TWO HOUR ESCAPE
Me: Hey! I just took my temperature and it's 97.8, normal for me.
Dee Ice: Good. Let's go somewhere.
Me: You have to stay home until your temperature is normal for 24 hours.
Dee Ice: No, you're normal, let's go.
(We didn't.)
Later...
Me: (after taking temperature again) Guess what?
Dee Ice: You're still normal?
Me: No, it's up again.
Dee Ice: Why did you take it again???
Me: Oh, you mean if I get a normal temp, don't take it again and just start going out?
Dee Ice: Exactly. Stop trying to be a hottie.
Later we decided to go check Dee Ice's new road, the idea being that I would be in the car the whole time.
The snag? When we stopped to get gas and a friend came over and opened my car door. I grabbed the checkbook and put it across my mouth and said, "I still have swine flu." She quickly stepped back and slammed the door.
Other than that, we had a lovely two-hour drive. Oh yeah, these pictures don't show it, but we saw SNOW.
WHY I BLOG
Looney blogged about the reasons he began blogging, and I decided to do the same thing.
I think a good share of my family blogged before I did, and in fact, it was my daughter MJ who came to me one day and said she had set up a blog so I could start. I was reading other family members' blogs then, but couldn't comment. Now I have a whole list of family and friends' blogs, and if you don't believe that, check my links.
I blog mainly to keep in touch with people I care about, and I think the blogs and the chat my siblings and I do on Sunday nights have brought the family closer together.
I didn't want to have an arguing blog over topics of religion and politics, because I think I have enough drama in my life (I don't always blog the drama. Surprised?), although it's interesting to read others' blogs who do.
I discovered that I had friends who were blogging, too. I have not wanted to make my blog private, because I have enjoyed getting to know other people on the internet. Once my kids moved out I discovered I live a pretty solitary life here.
Bit by bit I am becoming less technology challenged. I learned to put on the cartoons. Most of these cartoons are from the past, things that happened with my kids and things that happened when I worked as a teacher's aid. I have jail cartoons I haven't posted, still trying to decide if I will. :0)
Last mother's day my kids went in and got me a digital camera, so now I occasionally put pictures on, too.
Sometimes I think I am a pretty boring blogger, but this is just showing a little slice of my life, which is boring sometimes. I enjoy blogging. Delirious and Looney are right that all bloggers need therapy and I think this is kind of therapy. I enjoy reading other people's blogs and seeing what their lives are like.
So Gilbert Girl, you need to start blogging again. :0)
IF YOU ONLY HAVE 24 HOURS TO LIVE....
When we lived in Montana Dee Ice had to go to a training session. He read some graffiti on the bathroom wall that said: If the doctor says you only have 24 hours to live, spend it in Dillon, Montana. It will seem like a life time.
Or spend it here. That will work, too. :0) This week boredom has spurred me to do something I rarely do - sit in front of the tv watching dvds. How pathetic is that? I have a Christmas project I am working on that requires some hand sewing. A lot of hand sewing. So I have watched all 5 Harry Potter movies, Shrek 3 which I realized I had never gotten around to watching for some reason, The Notebook, The Terminal, P.S. I Love You, Titanic, The Lake House, and Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I even watched a half hour of Dr. Phil for the first time, and an hour of Oprah. I haven't watched Oprah since Susan Boyle was on, and not for about 12 or 13 years before that.
So last night I talked Dee Ice into running some errands for me, and I rode along in the car. I had him return my library book that was due today (he took the others back when he went to the library a few days ago), sent him into 2 stores for some items I needed, and talked him into going through a drive-up for dinner. I stayed in the car through all this and had him get the money out of my wallet so I didn't touch any of it and spread swine flu germs.
Do I know how to live on the edge, or what? :0)
OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES
I picked up the phone yesterday and thought no one was there for a minute. I thought it must be a telemarketer making simultaneous calls. I said, "Is anybody there?" and a voice said, "Grandma, it's me. I'm putting you on speakerphone." I still wasn't sure who I was talking to as I have a couple of grandsons close in age, but it turned out to be Native Minnow's youngest.
After we talked about how he likes it in the new state they moved to, school, his teacher, his friend, how he has learned to swim at his apartment complex pool and the scarlet fever he had, he said, "Can I talk to Grandpa?"
I told him Grandpa was still at work, and he was disappointed. I said, "Well, Grandpa is going to quit his job in January." Grandson asked, "Where will he work then?" I said, "He isn't going to work any more, he is going to stay home."
And then, with all the wisdom of a first grader he replied, "Oh, and then he's going to sit in front of the tv all day, isn't he?"
NEIGHBORLY?
I haven't posted for a couple of days because I have been really, really sick...no, not with swine flu, but sick of being quarantined with swine flu! I am hoping today will be the last day.
Nene posted about her neighbors throwing their cigarette butts and trash into her yard. I have neighbors who do that, too. Usually it is various beverage cans or an occasional junk food wrapper. So far I haven't said anything, just picked it up... for 8 years. :0+
Also, the school kids throw their trash under our big Blue Spruce tree on their way home from school, too. It is because the previous owner of this house used to go out and scream at the kids if they rode their bikes up the driveway or stepped on her lawn, so all the kids began throwing trash in her yard. They also used to toilet paper her house or egg it. Trouble is, she moved and they all still throw the trash. Luckily we only got egged once, right after we moved in. Kids do still ride their bikes up our driveway and hit the garage door with their hands, though. It's like a neighborhood tradition that the older kids started, and the younger kids don't even know why they are doing it.
This morning someone tapped on my bedroom window at 6:28 a.m. A few seconds later I heard them tap on the next door neighbor's window, too. She must not have been able to get back to sleep, either, as I heard her tv come on a few minutes later.
What kind of people get their kicks from throwing trash in your yard or tapping on your window that early in the morning? Kind of makes you wonder about them, huh?
