Number Zero: Ok, I hear there is a "NO CUSS" week. You hear that, O potty mouth??
Number One: I was overwhelmed by the thought of people actually love me. Is that retarded or what?? I actually had a few tears come down my cheek. O Hubby held me, and asked me if it just now hit me after all these years. I must be really dumb.
Number Two: Grandson is just not 'another' kid in our home. Whatever mischief he gets into or throw a curve ball at us. I think thoroughly about it before I react to his kiddie business. I really don't even yell at him, I just keep that good ol' mouth shut. UNLESS, of course, something that needs to be reprimaded right there on the spot. O'Hubby can be boiling in his shorts about whatever, but I just say.. "I'm cranking that ol'engine and trying to shift gears right now." Yep, Grannyson is getting older and wiser.. or smarter than a cubby bear ~dats fo sho.
Number Three: When you love someone, show it and let them know they're important to you everyday. Where the heck was I on this little charade???
Number Four: Act your age. PAH!! HA HA HA, What kind a balonie crap is this?? Who said? As long as I'm happy, I do whatever the hebbieballs I want. Shoot basketballs, ain't gotta please no one.. Okay, that's not true. I do have to act my age at the appropiate places.
Alright that's enough numbers, I might blow a fuse.
Grandson and I went driving around across the street. BLM area. That's where Troy and I use to ride on weekends. I miss it. HE is the best riding partner I ever had. He's got ~u no what~, and he's totally wicked! Yep, I miss laughing, joking, telling stories, make believe crap.. The fun times. But those were just the days... maybe I will find me a good riding partner again this summer.
It's a gloomy day out today. I was looking at my camera "Guide" book.. hmm.. actually my camera can do alot. Unfortunately, I was too brainy, and couldn't get it to function the way I wanted to. Even the simplicity of 'picture' and 'step by step' outlines. doh.. will have to try again sometime soon. Maybe tomorrow when we go to Albuquerque.
O child tells me "GranMah, make sure you woll up your window so the mud doesn't get in and woon your camera. If you woon it, you hafta buy nother won, Kay GranMah?" Then he went on and on about how I should remember the time I left the window open and the puddle of mud flew into the window. The mud splattered all over Grandson and I...and.. ahem.. the top of my camera. ~O stinky Rusty wants to come back in the house.
This morning while I was checking my voicemail. I had a call from O' brother's Girlfriend. Micky's Mom. She was being chased and smacked around by my brother. She kept saying, 'Corn, Corn, CORN.. please help me.. HELP ME', I could hear my brother in the background. I erased the message and hung up the phone. First of all, I couldn't get there 'til and hour or so. I couldn't be such a help for her. I tell ya, I was fuming. I wanted to drive directly to my brother's place and whack the Crap outta him, O! I was literally off the handle with hearing her running and yelling for help (O! It twists my undies thats for sure). I had to take a few deep breaths and try to go back to do whatever I'm doing.
A few hours later, I called her. She acted like nothing happened. I told her (this was before I knew it was NO CUSSING WEEK) all kinds of upsetting smack talkin words. I pratically told her to just NEVER EVER back down and beat the living Crap outta him, that'll teach him a lesson. Heck she's a hecka bigger than I.. But most of all, I told her they need to quit the crap and straighten up. What kinda parents are they for the children??? It's the children who suffers the most.. and lada on and on... I was totally flippin'. O it's ...ahhh... how can I say it without cussing.. TOTALLY MADDER THAN A something.. ______________!! (I just can't think of a decent word right now) **stoopids..**
Grandson loves roads like this.. seems like you are at the end of a road. I floor the pedal a bit to give it a burst of my super jet engine.. yahh right. He starts squealing. I laugh..
O child tells me "GranMah, make sure you woll up your window so the mud doesn't get in and woon your camera. If you woon it, you hafta buy nother won, Kay GranMah?" Then he went on and on about how I should remember the time I left the window open and the puddle of mud flew into the window. The mud splattered all over Grandson and I...and.. ahem.. the top of my camera. ~O stinky Rusty wants to come back in the house.
This morning while I was checking my voicemail. I had a call from O' brother's Girlfriend. Micky's Mom. She was being chased and smacked around by my brother. She kept saying, 'Corn, Corn, CORN.. please help me.. HELP ME', I could hear my brother in the background. I erased the message and hung up the phone. First of all, I couldn't get there 'til and hour or so. I couldn't be such a help for her. I tell ya, I was fuming. I wanted to drive directly to my brother's place and whack the Crap outta him, O! I was literally off the handle with hearing her running and yelling for help (O! It twists my undies thats for sure). I had to take a few deep breaths and try to go back to do whatever I'm doing.
A few hours later, I called her. She acted like nothing happened. I told her (this was before I knew it was NO CUSSING WEEK) all kinds of upsetting smack talkin words. I pratically told her to just NEVER EVER back down and beat the living Crap outta him, that'll teach him a lesson. Heck she's a hecka bigger than I.. But most of all, I told her they need to quit the crap and straighten up. What kinda parents are they for the children??? It's the children who suffers the most.. and lada on and on... I was totally flippin'. O it's ...ahhh... how can I say it without cussing.. TOTALLY MADDER THAN A something.. ______________!! (I just can't think of a decent word right now) **stoopids..**
Grandson loves roads like this.. seems like you are at the end of a road. I floor the pedal a bit to give it a burst of my super jet engine.. yahh right. He starts squealing. I laugh..
