone and there on the couch was Hubby sound asleep. That does absolutely nothing for the warm fuzzies. Well, we did get the job done and that tree was absolutely beautiful. What we came to realize was that although we think that doing the tree is a special tradition we have changed with our tastes on what is acceptable for a tree to look like. I a little pickier and Hubby a little more relaxed. That adds a little more tension to the process, thus making the heart warming feelings a little less visible.
This is the reason that I was out looking for the perfect tree this year. One that was artificial, full enough to not see through, and had lights already in it. It worked, and you will be pleased to know that the decking of the tree this year was much more fun and alot less stressful because the lights were not an issue.
I am almost done creating the "Christmas Cheer" inside the house. All that is left is the downstairs tree in the family room. One job that I tackle by myself because Hubby thinks that one tree is enough of the warm fuzzies. It's all he can take each year. I, on the other hand, feel like I need a decorated tree in the family room because we spend so much of our time there. I love the feel that colored lights on a tree give the room.
So, I will go about my merry way and continue to "Deck the halls......." and attempt to get just the right atmosphere so that for a few days it will feel like Christmas, and when it is all over will be glad that I took the time.
I sure hope that you are having fun decking your halls and creating "Christmas Cheer" in your homes.
I don't know about you but for me Christmas is my favorite time. It is the time when I get the warm fuzzies and my emotional side tends to show up. I work hard to get the atmosphere just right. I have my little villages that I set up and different ornaments that help to give that feeling of kicking back and sinking into a stress free time of the year.
Here is the funny part of that last statement. "Stress free". The actual days of Christmas break are mostly stress free for me but the decking of the halls are not. I must say that this year it has gone well so far but it hasn't always been that way.
Most families have their traditions around decorating the Christmas Tree. Well, so do we. Ours has always been a family thing. We decorate the tree on the Sunday as close to the beginning of Dec. that will fit our schedule. When the kids were home we would go out and pick out our tree from the tree lot. (No traipsing through the forest for us. We did try that one year and found that we didn't like the cold that much, besides we also don't have an eye for sizing.) It would then unthaw for a couple of days and when that next available day hit we would decorate in the late afternoon, early evening. We then topped the evening off by watching the old Alastair Sim movie "A Christmas Carol". That was a family tradition. The decking of the tree was always interesting. Hubby would put the star and lights on first, then the kids and I would join in with the decorations. The finishing touch to the tree was the tinsel. Hubby would insist that it be put on one strand at a time. (What he doesn't know is that I would do the back of the tree and speed up the process up by increasing the numbers, moving around the tree as he moved so that we were always opposite.) Anyway, when it was done we would stand back turn off all the lights and admire our handy work. The joke for the rest of the season was that Mom was always poking in the tree and fixing things.
For a number of years now we have been without kids. They all grew up and left us so now the tradition is left to, you guessed it, Hubby and I. As a matter of fact it is mostly I. Somehow as the years have progressed I've become a little pickier about how the tree looks.
Last year it took me about 6 hrs. to get the 400 or so lights just right. It started out with Hubby and I doing it together and when he got frustrated with me fixing his efforts, he gave up. I was working away, grumbling about how I don't like putting on lights when I realized that I was alone and there on the couch was Hubby sound asleep. That does absolutely nothing for the warm fuzzies. Well, we did get the job done and that tree was absolutely beautiful. What we came to realize was that although we think that doing the tree is a special tradition we have changed with our tastes on what is acceptable for a tree to look like. I a little pickier and Hubby a little more relaxed. That adds a little more tension to the process, thus making the heart warming feelings a little less visible.
This is the reason that I was out looking for the perfect tree this year. One that was artificial, full enough to not see through, and had lights already in it. It worked, and you will be pleased to know that the decking of the tree this year was much more fun and alot less stressful because the lights were not an issue.
I am almost done creating the "Christmas Cheer" inside the house. All that is left is the downstairs tree in the family room. One job that I tackle by myself because Hubby thinks that one tree is enough of the warm fuzzies. It's all he can take each year. I, on the other hand, feel like I need a decorated tree in the family room because we spend so much of our time there. I love the feel that colored lights on a tree give the room.
So, I will go about my merry way and continue to "Deck the halls......." and attempt to get just the right atmosphere so that for a few days it will feel like Christmas, and when it is all over will be glad that I took the time.
I sure hope that you are having fun decking your halls and creating "Christmas Cheer" in your homes.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
"Oh Christmas Tree"
I don't know about you but I have a thing about the perfect Christmas tree. I realize that it is impossible to get that right but in my head there exists the perfect tree.
When our children were at home we always had real trees and they always looked like Charlie Browns Christmas Trees. One year I had to lengthen the string on the ornaments so that they could hang far enough down to hid the missing branches. Once we even had to turn the tree so that the back wouldn't show because there really wasn't much tree there. We did manage to put a few ornaments on that back side so that it gave the illusion from the front that there was a full tree. Anyway, there I'm off topic, this is about buying the right tree. The decorating will probably be a later blog cause that in and of itself is quite a feat.
We have been having an artificial tree for quite a few years. It happened the year we left our Christmas tree buying til the last possible moment and all the choice we had was from about 4 trees in our price range. They were really sticks with a few branches and the weather had been so warm that year that most of the pine needles had fallen off. In fact, they we ready to start taking on the brownish hue that happens after they've been in your house for a couple of weeks and managed to dry out a few times. WELL, that is when my dear hubby broke down and bought us this beautiful expensive artificial tree. The artificial trees had been bought out as well, no options of anything cheaper. What we don't do for Christmas. But Christmas isn't Christmas without a tree.
We have enjoyed our fake tree for many years now and this year I felt that it was time to move on to something new. There were two reasons for this decision; the light issue and the fact that when I fluff the branches they are falling off. You guessed it, we were moving into the Charlie Brown nightmare again.
I decided to replace both the upstairs and the downstairs trees. In my hunt I came across one in a store and I ordered one off the catalogue site. Well, here's the skinny on what I found. You should only buy the ones that you can see so that you know what you are getting.
Tree #1: Looked pretty good but I could still see the center pole. Has 450 colored lights threaded in and costs under $100.00. This is very good news for my basement.
Tree #2: Looks more real with the needles but I can see the centre pole. It has 550 color lights threaded through but there are holes everywhere. This tree may be brighter than tree #1 but it is 3 times the cost.
As you can imagine, tree #2 is back in its box and will shortly be on it way back home to the warehouse, where ever that may be.
On a side note, I can imagine that our neighbours must really wonder about us. I didn't pull the blinds closed because the trees were set up and back against the window. There we were with our two trees, lights a blazing, in our living room and our neighbours probably thinking "over kill".
Anyway, I'm on my way to see if there is another tree that is a little fuller, artificial, lighted with color lights, and at least 1/2 the price of tree #2.
Wish me luck! If you have not found your perfect tree yet, here's to your hunt. Cheers!
By the way if you are successful in finding the perfect tree please let me know how you did it. And if you find yourself in the same dilemma that I'm in, it would be comforting to know that you are out there, experiencing the pressure of getting Christmas just right.
"Oh Christmas Tree...Oh Christmas Tree...la la la la la la la la."
When our children were at home we always had real trees and they always looked like Charlie Browns Christmas Trees. One year I had to lengthen the string on the ornaments so that they could hang far enough down to hid the missing branches. Once we even had to turn the tree so that the back wouldn't show because there really wasn't much tree there. We did manage to put a few ornaments on that back side so that it gave the illusion from the front that there was a full tree. Anyway, there I'm off topic, this is about buying the right tree. The decorating will probably be a later blog cause that in and of itself is quite a feat.
We have been having an artificial tree for quite a few years. It happened the year we left our Christmas tree buying til the last possible moment and all the choice we had was from about 4 trees in our price range. They were really sticks with a few branches and the weather had been so warm that year that most of the pine needles had fallen off. In fact, they we ready to start taking on the brownish hue that happens after they've been in your house for a couple of weeks and managed to dry out a few times. WELL, that is when my dear hubby broke down and bought us this beautiful expensive artificial tree. The artificial trees had been bought out as well, no options of anything cheaper. What we don't do for Christmas. But Christmas isn't Christmas without a tree.
We have enjoyed our fake tree for many years now and this year I felt that it was time to move on to something new. There were two reasons for this decision; the light issue and the fact that when I fluff the branches they are falling off. You guessed it, we were moving into the Charlie Brown nightmare again.
I decided to replace both the upstairs and the downstairs trees. In my hunt I came across one in a store and I ordered one off the catalogue site. Well, here's the skinny on what I found. You should only buy the ones that you can see so that you know what you are getting.
Tree #1: Looked pretty good but I could still see the center pole. Has 450 colored lights threaded in and costs under $100.00. This is very good news for my basement.
Tree #2: Looks more real with the needles but I can see the centre pole. It has 550 color lights threaded through but there are holes everywhere. This tree may be brighter than tree #1 but it is 3 times the cost.
As you can imagine, tree #2 is back in its box and will shortly be on it way back home to the warehouse, where ever that may be.
On a side note, I can imagine that our neighbours must really wonder about us. I didn't pull the blinds closed because the trees were set up and back against the window. There we were with our two trees, lights a blazing, in our living room and our neighbours probably thinking "over kill".
Anyway, I'm on my way to see if there is another tree that is a little fuller, artificial, lighted with color lights, and at least 1/2 the price of tree #2.
Wish me luck! If you have not found your perfect tree yet, here's to your hunt. Cheers!
By the way if you are successful in finding the perfect tree please let me know how you did it. And if you find yourself in the same dilemma that I'm in, it would be comforting to know that you are out there, experiencing the pressure of getting Christmas just right.
"Oh Christmas Tree...Oh Christmas Tree...la la la la la la la la."
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Hey, Cinderella
Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden who had an ugly schedule that made her do all the chores and never let her out of the house. Then one day she got the chance to go to the ball but because of all the work she had to do she didn't find time to get ready until the very last minute. In the rush of the moment Cinderella grabbed her dress and shoes and ran to the ball so she could help put on the finishing touches to the evening. As she bustled around the room adding just the perfect touch to the already beautiful room, she looked down and noticed that she had two different shoes. One black, one blue. Horrified at the situation and what others would think when they realized how unaccustomed she was to such occasions she started to panic, and then rather than cry she saw the humor in this situation. Giggling to herself she realized that she needed a prince to come and present the matching shoe that would make her a real princess.
So, getting on her trusty cell phone (thank goodness for technology) she roamed the city for a prince with a little red car that could come and rescue her. Realizing that it may be hard for the prince to find this elusive shoe Cinderella engaged the help of the prince's trusted aid, who being female understood what a shoe of that color and style would look like.
Cinderella hoped the prince would come quickly bringing the shoe that would fit her foot, thus, showing the world that underneath the plain ordinary look of this "chore maid" there really did exist a princess.
When the prince came along and let her slip that blue shoe on her foot there was no doubt that she could then face all those at the ball with confidence. No more stooping so her dress would cover her unmatched feet. No more walking past guests quickly hoping that they wouldn't look down and see just how inexperienced she really was at preparing her attire for such a ball. It was a moment in which Cinderella could hold her head high and walk with confidence, knowing that the night would turn out just right. And so it did.
Cinderella thanked the prince for coming to her rescue and for rescuing her again when later she found herself the victim in another situation. She had nowhere to turn and the gallant prince flew on swift feet to rescue the moment.
To this prince of the ball, Cinderella will forever be grateful and she will love him forever, as only a mother could. The gratitude will be in her heart for as long as she lives. It will please you to know that Cinderella lived happily ever after because of the prince's selfless heart.
And that is "THE END" of the story.
Isn't it nice to know that in our lives there are princes that come and rescue us. They may not be the prince you marry and they may not always be a man, but there are times in all our lives where we all need to have a prince to get us out of those awkward moments that we find ourselves in.
How about you, have you had a Cinderella experience?
So, getting on her trusty cell phone (thank goodness for technology) she roamed the city for a prince with a little red car that could come and rescue her. Realizing that it may be hard for the prince to find this elusive shoe Cinderella engaged the help of the prince's trusted aid, who being female understood what a shoe of that color and style would look like.
Cinderella hoped the prince would come quickly bringing the shoe that would fit her foot, thus, showing the world that underneath the plain ordinary look of this "chore maid" there really did exist a princess.
When the prince came along and let her slip that blue shoe on her foot there was no doubt that she could then face all those at the ball with confidence. No more stooping so her dress would cover her unmatched feet. No more walking past guests quickly hoping that they wouldn't look down and see just how inexperienced she really was at preparing her attire for such a ball. It was a moment in which Cinderella could hold her head high and walk with confidence, knowing that the night would turn out just right. And so it did.
Cinderella thanked the prince for coming to her rescue and for rescuing her again when later she found herself the victim in another situation. She had nowhere to turn and the gallant prince flew on swift feet to rescue the moment.
To this prince of the ball, Cinderella will forever be grateful and she will love him forever, as only a mother could. The gratitude will be in her heart for as long as she lives. It will please you to know that Cinderella lived happily ever after because of the prince's selfless heart.
And that is "THE END" of the story.
Isn't it nice to know that in our lives there are princes that come and rescue us. They may not be the prince you marry and they may not always be a man, but there are times in all our lives where we all need to have a prince to get us out of those awkward moments that we find ourselves in.
How about you, have you had a Cinderella experience?
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
What not to wear
Today I have a banquet to go to and as happens to all of us women the question is "What do I wear?"
I have fanned through the closet and although it is full I can't find anything to wear. I did manage to find a black pair of dress pants and I think a jacket that might work but no top. So now I have to go out and buy something that will complete this outfit. Have you ever noticed that for most of us women we always end up having to buy something for a special event?
If you have ever watched the show "What Not To Wear" you will understand the dilemma that I'm in. There are times that I have watched and thought how do they come up with the outfits that are supposed to be so much better than what they were wearing. In all fairness to the show, most of the time they improve the persons wardrobe. I appreciate that they will tell people to cover up that which shouldn't be seen by the public, but there are times I think that the outfits don't make an improvement.
Anyway, all that to say that it has made me realize that I don't have much style sense. I tend to stay in the same old groove of "blend in" with the same classic cut lines and things that cover me up to the point where there is no shape. I stay with the neutral colors of black and white, brown and cream and once in a while I splash it up with a little color that I tame down with a jacket or sweater.
If you read my blog on "color my world" you can see that with this style of mine it is pretty hard to get the "WOW" factor into my life. So here I am this morning all stressed out with what to wear tonight and hoping desperately that when it is all said and done people in the room will not be thinking about signing me up for the show "What Not To Wear". I will probably blend into the room, but I will be comfortable and happy not to stand out.
So wish me luck on my hunt to find "what you should wear".
I have fanned through the closet and although it is full I can't find anything to wear. I did manage to find a black pair of dress pants and I think a jacket that might work but no top. So now I have to go out and buy something that will complete this outfit. Have you ever noticed that for most of us women we always end up having to buy something for a special event?
If you have ever watched the show "What Not To Wear" you will understand the dilemma that I'm in. There are times that I have watched and thought how do they come up with the outfits that are supposed to be so much better than what they were wearing. In all fairness to the show, most of the time they improve the persons wardrobe. I appreciate that they will tell people to cover up that which shouldn't be seen by the public, but there are times I think that the outfits don't make an improvement.
Anyway, all that to say that it has made me realize that I don't have much style sense. I tend to stay in the same old groove of "blend in" with the same classic cut lines and things that cover me up to the point where there is no shape. I stay with the neutral colors of black and white, brown and cream and once in a while I splash it up with a little color that I tame down with a jacket or sweater.
If you read my blog on "color my world" you can see that with this style of mine it is pretty hard to get the "WOW" factor into my life. So here I am this morning all stressed out with what to wear tonight and hoping desperately that when it is all said and done people in the room will not be thinking about signing me up for the show "What Not To Wear". I will probably blend into the room, but I will be comfortable and happy not to stand out.
So wish me luck on my hunt to find "what you should wear".
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Color my world
I'm amazed at how some people can pick color combinations that I would never think to pick, and the combinations look great.
I've always wanted to be one of those people that could just look at things and put them together and have the world go "WOW". In my world that is not how it is, but in my imagination that is how I would like it to be. The reason I would like it that way is then all the worry would be off when painting or decorating or getting dressed for what ever event we are going to that is way out of my comfort zone. I know this may seem vain but there it is.
It really shouldn't matter what other people think and for the most part I can live with it, but then there are those times that I would like to hear that three letter word "WOW".
Wouldn't you like to be like that?
Come on, of course you would. It really isn't about vanity but about self assurance and acceptance and anxiety relief.
Anyway, I am helping my daughter-in-law paint in their house and she is one of those people that can put color together that makes you go "Wow". (It really is a gift.) Even if they aren't your colors you still can appreciate the combinations.
Well, my one consolation is that my daughter-in-law is close enough to help me get it right when it comes to "coloring my world".
I've always wanted to be one of those people that could just look at things and put them together and have the world go "WOW". In my world that is not how it is, but in my imagination that is how I would like it to be. The reason I would like it that way is then all the worry would be off when painting or decorating or getting dressed for what ever event we are going to that is way out of my comfort zone. I know this may seem vain but there it is.
It really shouldn't matter what other people think and for the most part I can live with it, but then there are those times that I would like to hear that three letter word "WOW".
Wouldn't you like to be like that?
Come on, of course you would. It really isn't about vanity but about self assurance and acceptance and anxiety relief.
Anyway, I am helping my daughter-in-law paint in their house and she is one of those people that can put color together that makes you go "Wow". (It really is a gift.) Even if they aren't your colors you still can appreciate the combinations.
Well, my one consolation is that my daughter-in-law is close enough to help me get it right when it comes to "coloring my world".
Friday, November 9, 2007
Just loving it
Don't you just love it when someone tells you that you are the greatest.
Well, that is happening to me and it feels wonderful. I'm still looking after the boys, my grandsons, and although they keep me busy they are great for the self-esteem. There is nothing better then when they put their little arms around me and say "Grandma you are the greatest grandma ever." What's funny is that I don't have to even do much of anything, just make them feel good. Like make their sandwich, which they think at that moment is their favorite, or tuck them in at night and sing that little lullaby that their Mom sings to them. I get the words wrong but they tell me how great I did even though it wasn't quite the same as Mom's. I think one of my biggest smiles came when I got the movie to work in the van. (For me quite a feat seeings that I am electronically challenged.) Or the playstation turned on with the multiple remotes. (It's acually is a little embarrassing to have to ask my 5 year old grandson to show me how and he can do it.) Anyway, it is doing my heart good to feel so loved.
I know that this is one of those short lived things. They will grow and natually they will then marvel at how I will continue to manage in this world with the little I am able to do. They may even worry if I'll be able to get the TV turned on or figure the stereo out. ( Now I know that if my sons are reading this they are thinking "she can't do that now". And I know your right, but although I'm slow I still eventually get it. So enough out of you two. LOL) They will wonder how I manage without a blackberry or what ever they're called. And wonder why I don't get an updated cell phone, if they even exist by then. This is the cirle of life and although I'm not looking forward it, it will happen and all to soon.
But, for now, I just wanted to let you know that for the last couple of days and maybe still another few I am "the greatest grandma" for this little world and I'm loving it.
Well, that is happening to me and it feels wonderful. I'm still looking after the boys, my grandsons, and although they keep me busy they are great for the self-esteem. There is nothing better then when they put their little arms around me and say "Grandma you are the greatest grandma ever." What's funny is that I don't have to even do much of anything, just make them feel good. Like make their sandwich, which they think at that moment is their favorite, or tuck them in at night and sing that little lullaby that their Mom sings to them. I get the words wrong but they tell me how great I did even though it wasn't quite the same as Mom's. I think one of my biggest smiles came when I got the movie to work in the van. (For me quite a feat seeings that I am electronically challenged.) Or the playstation turned on with the multiple remotes. (It's acually is a little embarrassing to have to ask my 5 year old grandson to show me how and he can do it.) Anyway, it is doing my heart good to feel so loved.
I know that this is one of those short lived things. They will grow and natually they will then marvel at how I will continue to manage in this world with the little I am able to do. They may even worry if I'll be able to get the TV turned on or figure the stereo out. ( Now I know that if my sons are reading this they are thinking "she can't do that now". And I know your right, but although I'm slow I still eventually get it. So enough out of you two. LOL) They will wonder how I manage without a blackberry or what ever they're called. And wonder why I don't get an updated cell phone, if they even exist by then. This is the cirle of life and although I'm not looking forward it, it will happen and all to soon.
But, for now, I just wanted to let you know that for the last couple of days and maybe still another few I am "the greatest grandma" for this little world and I'm loving it.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
"She's a Hotty"
I can hear you saying "who is a hotty"?
The answer to that is "I am a hotty".
How did I come to this conclusion? The story goes like this:
My hubby is the most adoring husband that there is and that is great. It keeps us happy. He decided one day a long time ago that the grandchildren should learn the phrase "Grandma is a hotty". This is very flaturing coming from my hubby because he thinks I'm a real catch. Yes, I can hear you thinking poor guy but the truth is that is how he feels. I don't know why and I don't get it but there it is and it makes our marriage a happy and secure one. Anyway, when hubby asks the kids "what is grandma" and they reply "Grandma is a hotty" it makes us laugh. (There are exceptions to that, like when they are running through church saying "Grandma is hotty", that is embarrassing.) The reality is that although my hubby thinks that I'm a hotty I do realize that in the real world that is simply not true.
Well today, I am a hotty. Yes, as young as I am, I am experiencing the dreaded heat that comes with age. HOT FLASHES! If this heat wave does not end soon, I may go crazy. And I mean wave because they just hit me full force like a wave in the ocean. I end up just as wet, it's just missing the refreshing part. Anyway, today and actually for the last 2 days I have become a hotty and let me tell you "it's no great shakes". If this is the only hotty I'm going to experience, and I'm positive that it is, then I think that I'll just pass. Some things are just over rated.
What about you. Are you a hotty or are you a "Hotty"?
The answer to that is "I am a hotty".
How did I come to this conclusion? The story goes like this:
My hubby is the most adoring husband that there is and that is great. It keeps us happy. He decided one day a long time ago that the grandchildren should learn the phrase "Grandma is a hotty". This is very flaturing coming from my hubby because he thinks I'm a real catch. Yes, I can hear you thinking poor guy but the truth is that is how he feels. I don't know why and I don't get it but there it is and it makes our marriage a happy and secure one. Anyway, when hubby asks the kids "what is grandma" and they reply "Grandma is a hotty" it makes us laugh. (There are exceptions to that, like when they are running through church saying "Grandma is hotty", that is embarrassing.) The reality is that although my hubby thinks that I'm a hotty I do realize that in the real world that is simply not true.
Well today, I am a hotty. Yes, as young as I am, I am experiencing the dreaded heat that comes with age. HOT FLASHES! If this heat wave does not end soon, I may go crazy. And I mean wave because they just hit me full force like a wave in the ocean. I end up just as wet, it's just missing the refreshing part. Anyway, today and actually for the last 2 days I have become a hotty and let me tell you "it's no great shakes". If this is the only hotty I'm going to experience, and I'm positive that it is, then I think that I'll just pass. Some things are just over rated.
What about you. Are you a hotty or are you a "Hotty"?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Who's been sleeping in my bed?
One of the things that I love is when I climb into bed and my body can't absorb the goodness of the sheets and my pillow smells so good it makes me sigh!. I lay there and rub my legs across the sheets and almost giggle with how good they feel. This is the perfect state in which to experience a bed. Of course, all of this can only take place when there is enough room.
Like most couples my hubby and I sleep together, he is usually in bed before me, so in order for me to experience the euphoria of my bed I have to enjoy it after he heads off to work at the wee hours of the morning. When he heads off I often hug his pillow and enjoy the feel of the bed and the opportunity to sprawl out.
Well, as you know we are looking after the boys and with them missing their Mom they are often finding their way into our bed. (This is something that as a grandma I love.)
This morning I got to experience more love than I could handle when at 6:30a.m., just after my hubby closed the door on his way to work I hear the baby cry. I thought if I just take him to bed with me then maybe he won't wake the other two. The joke turned out to be on me and within 5 mins. I found myself with a bed full of bodies and there was not much sleep going on. In fact there was alot of laughter and jostling from the little bodies that thought it was funny to try and be in one bed together. At least I'm assuming that was what was going through their minds seeings that not much dialogue was going on. The youngest was giggling away and that got the other two going. Well it didn't take long for me to find myself up getting breakfast. As a matter of fact, being the great grandma that I am I decided to get them watching TV and being quiet so that I could enjoy my bed. ( Their Mom has told me on occasion that she does this.) I'm not sure where I went wrong but they had their tummies full and their glass of chocolate milk (I am a grandma), I just nicely got back to my bed, got almost to the sigh and I hear "Grandma, Kolton is in my chair and won't get out." I'm thinking "what part of quietly watch TV did I miss". After sorting that out I climb back in bed, rub my leg across the sheets and think ahhh! this is the life. Then I hear "Grandma I want to lay in here with you."
So, here I am blogging, at just after 8:00 a.m., about my need for the comfort of my bed. It's the next best thing.
By the way, every morning as the door closes from my hubby on his way to work I find my bed filling with little bodies that steel my heart. So, I guess that for the next 7 sleeps or so it will be an adventure to see who will be sleeping in my bed?
Like most couples my hubby and I sleep together, he is usually in bed before me, so in order for me to experience the euphoria of my bed I have to enjoy it after he heads off to work at the wee hours of the morning. When he heads off I often hug his pillow and enjoy the feel of the bed and the opportunity to sprawl out.
Well, as you know we are looking after the boys and with them missing their Mom they are often finding their way into our bed. (This is something that as a grandma I love.)
This morning I got to experience more love than I could handle when at 6:30a.m., just after my hubby closed the door on his way to work I hear the baby cry. I thought if I just take him to bed with me then maybe he won't wake the other two. The joke turned out to be on me and within 5 mins. I found myself with a bed full of bodies and there was not much sleep going on. In fact there was alot of laughter and jostling from the little bodies that thought it was funny to try and be in one bed together. At least I'm assuming that was what was going through their minds seeings that not much dialogue was going on. The youngest was giggling away and that got the other two going. Well it didn't take long for me to find myself up getting breakfast. As a matter of fact, being the great grandma that I am I decided to get them watching TV and being quiet so that I could enjoy my bed. ( Their Mom has told me on occasion that she does this.) I'm not sure where I went wrong but they had their tummies full and their glass of chocolate milk (I am a grandma), I just nicely got back to my bed, got almost to the sigh and I hear "Grandma, Kolton is in my chair and won't get out." I'm thinking "what part of quietly watch TV did I miss". After sorting that out I climb back in bed, rub my leg across the sheets and think ahhh! this is the life. Then I hear "Grandma I want to lay in here with you."
So, here I am blogging, at just after 8:00 a.m., about my need for the comfort of my bed. It's the next best thing.
By the way, every morning as the door closes from my hubby on his way to work I find my bed filling with little bodies that steel my heart. So, I guess that for the next 7 sleeps or so it will be an adventure to see who will be sleeping in my bed?
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Out of the mouth of babes
This week I am babysitting my 3 grandsons. It has been a very interesting time and I can now appreciate the funny things that Shauna tells me about the boys, especially when they are talking amongst themselves. This is the conversation that happened a couple of days ago.
The boys parents are away for 12 days and we are in day #3, on our way to church, running a little ahead of schedule and so have to kill some time in the van. Benen is feeling sad that his Mom is not around and is shedding tears, so Connor the older brother decides that he will console Benen.
The conversation went like this:
Benen: "I want my Mom."
Connor: "It's okay Benen, Mommy is on a trip"
Benen (sobbing): "I need my Mom"
Connor: "It's okay, Mommy is in Costa Rica on a holiday"
Benen continues to sob and Connor is starting to feel a little sad.
Connor: "It's okay Benen. I'll share my treasures with you, okay?"
Benen: "Your treasures? Okay."
Connor: "Yeah my treasures. They are Mom and Dad and Kolten and you. Those are my treasures."
Isn't life like that, it's "out of the mouth of babes" that we are often reminded what is most important in life. Our best treasures.
Make sure you take some time today to appreciate you greatest treasures.
The boys parents are away for 12 days and we are in day #3, on our way to church, running a little ahead of schedule and so have to kill some time in the van. Benen is feeling sad that his Mom is not around and is shedding tears, so Connor the older brother decides that he will console Benen.
The conversation went like this:
Benen: "I want my Mom."
Connor: "It's okay Benen, Mommy is on a trip"
Benen (sobbing): "I need my Mom"
Connor: "It's okay, Mommy is in Costa Rica on a holiday"
Benen continues to sob and Connor is starting to feel a little sad.
Connor: "It's okay Benen. I'll share my treasures with you, okay?"
Benen: "Your treasures? Okay."
Connor: "Yeah my treasures. They are Mom and Dad and Kolten and you. Those are my treasures."
Isn't life like that, it's "out of the mouth of babes" that we are often reminded what is most important in life. Our best treasures.
Make sure you take some time today to appreciate you greatest treasures.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Let the Sun Shine Through
Why is it that you always put off doing the important things until you are forced to deal with them.
Today I'm washing windows on the outside of my house because winter is just around the corner, and I can't see out. I've had this panic feeling that if I don't get it done now it will be spring before I'll be able to see out or any light will be able to get in. As I'm out in the cold wind on a day that is maybe +2C I'm thinking why did I wait so long. It takes all the elbow grease I can muster to wipe off the window cleaner that I've spray on. I spray on blue water and as I rub it turns white and thick, struggling to decide if it should become ice. (How can that be? AHHH!) Anyway, it takes alot of elbow grease to get it all off and when I'm done I tell myself "next time I'll get it done at the right time and save myself a lot of grief". I've lived here for 5 summers and I haven't succeeded yet, think it will happen next time?
By the way, when I came inside and cleaned the inside windows I found myself looking at streaks as I gazed out; the up side is the sun can now get in between the lines. (If anyone knows the secret to no streaks please let me know.) Oh well, can't have everything so we will be content with little streaks until next spring when the wind will blow and once again the dirt will close in the windows and I will again find myself climbing the ladder to clean those darn windows.
Hope the sun is shining through for you. Have a great day!
Today I'm washing windows on the outside of my house because winter is just around the corner, and I can't see out. I've had this panic feeling that if I don't get it done now it will be spring before I'll be able to see out or any light will be able to get in. As I'm out in the cold wind on a day that is maybe +2C I'm thinking why did I wait so long. It takes all the elbow grease I can muster to wipe off the window cleaner that I've spray on. I spray on blue water and as I rub it turns white and thick, struggling to decide if it should become ice. (How can that be? AHHH!) Anyway, it takes alot of elbow grease to get it all off and when I'm done I tell myself "next time I'll get it done at the right time and save myself a lot of grief". I've lived here for 5 summers and I haven't succeeded yet, think it will happen next time?
By the way, when I came inside and cleaned the inside windows I found myself looking at streaks as I gazed out; the up side is the sun can now get in between the lines. (If anyone knows the secret to no streaks please let me know.) Oh well, can't have everything so we will be content with little streaks until next spring when the wind will blow and once again the dirt will close in the windows and I will again find myself climbing the ladder to clean those darn windows.
Hope the sun is shining through for you. Have a great day!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Security Blanket for You?
Went on my holiday and for the first time in my life I was the minority. That may not seem that bad to you but for me it was uncomfortable. When there was talking going on around me and I had no idea what was being said it made me a little nervous.
It all began as we arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica. We were going through immigration at the airport and the man is asking us where we're staying while there and how long will be our stay. Not bad questions but when all you know is that you're staying at a house in San Jose and he wants to know where it is, it kind of rocks your world. He was not letting us through with out an address. Thankfully my sister, who was with us, was close by and could answer these questions.
Then as we drove there was nothing that looked familiar, no houses like ours and bars on everyone's windows and doors. You go out to eat and have no idea what is on the menu. That is a very strange feeling. (Thank goodness that we were with my sister and brother-in-law who could speak Spanish, were patient with us, and never made us feel bad for asking.)
Now this is not a blog about Costa Rica but about feeling uncomfortable when you are totally out of your element. Some people love and thrive on the adventure of the unknown but I discovered that I like a little security in my adventures. (Thank goodness we had gone with someone who knew the place and people like the back of their hands.)
I never would have thought that it would bother me to go into a situation where I couldn't communicate. I am sure that most of the people must have found me strange as I stood there with troubled brow, nodding with my head telling them with these strange sounds that I had no idea what they were trying to say. I say strange sound because that is what I heard from them. It did sound just like a bunch of gibberish to me. (I wonder if they hear their language the way we hear English?)
Isn't it presumptuous of me to think that somehow I would be able to communicate without even taking the time to learn a little of the language?
I know you all are thinking how elementary of me to think this way but you know that is how I thought, and this blog is the reality of how I felt. You somehow think you can get by.
By the way, our trip was the best, we got to see Costa Rica at the level which the nationals live and not the tourist places, which is exactly what we wanted to do. It was a marvelous trip. We loved it, but I learnt things about myself that I would never have known. I am certainly going back, but the next time I hope to know a little bit of the language so that I can get the drift of what is being asked of me, or be able to give them an idea of where I am drifting too.
That about wraps up my thoughts on this topic of security. How about yours?
It all began as we arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica. We were going through immigration at the airport and the man is asking us where we're staying while there and how long will be our stay. Not bad questions but when all you know is that you're staying at a house in San Jose and he wants to know where it is, it kind of rocks your world. He was not letting us through with out an address. Thankfully my sister, who was with us, was close by and could answer these questions.
Then as we drove there was nothing that looked familiar, no houses like ours and bars on everyone's windows and doors. You go out to eat and have no idea what is on the menu. That is a very strange feeling. (Thank goodness that we were with my sister and brother-in-law who could speak Spanish, were patient with us, and never made us feel bad for asking.)
Now this is not a blog about Costa Rica but about feeling uncomfortable when you are totally out of your element. Some people love and thrive on the adventure of the unknown but I discovered that I like a little security in my adventures. (Thank goodness we had gone with someone who knew the place and people like the back of their hands.)
I never would have thought that it would bother me to go into a situation where I couldn't communicate. I am sure that most of the people must have found me strange as I stood there with troubled brow, nodding with my head telling them with these strange sounds that I had no idea what they were trying to say. I say strange sound because that is what I heard from them. It did sound just like a bunch of gibberish to me. (I wonder if they hear their language the way we hear English?)
Isn't it presumptuous of me to think that somehow I would be able to communicate without even taking the time to learn a little of the language?
I know you all are thinking how elementary of me to think this way but you know that is how I thought, and this blog is the reality of how I felt. You somehow think you can get by.
By the way, our trip was the best, we got to see Costa Rica at the level which the nationals live and not the tourist places, which is exactly what we wanted to do. It was a marvelous trip. We loved it, but I learnt things about myself that I would never have known. I am certainly going back, but the next time I hope to know a little bit of the language so that I can get the drift of what is being asked of me, or be able to give them an idea of where I am drifting too.
That about wraps up my thoughts on this topic of security. How about yours?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Undie, Where?
I'm going away for a holiday and of course the first thing that has to get done is the laundry. Doesn't sound very interesting and it's not, so my mind gets off on it's crazy road of who decided what.
Well because I'm folding clothes I get to thinking about all the underwear that people have and what is it's purpose. Who decided what undies should look like and what purpose should they have? I know the whole thing should seem rather obvious but when you really think about under things it seems a little strange what some people wear and what the purpose is.
Why do people wear things like thongs? It can't be hygeine cause they don't cover enough to fulfill that purpose. Some of the bras are really rather useless when it comes to holding them puppies in. And the really funny thing is that if you wear the things that do the obvious job then you don't want anyone to know cause they are considered granny clothes.
Men's jocks come in all kinds of styles. Boxers, what do they accomplish? Especially the really lose ones. My young grandsons have their first boxer briefs and their Mom said to me "I showed them how to pull the legs down in their jeans and they really love them". I chuckle at that because it's like layering clothes. Why wear any? Wouldn't that be just as comfortable? (I guess that if you rip your jeans then at least you won't see skin.)
Well that about raps my crazy thoughts on undies. I'm not sure where these thoughts came from but hopefully my holiday will help get my mind back on track.
Catch you later!
Well because I'm folding clothes I get to thinking about all the underwear that people have and what is it's purpose. Who decided what undies should look like and what purpose should they have? I know the whole thing should seem rather obvious but when you really think about under things it seems a little strange what some people wear and what the purpose is.
Why do people wear things like thongs? It can't be hygeine cause they don't cover enough to fulfill that purpose. Some of the bras are really rather useless when it comes to holding them puppies in. And the really funny thing is that if you wear the things that do the obvious job then you don't want anyone to know cause they are considered granny clothes.
Men's jocks come in all kinds of styles. Boxers, what do they accomplish? Especially the really lose ones. My young grandsons have their first boxer briefs and their Mom said to me "I showed them how to pull the legs down in their jeans and they really love them". I chuckle at that because it's like layering clothes. Why wear any? Wouldn't that be just as comfortable? (I guess that if you rip your jeans then at least you won't see skin.)
Well that about raps my crazy thoughts on undies. I'm not sure where these thoughts came from but hopefully my holiday will help get my mind back on track.
Catch you later!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
blind as a horse?
I was thinking about my need for glasses and how much I hate it.
I have always had great eyesight and still do when it comes to looking at distance but my short sight is getting worse at lighting speed. As I write this I am sitting at my computer without my glasses and thinking that if only my arms were longer I'd be able to see this screen much better. Yes, I know you are thinking just get up and put those glasses on, but (don't you just love buts) I'm in a hurry to get to work and while these thoughts are in my head I need to get them down because at my age thoughts come and go at an incredibly fast rate and once gone, often gone for good LOL.
Oh dear, I got off topic and now I've got to get back on and with my lost thoughts who knows where we'll end up.
Oh yeah, how I don't like my glasses. Well, because I don't need glasses for the majority of my days activities I put them off and on several times a day. My Optometrist thought that graduated lenses would solve my dilemma, sounded good to me. I went ahead and purchased them only to find that they have many varying sight lines and you have to get it just right. Oh, and to top it off the smaller the glass lens the smaller your perfect sight line is. You can imagine what has happened to me. I can hardly find the perfect place to hold my head so I can see when I look away and then a new position for when I read or do those really important things like, sign checks, credit card slips, or blog. (I'm sure that people wonder if I have a condition as they watch me trying to do those important tasks.) Anyway, that is why I am sitting here to day thinking how I wish I would not find my self becoming "blind as a horse", and becoming more and more dependant on these stylish, (yes stylish because we women are always concerned about our fashion statement) glasses and becoming more and more frustrated with this thing called aging. By the way, my optometrist informs me that it happens to everyone and there is nothing we can do about it. I don't think there is any laser surgery for this. (sigh!)
Anyone know why we use the saying "blind as a horse"?
Oh no, just glanced at the time and realize that I'm just a little late for work. Think the boss will fire me?
Catch you later!
I have always had great eyesight and still do when it comes to looking at distance but my short sight is getting worse at lighting speed. As I write this I am sitting at my computer without my glasses and thinking that if only my arms were longer I'd be able to see this screen much better. Yes, I know you are thinking just get up and put those glasses on, but (don't you just love buts) I'm in a hurry to get to work and while these thoughts are in my head I need to get them down because at my age thoughts come and go at an incredibly fast rate and once gone, often gone for good LOL.
Oh dear, I got off topic and now I've got to get back on and with my lost thoughts who knows where we'll end up.
Oh yeah, how I don't like my glasses. Well, because I don't need glasses for the majority of my days activities I put them off and on several times a day. My Optometrist thought that graduated lenses would solve my dilemma, sounded good to me. I went ahead and purchased them only to find that they have many varying sight lines and you have to get it just right. Oh, and to top it off the smaller the glass lens the smaller your perfect sight line is. You can imagine what has happened to me. I can hardly find the perfect place to hold my head so I can see when I look away and then a new position for when I read or do those really important things like, sign checks, credit card slips, or blog. (I'm sure that people wonder if I have a condition as they watch me trying to do those important tasks.) Anyway, that is why I am sitting here to day thinking how I wish I would not find my self becoming "blind as a horse", and becoming more and more dependant on these stylish, (yes stylish because we women are always concerned about our fashion statement) glasses and becoming more and more frustrated with this thing called aging. By the way, my optometrist informs me that it happens to everyone and there is nothing we can do about it. I don't think there is any laser surgery for this. (sigh!)
Anyone know why we use the saying "blind as a horse"?
Oh no, just glanced at the time and realize that I'm just a little late for work. Think the boss will fire me?
Catch you later!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
hi-speed internet
Today when I was talking to my son about the glitch he had to fix on my computer so that I could use my hi-speed internet I realized that somewhere my brain was missing a charge.
My daughter said she would help me on my laptop to learn how to use my blog site. So Fri. night I headed to her place to have my lesson. I couldn't get on her wireless so she took my computer, clicked on all kinds of things, I have no idea where she found them, and "voila" we were on the internet. When the lesson ended I packed my laptop and headed home.
On Tues. night my Hubby could not connect. A little frustrated he inquires as to what we had done to the computer and I being the genius that I am replied with "I don't know". After attempting to correct the problem my Hubby went to bed frustrated.
Feeling bad I called my daughter first thing the next morning. "Can you get me back to where I turn on our internet?" She tried to get me around to solve the problem and undo whatever it was the she had done, but the truth be known she didn't know what she had done. I think her confession was something like "I don't know, I just clicked on different things and all of a sudden it worked. It was a fluke."
My mind could only think of how to let my Hubby know that we would have to get our computer tech. to fix this little problem that probably was some stupid click that anyone with any computer knowledge would know. It was going to be embarrassing, and cost us money.
Then my daughter with her wisdom says "Mom call son #2 and have him fix it. That's what he does. It's his job. He can fix it where I'm not sure what I'm doing."
I call Son#2 and sure enough he would come at the end of his work day and fix it, and it would only take him 5-10 min. I think he said something like "It's okay Mom, I do this all the time. You'd be surprised how often I get called out for this." He did come and fix it, we had simply changed some connection thingy.
When I called to see if it was done, cause I wasn't home at the time that he was here, he told me no problem and as we talked I realized that the reason I hadn't thought to call him was because he works in the oilfield and in my mind that is what he fixed, "oilfield hi-speed internet". It never occurred to me that he could fix my house hi-speed internet.
That is when I realized that internet is internet. There is no special internet for the oilfield that's different than mine.
Now, pleeease.... don't write me off just yet. I am not that dumb about these things, inside I knew how it worked but since I've lost my marbles these kinds of moments are happening.
So, if you come across my marbles would you please send them home.
Thanks!
My daughter said she would help me on my laptop to learn how to use my blog site. So Fri. night I headed to her place to have my lesson. I couldn't get on her wireless so she took my computer, clicked on all kinds of things, I have no idea where she found them, and "voila" we were on the internet. When the lesson ended I packed my laptop and headed home.
On Tues. night my Hubby could not connect. A little frustrated he inquires as to what we had done to the computer and I being the genius that I am replied with "I don't know". After attempting to correct the problem my Hubby went to bed frustrated.
Feeling bad I called my daughter first thing the next morning. "Can you get me back to where I turn on our internet?" She tried to get me around to solve the problem and undo whatever it was the she had done, but the truth be known she didn't know what she had done. I think her confession was something like "I don't know, I just clicked on different things and all of a sudden it worked. It was a fluke."
My mind could only think of how to let my Hubby know that we would have to get our computer tech. to fix this little problem that probably was some stupid click that anyone with any computer knowledge would know. It was going to be embarrassing, and cost us money.
Then my daughter with her wisdom says "Mom call son #2 and have him fix it. That's what he does. It's his job. He can fix it where I'm not sure what I'm doing."
I call Son#2 and sure enough he would come at the end of his work day and fix it, and it would only take him 5-10 min. I think he said something like "It's okay Mom, I do this all the time. You'd be surprised how often I get called out for this." He did come and fix it, we had simply changed some connection thingy.
When I called to see if it was done, cause I wasn't home at the time that he was here, he told me no problem and as we talked I realized that the reason I hadn't thought to call him was because he works in the oilfield and in my mind that is what he fixed, "oilfield hi-speed internet". It never occurred to me that he could fix my house hi-speed internet.
That is when I realized that internet is internet. There is no special internet for the oilfield that's different than mine.
Now, pleeease.... don't write me off just yet. I am not that dumb about these things, inside I knew how it worked but since I've lost my marbles these kinds of moments are happening.
So, if you come across my marbles would you please send them home.
Thanks!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Help! I've lost my marbles
I realized today that when I started blogging I had so many things that I wanted to air about and now that I finally have the time to blog I can't remember them. It makes me think of the movie Hook. The character of Tootles is wandering around the house saying "I've lost my marbles, Ive lost my marbles". Well that is me!
So, I'm wondering if any of you could help me find my marbles?
Hook managed to find Tootles' marbles and brought them back to him and I'm hoping that maybe one of you have found my marbles. If you have please send them to me at this address.
So, I'm wondering if any of you could help me find my marbles?
Hook managed to find Tootles' marbles and brought them back to him and I'm hoping that maybe one of you have found my marbles. If you have please send them to me at this address.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
to gray or not to gray, that is the question
Now that I've got the hair cut under control, another decision comes into play. That is whether or not to color my hair. When is the right age to let the gray start to show?
As I looked around I realized that there are not very many gray haired women. And of those that are gray almost all of them are the age of my parents. I'm a grandma (a young one. lol), so what does that say about my parents age? By the way my parents are not totally gray yet. They somehow managed to get the genes that don't give gray hair. They do have some gray or white but not enough for what their age is. Anyway, my question today is should I color or should I let my natural color come out?
Why is it okay for a man to be gray but a women is over the hill if she is gray? You see gray haired men with women who have beautiful color and that's okay, but when you see a gray haired women with a color haired man you take a second look and wonder what he sees in her.
Well, when I started my mission to get short hair I also decided that I should try letting my hair go to it's natural color and see if I could pull off the look. So far so good, only I am constantly telling people that I'm still hanging in there without color but I'm not sure if I'll make it. Why is it that now that my grays are starting to show I feel like I stand out like a sore thumb and feel I need to justify why I'm not coloring it?
I would like to know when is the right time for gray hair to be acceptable for women? When should we embrace our age without feeling that we are totally finished with being attractive?
I realize that there are many people out there that have found it easy to let go of what we think of as our youthful look. So how do you do it?
For now I'm continuing on with the "embrace your age theory" and I'll just have to see where it will end up. Here's to the mature look!
As I looked around I realized that there are not very many gray haired women. And of those that are gray almost all of them are the age of my parents. I'm a grandma (a young one. lol), so what does that say about my parents age? By the way my parents are not totally gray yet. They somehow managed to get the genes that don't give gray hair. They do have some gray or white but not enough for what their age is. Anyway, my question today is should I color or should I let my natural color come out?
Why is it okay for a man to be gray but a women is over the hill if she is gray? You see gray haired men with women who have beautiful color and that's okay, but when you see a gray haired women with a color haired man you take a second look and wonder what he sees in her.
Well, when I started my mission to get short hair I also decided that I should try letting my hair go to it's natural color and see if I could pull off the look. So far so good, only I am constantly telling people that I'm still hanging in there without color but I'm not sure if I'll make it. Why is it that now that my grays are starting to show I feel like I stand out like a sore thumb and feel I need to justify why I'm not coloring it?
I would like to know when is the right time for gray hair to be acceptable for women? When should we embrace our age without feeling that we are totally finished with being attractive?
I realize that there are many people out there that have found it easy to let go of what we think of as our youthful look. So how do you do it?
For now I'm continuing on with the "embrace your age theory" and I'll just have to see where it will end up. Here's to the mature look!
Monday, September 24, 2007
hair day dilemma
Today is the day to discuss my hair. I have often wondered why it is that we women always put the cutting of our hair at the last of the haircutting priority list. Have you ever wondered why we do that?
I'm always amazed at how I, and maybe I'm the only one, put every one's hair cuts above mine. Not only do I do that with my family, but I even do it with the dog. Yes, can you imagine that? I actually let the dog get beautiful before me. I still can hardly believe it. Some of you may be saying "now there is something I'd never admit," but since this is my blog for airing on about those things that I contemplate, this one is my biggie today. (It's amazing what comes to mind in the shower. lol) Here is how mine unfolded.
I am not a morning person. That makes starting the day very difficult and that includes getting to work. So, I do all I can to make the "getting ready to start the day" seem as painless and the least time consuming as possible. A few months back I came up with the great idea that really short hair was the way to go. I would often hear men talk about how their shaved heads were the best because they could shower and towel dry their hair, then walk out the door. I figured that if men could shave their heads then why couldn't women have really short hair. Now, I'm married to a man who likes my hair a little on the longer side so when I mentioned that I was thinking of this kind of shaved look he was a little unimpressed. Anyway, I was on a mission to make the grooming time a lot less of a hassle.
You got it. I took the plunge and cut it off short. The new look took many of us a week or so to get used to, but now it is the perfect hair for me. It takes about 3 to 5 mins. a day, shaving off the grooming time by 5 or more min. Perfect, I thought. The down side is the growth of short hair and the length of time you have where it is looking acceptable. I happen to be one of those people who grows hair fast, so now I find myself in another dilemma; the dilemma of scheduling, and cost. It seems that I traded one problem for another and so that is how I found myself in the shower wondering who should have the first right to the hair budget. My Hubby, the dog, or myself? The dog turned out to be the first one to dip into the hair account and, because of my contemplation this day, I am going to be second. My hubby unfortunately will be third. (I feel a little bit of guilt but I'm sure it won't take long to get over it. lol)
Well, there it is. My crazy thoughts for this day.
Hope you have a great start to your day with interesting thoughts from your shower. I'd love to hear about your hair dilemmas. Catch you later on another day when my mind gets carried away on another of those strange topics.
I'm always amazed at how I, and maybe I'm the only one, put every one's hair cuts above mine. Not only do I do that with my family, but I even do it with the dog. Yes, can you imagine that? I actually let the dog get beautiful before me. I still can hardly believe it. Some of you may be saying "now there is something I'd never admit," but since this is my blog for airing on about those things that I contemplate, this one is my biggie today. (It's amazing what comes to mind in the shower. lol) Here is how mine unfolded.
I am not a morning person. That makes starting the day very difficult and that includes getting to work. So, I do all I can to make the "getting ready to start the day" seem as painless and the least time consuming as possible. A few months back I came up with the great idea that really short hair was the way to go. I would often hear men talk about how their shaved heads were the best because they could shower and towel dry their hair, then walk out the door. I figured that if men could shave their heads then why couldn't women have really short hair. Now, I'm married to a man who likes my hair a little on the longer side so when I mentioned that I was thinking of this kind of shaved look he was a little unimpressed. Anyway, I was on a mission to make the grooming time a lot less of a hassle.
You got it. I took the plunge and cut it off short. The new look took many of us a week or so to get used to, but now it is the perfect hair for me. It takes about 3 to 5 mins. a day, shaving off the grooming time by 5 or more min. Perfect, I thought. The down side is the growth of short hair and the length of time you have where it is looking acceptable. I happen to be one of those people who grows hair fast, so now I find myself in another dilemma; the dilemma of scheduling, and cost. It seems that I traded one problem for another and so that is how I found myself in the shower wondering who should have the first right to the hair budget. My Hubby, the dog, or myself? The dog turned out to be the first one to dip into the hair account and, because of my contemplation this day, I am going to be second. My hubby unfortunately will be third. (I feel a little bit of guilt but I'm sure it won't take long to get over it. lol)
Well, there it is. My crazy thoughts for this day.
Hope you have a great start to your day with interesting thoughts from your shower. I'd love to hear about your hair dilemmas. Catch you later on another day when my mind gets carried away on another of those strange topics.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Ready...Set...GO!
Today is the first day of my new life. My life as a blogger.
I'm not computer savvy and so this is a huge step for someone who gets almost paralyzed by fear of doing something that could get me in trouble.
My DH has always been close by to get me out of my computer messes that I often find myself in but this time I am doing something that will be all mine, as he has never blogged before.
Sooo.....here goes my first attempt at what I hope will be a fun way for me to air on about the crazy things that go on in my head. I understand that pretty much anything can go and that I don't have to be some great writer to be a blogger so I'm excited about the opportunity for me to say some of the things that I find myself contemplating that seem a little crazy to say out loud to anyone that I must see face to face on a daily basis.
I'm a women who is in the middle years of life; not the "over the hill" phase. I think at times that I can see the other side, and I'm sure that some may say I'm looking down the hill, but I like to think of myself as just getting to the crest, where I plan to spend a lot of time. I'm not quite ready to start the journey down. (Think that is possible? lol)
So, I'm setting up camp on my crest where I plan to stay for awhile. I hope you'll stop over and join my "campfire" discussions as I wait out the rest of the journey. BYOS (bring your own s'mores) and let's have some fun!
I'm not computer savvy and so this is a huge step for someone who gets almost paralyzed by fear of doing something that could get me in trouble.
My DH has always been close by to get me out of my computer messes that I often find myself in but this time I am doing something that will be all mine, as he has never blogged before.
Sooo.....here goes my first attempt at what I hope will be a fun way for me to air on about the crazy things that go on in my head. I understand that pretty much anything can go and that I don't have to be some great writer to be a blogger so I'm excited about the opportunity for me to say some of the things that I find myself contemplating that seem a little crazy to say out loud to anyone that I must see face to face on a daily basis.
I'm a women who is in the middle years of life; not the "over the hill" phase. I think at times that I can see the other side, and I'm sure that some may say I'm looking down the hill, but I like to think of myself as just getting to the crest, where I plan to spend a lot of time. I'm not quite ready to start the journey down. (Think that is possible? lol)
So, I'm setting up camp on my crest where I plan to stay for awhile. I hope you'll stop over and join my "campfire" discussions as I wait out the rest of the journey. BYOS (bring your own s'mores) and let's have some fun!
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