Monthly Archives:May 2009

We have three gorgeous granddaughters – ages 14, 10, and 8. Each one of them could host such a license plate as this one. When we have one of them to ourselves, both Paw-Paw and I serve Her Majesty’s every wish.

For the most part. We are, after all, the grandparents – and grandbabies’ wishes count for oh, so much more, than their mothers’ wishes. Yes, yes, I jest – mostly. We try very hard not to spoil any of the 7 grands. And, THAT is very hard, as I’m sure you know if you have grands yourselves.

During our weekly shopping trips we take one grand at a time. It is their day. They get to choose lunch location AND they get to pick out something special while shopping.

Miss Kinzie chose the Princesses shopping center – some sort of cash register thingy that talks to you. It was on sale so she got something a bit beyond her price range.

She almost let her mama see it when we got her home.

😉

Youngest grandson, Isaiah, teasing Paw-Paw’s hair at a recent birthday party. Yes, that is a pool you see in the background. The grand-younguns are swimmers and LOVE to go to the “fun” pool for birthdays. This picture was taken after the swimming and before the birthday-ing.

Paw-Paw is sometimes the “coolest” toy around.
😉

And, now it would seem that the coolest toy is “bored” and is stealing me away from the computer to go and (in his words) “find something to get into.”

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm – not sure what that means or where it will take us, but I’ll check in later and let you know.

While I’m gone, check out Fish Lips & Bird Teeth Studio, won’t you?

Apparently I am THAT old . . . my hair is THAT gray . . . I am THAT dowdy . . . you fill in the blank. I am THAT ____________.

It is happening more and more often, you see.

Yesterday while I was at courthouse waiting for the courtroom to open for some proceedings I needed to observe (part of my job), a young(er than I am young) man walked past me and greeted me with “how are you today, Ma’am?”

Oh nooooooooooooooo –

Oh yes – I am THAT old that people now call me “Ma’am.”

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The internet used to be such an innocent place, back in the day, didn’t it? Oh, you could always find the pron sites if you were off looking for one. These days? You don’t have to go too far to find a (generally married) man or woman seeking the company of another for a “discreet” meet-up.

Most often the meet-ups are online – never face to face (or back to face if you will) so they are termed “innocent” by many. After all . . . the deed was never done – right? Right? (which means it’s not adultery???)

Yeah, whatever.

My question is this . . . what exactly are these folks seeking? What is accomplished? What do they really get?

Do the women posting their pictures understand what might happen to those pictures? I guess that could be aimed at the men as well.

And, while social networking sites COULD be helpful when seeking work, they could just as well, HURT your job searching abilities.

Oh, I know we’re all adults here – and I know I’m likely preaching to the choir, but folks get caught up in such things and we all know how clicking links can take us down the garden path so to speak. I’m sure that at one point or another each one of us has landed in a spot wondering how in the world we got there. And, it goes on from there.
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There ought to be (otter be) a law against . . .

bad comb-overs . . . no, REALLY bad comb-overs . . .

exhibit A:

Yes – it is exactly what it looks like – this guy parts his hair about two inches (give or take) above his collar . . . then combs it up and forward.

Don’t believe it could be as bad as I portray?

consider, if you will . . .

Exhibit B

the side view – see . . . . up and over and sideways . . . oh mah goodness!

wanna see the front? (I knew you would) . . . consider . . .
Exhibit C

from the front. I mean, really . . . how vain can a person be? Does he REALLY not know how bad this looks? How many cans of hair spray does he use a week/month? And, why doesn’t the lovely lady he was with tell him, for goodness’ sake . . . honey, just shave your head – we all see the pink shining through anyway.

Me? I love living in Alaska . . . where the odds are good – but the goods are odd.

heh