EVERY PROBLEM HAS A SOLUTION, ALTHOUGH IT MAY NOT BE THE OUTCOME THAT WAS ORIGINALLY HOPED FOR OR EXPECTED.
Alice Hoffman
It's nice that the weather is warming up. That gives us all some hope that this darn winter will soon be behind us. It is a little maddening, though, to see all the limbs and sticks laying in yard since the snow melted and revealed them. It will be a while before I can use my arms like I have always been used to and I am itching to start cleaning the yard to get ready for mowing. Little Ma knows what I am talking about. She will be 90 years old this year, but that doesn't stop her mind from thinking of all the things she would like to do, like when she was younger. Her mind still works the same, it's the physical part that holds her back. Curses!
It's been a busy few days again, with all of us dealing with the "Dad" issue. Sorry I can't be more specific about this situation, but I'd rather keep it under wraps for awhile. Anyhoo, that's what has been keeping me hopping. I did have Al today. He played so good and kept himself occupied. Uh . . . however when I went into the bathroom and found the floor flooded and the sink full of water and toys, I thought he had been a little TOO occupied. When I got towels out and told him to clean up his mess, he said he was sorry, but didn't make a move. After several times telling him to please wipe up the water and getting no action, I did what I would have done to my own kids when they were his age. To get his attention, I thumped his head with my finger. He knew I meant business and proceeded to calmly mop up all the water. When his mom got home from work, I told him to tell her what happened today. He told her he had flooded the bathroom and then added "Hit head". I couldn't figure out when he had hit his head and then realized that he was ratting on my about thumping him with my finger. Well, I did get his attention and he learned a lesson at the same time. (little snitch!)
The wig turned out to look nice. I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and an old co-worker came up and said it looked good and very realistic. I wore it today but after a while, it gave me a headache, so I switched to wearing a scarf. I still haven't thought of the perfect name for the wig, but I'll come up with something. My truck is named Ruby Red, and I call my GPS Reba. I'm thinking maybe Roschelle? That way, I'll stay in the "R" family.
The main thing you have to be careful of , when wearing a wig, is to not get too close to heat. NEVER stick your head down by the oven door when taking something out, or you will melt it. I wouldn't want to wear a "Roasted Roschelle". That doesn't paint a pretty picture. No matter how nice the hairdo is, it wouldn't be so nifty when you have a big melted plastic glob right in the middle of your forehead.
I baked a cherry pie to take to Dad's, and wouldn't you know, the darn thing didn't turn out the best. Why is it when you are just making something for yourself, it looks great, but just when you want something to look good for someone else, it flops. It still tasted the same, so I took it over and left it. (he had gone somewhere). I never claimed to be the Pioneer Woman, or the Barefoot Contessa, or even Trisha Yearwood. I did manage to cook well enough for two kids to be adequately nourished enough to reach adulthood (actually, that's a rather pathetic thing to brag about, wouldn't you say?).
I am heading for bed. I am pooped and I'm sure there are lots of really kooky things waiting to happen tomorrow, so I better get some rest.
Oh, thanks to my friends that are sympathizing with me and my endless relationship with the drains. It is a true friend that will put up with crabbing and whining about something that is necessary, and still tell you that everything will be okay and it is fine to crab and whine.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
Alice Hoffman
It's nice that the weather is warming up. That gives us all some hope that this darn winter will soon be behind us. It is a little maddening, though, to see all the limbs and sticks laying in yard since the snow melted and revealed them. It will be a while before I can use my arms like I have always been used to and I am itching to start cleaning the yard to get ready for mowing. Little Ma knows what I am talking about. She will be 90 years old this year, but that doesn't stop her mind from thinking of all the things she would like to do, like when she was younger. Her mind still works the same, it's the physical part that holds her back. Curses!
It's been a busy few days again, with all of us dealing with the "Dad" issue. Sorry I can't be more specific about this situation, but I'd rather keep it under wraps for awhile. Anyhoo, that's what has been keeping me hopping. I did have Al today. He played so good and kept himself occupied. Uh . . . however when I went into the bathroom and found the floor flooded and the sink full of water and toys, I thought he had been a little TOO occupied. When I got towels out and told him to clean up his mess, he said he was sorry, but didn't make a move. After several times telling him to please wipe up the water and getting no action, I did what I would have done to my own kids when they were his age. To get his attention, I thumped his head with my finger. He knew I meant business and proceeded to calmly mop up all the water. When his mom got home from work, I told him to tell her what happened today. He told her he had flooded the bathroom and then added "Hit head". I couldn't figure out when he had hit his head and then realized that he was ratting on my about thumping him with my finger. Well, I did get his attention and he learned a lesson at the same time. (little snitch!)
The wig turned out to look nice. I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and an old co-worker came up and said it looked good and very realistic. I wore it today but after a while, it gave me a headache, so I switched to wearing a scarf. I still haven't thought of the perfect name for the wig, but I'll come up with something. My truck is named Ruby Red, and I call my GPS Reba. I'm thinking maybe Roschelle? That way, I'll stay in the "R" family.
The main thing you have to be careful of , when wearing a wig, is to not get too close to heat. NEVER stick your head down by the oven door when taking something out, or you will melt it. I wouldn't want to wear a "Roasted Roschelle". That doesn't paint a pretty picture. No matter how nice the hairdo is, it wouldn't be so nifty when you have a big melted plastic glob right in the middle of your forehead.
I baked a cherry pie to take to Dad's, and wouldn't you know, the darn thing didn't turn out the best. Why is it when you are just making something for yourself, it looks great, but just when you want something to look good for someone else, it flops. It still tasted the same, so I took it over and left it. (he had gone somewhere). I never claimed to be the Pioneer Woman, or the Barefoot Contessa, or even Trisha Yearwood. I did manage to cook well enough for two kids to be adequately nourished enough to reach adulthood (actually, that's a rather pathetic thing to brag about, wouldn't you say?).
I am heading for bed. I am pooped and I'm sure there are lots of really kooky things waiting to happen tomorrow, so I better get some rest.
Oh, thanks to my friends that are sympathizing with me and my endless relationship with the drains. It is a true friend that will put up with crabbing and whining about something that is necessary, and still tell you that everything will be okay and it is fine to crab and whine.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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