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  1. Grandma's House, Grandma's Rules

    My Mom adored her grandchildren and as far as she was concerned they were her angels. There was no such thing as too much of whatever as far as she was concerned when it came to her grandchildren. If we, as parents, tried to say no to a second piece of cake or candy we were told "Grandma's house, Grandma's rules" and that second piece of cake or candy was given by her. I, as a Grandmother, also adore my grandchildren. Unlike my mother, however, I accept that they aren't little angels. Their halos aren't always perfectly straight and glowing. I try to be a good Mom and respect my childrens' roles as parents and not interfere when discipline is needed. When a Grandmother makes a statement like that you can be sure it will be followed with a but and I'm no exception. Roy #2 called us last Tuesday evening asking if he could come for a visit. Of course the answer was yes so Papa picked him and his sister up the next day and they had the pleasure of being with Papa while he had to make a few stops. Their Dad called to check on when we'd get the kids and I told him his Dad had already left. "They're grounded from all electronics" my son advised me. Good Mom that I am I didn't ask him why since I was already planning to speak with my grandchildren later. You know, just to make sure the punishment fit the crime. "What if their cousins come over to play and they want the kids to play games on the play station" I asked him. "They're with you now so Grandma's house, Grandma's rules" he told me. When the kids arrived we talked for a while and when I asked them why they were grounded they told me with no hesitation. I shared what their Dad said about Grandma's house, Grandma's rules and all was well. Of course they played with their cousins and whether or not they actually used any elecronics didn't matter. The weather was so nice that they were outside until dark; kids being able to be kids like I remembered my boys playing. My granddaughter, Roy #6, went grocery shopping with me so I could pick up their favorites for lunch, dinner, breakfast and snacks. The only kid foods I keep on hand are their cookie jar and M&M bowl which are both kept full on the counter for them. Even my grown children help themselves to the M&M bowl. I've told my grandchildren to help themselves but they will always ask me before taking any cookies. When Papa sometimes comments on the hand full of M&M's or the 3 or 4 cookies taken at a time I remind him too, "Grandma's house, Grandma's rules". We had a little bit of excitement Holy Thursday while the kids were still with us. I made them their breakfast and then left them with Papa while I met Sister #4 for breakfast. When I returned home I saw that my husband's truck was gone and the kids were all outside with daughter-in-law #2. "Where's Compound" I asked her and she explained that he had taken himself to the ER at Arnot. I knew he hadn't been feeling well for a while but I was surprised that he went. Compound is not going to be happy with me for telling this but l have to in order to share the rest of the story about Roy #5. Long story short Compound was admitted overnight, tests done, and to our relief we were told the problems he's having aren't cardiac related. Roy #2 and #6 were taken home by their Aunt while I was with Compound. About 9:00 pm that evening the phone rings and I answer thinking it's Hubby. "Hello Grandma, what are you doing" asks Roy #5. "Just reading a bit before bed" I told him. "But you don't have anyone to talk to" he says. "Well, I have the television and the dog and cat are here". "I could come over and sleep on your couch, you know, so you won't be lonely" he tells me. "It's fine sweetie, I'll be just fine". His answer is a reluctant "okay" and we hang up. The phone rings again and it's my Roy, "Grandma I really can sleep on your couch". "Sweetie, if you want to come over you're welcome to stay, the back door's unlocked" I tell him. Before I can put the phone down he's coming in the back door with his pillow and blanket. He told me it bothered him to think I only had the dog and cat to talk to without Papa being home. We both slept well that night. All our kids and grandkids were here for Easter and it was a wonderful day. I set things up buffet style, so everyone fixes their plate before sitting at the dinning table. The kids are now old enough that they fix their own plates, taking what they want and usually sitting together in the living room using our wooden tv trays. I don't think they mind not being with the adults in the dinning room because they can have their own conversations and not worry about their parents' eagle eyes watching what they do or don't eat. Roy #2 came back into the kitchen to get his beverage and I handed him a new jar of chilled dill pickles. "Thanks Mammy" he said with a big smile taking the jar from me. You see, he loves pickles of any kind. "It's not opened yet can you get it" I asked him and he assured me he could. "Don't you eat all those pickles" his Mom tells him and he looks at me. "You eat what you want, how much you want, when you want" I tell him with a smile. Amid the confusion of family getting food, talking and the laughter I heard one of my daughters-in-law comment when she saw a package of Kings Hawaiian Sweet Rolls on the counter. "He loves those rolls and will finish the package if you let him". I found the empty pickle jar along with an empty package of Kings Hawaiian Rolls on the kitchen counter after dinner. Half the rolls were left in the other package. "Grandma's house, Grandmas rules". My sisters and I don't usually see each other on the acutal Holiday but we always telephone to wish each other a "Happy" or "Merry" depending on the holiday. Early Easter morning I started by calling Sister #2 and finished with Sister #6 trying not to think about the one phone call I wouldn't be making this Easter. On past Easter mornings I would call my sister, Andrea, and find her busy cooking and putting the finishing touches to the Easter gifts for her grandchildren before joining her daughter and grandchildren for dinner. This year, all I could think about as I called my other sisters was "not this Easter" and that hurt. Throughout the day I thought of her often, how much I missed her and thinking about everything she was missing. It wasn't until later, after my family had all gone home, that I realized something important. Andrea wasn't missing anything. I realized she had a seat at a dinning table shared by others no longer with us. Most importantly, the host was Christ, whose ultimate sacrifice for us is the reason we celebrate Easter. I could picture her bustling around making sure everyone had what they needed and offering help to anyone who needed something. She was able to celebrate this Easter with the grandson who didn't live but a few hours after birth. Then I wondered, and this made me smile, what would Jesus think of "Grandma's house, Grandma's rules" remembering that He also had a Grandmother.
  2. Regarding the shoplifter with the bagged groceries, all the pros bag their groceries before exiting the store.  Attracts less attention leaving the store with a cart full! 

    1. Bridget


      I wasn't sure if he checked out and just left without paying.  

  3. Looks like he took the time to get his groceries bagged too.
  4. The world's "leaders" can agree to disagree on any number of issues and they certainly do. However, certain activities such as the use of chemical weapons, especially on civilians, should be totally unacceptable no exceptions. If you will do that to your own people and no one speaks out how long before it's OK to do that to again or other people.
  5. Mooney's Coming To Arnot Mall

    Box or homemade haven't met a Mac and cheese I don't like. Had leftover box Mac and cheese for lunch. Yum. He shall remain nameless who told me I have no taste buds. Lol.
  6. No March Madness For Me

    March brought the first day of Spring despite the wind, snow, rain and up and down temperatures. March also marked, for me at least, the fact that Christmas is 9 months away. As I finished that sentence I pictured DIL#1 shaking her head and muttering that they have programs for people like me. I have started my Christmas list with one name and one item but the list is started. I thought about entering Hallmark's March Madness on-line contest for favorite Christmas movies but Santa wouldn't like the words I use when I try to connect to the internet. Sister #6 hosted our March sister meeting and everyone was able to attend. I actually won $12.00 playing a card game that can bring out some not so nice behavior in some of my sisters. Sister #5 brought her daughter and it was nice seeing her and catching up on what's been happening in her busy college life. She shared an experience with one of her classes, Sociology I believe, and the Professor. Evidently March was Women's Month or something because she mentioned how there was a portrait of President Trump in the classroom, a portrait painted using menstrual blood. I'm still trying to figure out how that promotes Women's Month or women's issues but then again I don't understand abstract art either. My Niece thought it was disgusting and voiced her opinion which wasn't well received. The subject of race was also discussed and again my niece was taken to task for using the word "colored". The Professor told her (and I'm paraphrasing) that using that word showed how much of a racist she was and that her thinking was clouded by her "white privilege". My niece responded by pointing out that the Professor's comment was also racist for assuming that because my niece was blue-eyed and blonde she had a life of privilege. Niece told the Professor that was judging a person based on how they look without knowing what their life was really like. The Aunts were all very proud of her for speaking her opinion and not backing down when faced with opposition. Roy #6 (my grand-daughter) invited me to see Beauty and the Beast with her so we went to see the movie on March 25th. The movie was wonderful but my companion made it special. At one point Roy told me she had to use the ladies room. I asked her if she knew where it was, she told me yes and left. Within 15 seconds, my mind quickly reviewed the rash of arrests reported the last two weeks or so on the local news of arrests of sex abusers and molesters. I was out of my seat and following my Roy. I went to the rest room behind the concession stand and waited a couple of seconds but no Roy. I called her name, no answer so I started knocking on stall doors. No Roy, annoyed occupants but no Roy. I quickly returned to the theatre and there she was. It took a bit of time for my heart rate to return to normal. About a half hour later she said she had to go again and this time I went with her. Evidently she didn't know there were restrooms behind the concession stand so she had gone to the restrooms outside the theatre which is why I missed her the first time. We did a bit of shopping, walked around window shopping and finally sat and talked while she enjoyed a play-dough ice cream cone. She told me of her difficulties with math, fractions in particular, and I told her math wasn't always my best subject either. I told her all she could do was to give it her best effort. Some parts of math are easier than others and you just have to keep trying. She also mentioned that some of the kids in her class ask her if she was held back a year because she's so much taller than many of the students in her class. I laughed at that and told her when I was her age I was called "spider legs" as in daddy long legs because I was all arms and legs. "Maybe you'll grow up to be a super model" I told her. "No Mammy, I want to make dolls when I grow up" was her answer while showing me pictures of designer baby dolls on her phone. "I'm sure you'll be a great doll maker" I told her, "you'll be great at whatever you decide". It was another good March day. March Mondays were spent with Roy#7 (Little Roy who will be 3 in July). While I was working outside the home Hubby was able to spend a day or two a week with our older Roys when they were younger before starting school. I'm retired now so I have that time with Little Roy. I've forgotten how busy two year olds can be and that you should not be surprised at what will come out of their mouths. One day he was playing with his trains which are connected by magnets. Evidently he was having trouble keeping the trains connected because I heard a sweet little voice say "F**k it". "What did you say" I asked him. Still kneeling on the floor he turns his head, looks up at me, then looks back to his trains. "Damn it" he answers. Grandma had a conversation with his Daddy. Potty training is something else I forgot about. This past Monday I decided to leave him in his Mickey Mouse pj's without pull-ups or underpants. "Remember" I told him, "don't pee on Mickey and don't poop on Mickey. You tell BaBa (that's what he calls me) if you have to pee or poop". I was in the kitchen washing dishes when he comes running to me. "Poop's coming" he tells me while hold his hand on his behind. "Let's get to the potty" I tell him as we run for the bathroom. I pull his pj bottoms down and lift him onto the toilet. "Poop's coming" he says again, face red with straining. "It's okay honey, let it come" I say with a smile as I sit on the side of the tub. He's straining to go #2 and I'm thinking success as I glance at the bathroom floor. That's when I notice a trail of brown stains which I follow with my eyes leading to the round turd resting on the floor by the toilet. Evidently it came out the bottom of his pj's as he ran into the bathroom, I stepped in it and kicked it so it rolled to a rest by the toilet. "What happened" Little Roy said when he saw the turd on the floor. "We didn't quite make it buddy" I told him. I lifted him off the toilet and realized his straining had produced another turd but it was stuck. I cleaned him up and let him flush the toilet. "I pooped" Little Roy said as I helped him wash his hands. "Yep, you did a good job" I told him as I cleaned up the floor and my shoe. I'm still calling that a success.
  7. It is pathetic that in 2017 you have to leave your home to use reliable internet. I'm at Barnes and Noble because I need get updates for my devices.
  8. The Shack

    My sister is thinking about going Sunday and she asked me if I would go with her. I told her yes. I will pay again to see this movie.
  9. What about the rights of those who wanted to hear him speak? Who's "rights" trump who?
  10. State Corrections Officer Arrested For Child Pornography

    I just can't understand why.
  11. Retirement 101

    It has now been one full month since my retirement and I'm pleased to say that Hubby and I are still speaking and have all our working parts. I am learning how life is without a Monday through Friday work week. I'm also learning that no full time job means you can do what you want when you want if you want. I never thought that would be difficult to deal with but it's taking me some time to adjust to that one. My head is sometimes still at work thinking about month end reports, court schedules, arraignments and stuff, but I'm slowly getting over that. Hubby will remind me "you're retired, it's not your problem now". A frequently asked question is "how are they getting on". You see, Hubby has been alone during the day for over 10 years and I'll admit I often wondered how it would be once I was home every day myself. He actually told me it's nice to have someone to talk to during the day other than the dog. I took that as a compliment because I know I can carry on a better conversation than the dog. I have always been an early riser and more often than not was awake before the alarm went off at 5:00 am. This morning, after waking up about 7:30 am, I turned the alarm back on because not once since my retirement have I been awake before 7:00 am. Hubby has no complaints. While I was working he'd get his "coffee's ready" morning wake up call at 6:00 am. There were many, many mornings he'd want to sleep in but he'd get up to have morning coffee with me before I left for work. Sleeping in just doesn't feel right to me yet and yes, I can hear all the "are you crazy" comments. This may sound strange because we've been married for 44 years but for me it's like I'm getting to know my best friend all over again. We spend time talking about everything from politics to personal stuff. Perhaps it's because we're older but it seems like it's easier to share things with each other. That's not to say we haven't bumped heads once or twice because we have but making up is still fun. In fact, the other day Hubby was puttering around in his shop and I decided to visit him in his "man cave". I knocked on the door and heard "Who is it"? "Love on delivery" I replied (first word edited as some of my granchildren read my stories). "I don't have any money" Hubby says as he opens the shop door for me. "Don't worry", I tell him, "You get the senior discount". "Ouch" he laughs. I think we're in the "honey moon" phase of my retirement and I'm enjoying how we are re-connecting with each other. I've baked, cleaned and thrown stuff away, spent some time shopping, but I haven't found my "thing" yet. The upside is I'm retired so I have all the time I need to figure it out.
  12. City Turns Down County Request To Help With Arena Costs

    Why not deduct the cost of repairs from sale price and then buyer can do repairs.
  13. Staying Warm

    I am so very sorry for your loss. That section of your story was especially touching. I have always believed the kitchen\dining room table is the heart of the home.
  14. The Winds of Change Are Blowing

    Life's changes can happen with the gentleness of a soft summer breeze or the gale force winds of a winter storm. During this last year or so I have noticed that something inside me is different. I have changed in some way that has affected how I look and feel about my small part of the world and the people who come and go in that world. I don't trust like I used to and have lost faith in things I once firmly believed. The good guys don't always win, giving 120% of yourself in what you do all the time is tiring and often not noticed, just taken for granted. I find myself asking "why should I care more than....". I don't like feeling that way. It needs to change. Putting pen to paper and having the words flow has always been easy for me. It has allowed me to express what I was feeling, to paint a picture of what I saw or remembered. Through the years I have kept journals full of thoughts, feelings and ideas but always kept private and never shared. Pages that are full of me and who I was at that particular moment in time. Gradually I have been able to change that private part of me and a few years ago I started posting my stories for others to read. It was not easy to share the things I had written, to open myself up to others but I was able to change and take a chance. I have always believed that you should share the best of who you are and what you have, the positive and happy things. Unfortunately, the changes life brings aren't always happy and positive and full of sunshine and roses. It is easy to share the happy, joyful, funny happenings of day to day life but anger, frustration, sorrow, those feelings are not very easy to share, especially for me. My ability to put pen to paper and have the words flow has changed, becoming more difficult these last several months. The words and feelings are there, bottled up, and when the pressure becomes too much released silently and privately through tears. As a child I learned that crying was a waste of time and effort and got you nothing but a wet face. There is also the fact that I am not one of those lucky women who can cry and still look pretty. I don't have glistening eyes surrounded by lush, wet lashes; my face gets red, blotchy and puffy and my nose runs. Believe me, snot and tears mixed together is not at all attractive. No one wants to kiss those tears away. One thing that hasn't changed is our monthly sister meetings. Sister number 4 hosted our monthly meeting on January 21st, her first since the loss of our sister. In the past, we have always gathered in her dining room for our meetings but this month it was her kitchen table. This was a change we all noticed immediately and understood but no one made any comments at the time. It wasn't until the next day when I spoke to her by telephone that I told her how sitting at her kitchen table made it easier to be together without Andrea. She acknowledged that was her intention. A simple change that made such a big difference. We played cards and dice games which I lost every time meaning my quarter bag was much lighter when I came home. There was conversation and laughter and the simple pleasure of enjoying each other's company. I don't believe that will ever change. "Change, v. to pass from one phase to another". I will share another change in my life that, about three months ago, I decided it was time to make. Wednesday, the 18th of January was my last day of full time employment. I am retired. I have absolutely no idea what I want to do next I just know it was time for me to make a change, my choice this time. I do know that whatever I decide to do next has to be something I want to do and it has to be something I will take pleasure and joy in doing.
  15. Charlie's Christmas Gift

    You have an excellent memory.