It's been a LONG LONG time since my last post. I can't seem to find much to say. I look at everyone else's posts and get excited to see updates on them. But yet do nothing. I even had myself convinced I forgot my password. So when my "Gift from God" told me I needed to update, I tried and low and behold I got in. Aren't you glad? My girls are so smart they can even put pictures on theirs. I'm sure I can figure it out, but yet I don't. :)

Let's see, what on earth can I talk about? hmmmmm.....there is nothing there! I will try to think of something and post again....yep I sit here and think.....huh NOTHING. Sorry

Grandbabies

My life this past Saturday was very eye opening. I was given the opportunity to watch my seven grandchildren. I had 7 kids 7 and under. Three of them 1 and under. I had the usual AWWWWW moments, I had 9 poopy moments. I was a referee, cook, maid, bath giver, face whiper, treat giving grandma. My kids are amazing. They do this every day! I am still (and it's Tuesday) so tired, I had to drag my hinder out of bed to go to work. (I think I heard it hit the ground) I plopped down in my chair and am thankful I can just sit and use what's left of my brain. Just think....25 years ago, I was doing that every day. What a difference 25 years makes. But even with all the work that was involved I wouldn't change anything. I love each and everyone of them, more every day. I feel my heart will burst with love. Everytime from the oldest down, Tanner called me Gram (a name he just made up to call me). I'm Grandma to the rest, down to Bodie who gives me his amazing kisses, to Jack smiling his amazing smiles to our youngest Lydia for when she smiles at you, you feel you have won the biggest prize of all.

Thank you to our kids and their spouses for the gifts of our grandkids.

I'll try again!

Today I woke up with excitement of what the day would hold. I thought as I rose, that I'd better get my sheets washed right away. So I stripped the bed. As I walked into the other room. I was met by my dad with a hopeful look as to what the day would bring to him. Is there hope for a cappiccino and a ride to Winona, our usual Monday. And I looked at Al and saw the look of dread. What will I have to do today. I said to Al so what's up on this 4th of July? He said whatever I want. My day kind of lost it's luster....I told him he should go to the point, his place of solitude, and I would bring my dad to Winona cup in hand. But to meet back at 2. So off we went. Dad, me and the cappicinno. We went to McDonald's where dad got what he calls his $1 spicy chicken sandwich (a McChicken) and a senior cold drink. I got my usual hamburger and glass of ice for my pop I brought from Kwik Trip. They only have coke products in McDonalds. We went to Walmart like usual and then came home. On the way I played a marching band CD that is music you play on the 4th of July, when I was a kid and before that in the olden days. Can you picture the two of us in my car with the music blasting, because dad likes it LOUD, at the traffic light, heads bobbing to the music, sun glasses on, dad's the typical old people sun glasses that go over their original glasses. Looking out of the window at the other cars waiting for the light to change. You know they can hear the thump thump thump....of the bass. Dad likes bass...is it base or bass....hmmmm....

I was kind of nostolgic today too. While doing laundry in the basement, I had on of the moments you see on TV where the people are having a memory and you can see what they are thinking. I saw the basement in it's original state. White basement block with cement floor. Where I played all those years as a child before they covered it up with avocado paneling and orange/brown shag carpeting. It brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. I just remember how it was. And how long ago that was. I've lived here almost my whole life and love this house. Never wanted to leave. I know some day we will. Then thought of that line on that movie. The beginning is always scarey, the ending is always sad, it's what happens in the middle that all memories are made of.

This is the third attempt

For some reason this isn't getting published. I've written two other blogs and they don't work....so this is a test before I write too much

Company

We are going to be having company. My Aunt (whom I love so much) and my cousin and his wife. Plus my sisters too. Well, Al and I have cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. He shampooed the rug and we have washed everything that can be washed. I have to think, we clean because we don't want them to think we are slobs. When really it's a lie. We are slobs, why should we put up a farce? Let them come as we are. I really wish I could be that way. "Come on in, just step over the dog dustbunnies." "Oh...don't open that door, you may not live during the avalanche."

But now our house is clean and I had to go to work. Can you believe I was actually sleeping as I was typing. I wore myself out. I had to go out to my car to sleep a bit. Which was ok, because I was two hours early for work. I slept and hour and and a half.

Grandchildren

Al and I had three of our grandkids over last night for pizza and a double feature. We watched "Lady and the Tramp" and "101 Dalmations" The kids all ate a good one piece of pizza and had chocolate milk, white milk or juice. Yes all three had a different one. Then they each got three deserts. Which they all looked at me like I was crazy to give them 3 desserts. I said "Hey you're at Grandma's!!!" Then they looked at me with a knowing look. Like all was right with the world. Tanner said I better not have any more than that or I could get sick. :) Laina had an ice cream cone first and as she was eating the ice cream said pointing to the cone. "I eat that?" I said yes, then she took a big bite out of the cone, with a happy look on her face. Soon after that, Tanner and Sawyer also had to have one of Grandpa's special cones. This was followed by Sawyer telling me he had to poop. I told him of course to go. Soon I heard GRANDMA, I'M DONE. I went in to wipe his bottom and took him off the pot. My sweet little 3 year old grandson said while looking at the bathtub, "I remember when I took a bath in there, it was about 5 years ago!" :)

Honestly, I don't think I could love anyone more!

I've been thinking of my mom and dad. Especially yesterday, for what would have been their 67th Anniversary. I took my dad to the Mall in Rochester and I was watching him walk down the hallway. He looks so old, (and he is) but I remember him when he was a young man. He had a crewcut and was heavy. But he walked to work and would always turn and wave at me as I watched him from my bedroom window until he was out of sight. He seemed to be so tall, now I feel like I look down at him. He would go in the kitchen and sneak a cookie from the cookie jar. I'd look at my mom we could hear him carefully opening the lid of the jar, we were sitting in the our old TV room and she'd roll her eyes because he was "dieting". I understand his pain of dieting now. YUCK! My mom would sit and talk on the phone in the kitchen. The telephone had a six foot cord at the most and so you couldn't go far then. I'd put my head on her lap and she's play with my hair. I remember that clear as it if was just yesterday. I was home. I miss her. But for now I have my dad in his final years. I get to gather a bunch of memories to last me the rest of my life. I can take them out and go over them in my mind when I miss them. As my dad says it's the memories that help you get over their dying.