Grandmas are just antique little girls

Weekends are nice for this Grandma. Highlights of it are going grocery shopping with hubby; somehow we look forward to it like it is a date, teehee. I like him a lot, and with all the bumps in the road, he seems to always make it be fine. Appreciated. Wanted. Welcome. Loved. Now how is a person supposed to function in that kind of atmosphere? Well, I hold a mirror up and it all shines right back onto him. Even when he gets on my nerves sometimes we still have this little world we have created for ourselves, with the help, I am sure, of God.

I have done lots of things in my different stages of life. It is hard sometimes to believe I am as old as my age, since I still feel like a 20 year old inside. So there is something to the adage that Grandmas are just antique little girls. I relate to all ages, because I have been all ages. haha. That seems funny to say.

This weekend hubby has a reprieve from crawling under the house to insulate the recently installed water pipes, because his neck has made it so he hasn't been able to get much sleep at nights for over a week. His chiropractor said it wasn't a good idea to do it today. And then last night he slept through for once, which was nice. He himself didn't wake up hurting like he usually has been, but his snoring woke me several times. But what's a grandma to do. He snored through two doors too, when I take to the other bedroom. But I still love the guy.

I finished the baby quilt for Hubby's daughter, due in December. The blanket is beautiful, and fit for a little prince. It will be a car seat blanket for the little one though, instead of a crib blanket. I only had two of the discontinued Bernat Lulu yarn of that color. I will take it to her when we go there for dinner Nov 4th. I'm sure she will like it and use it.
I have so many ideas for the next project, but haven't decided which one I will tackle next. My knitting is just the basic stitch but still fun for me to do. My Mother used to knit all the time, crochet, and embroider. I first tried to knit when I was 10 years old or so, and I would do it with nails and string, trying to be like my Mother. I couldn't get past the second row. But she did get me started on sewing blocks for baby blankets, and later on when I was a teenager I made quilts for my hope chest, and embroidered pillow slips, etc.

I don't do horoscopes, but when I signed in online today, the thing was right in front of my eyes saying that a friend might be not telling me a truth today, thinking they would be protecting me. For me to learn the truth myself. Now those zodiac things are something I don't base my days or my thinking on. Actually, any of them could probably fit Anybody, if you know what I mean. But I got to thinking about it. And I think I prefer knowing the truth of a matter. Then could make rational decisions. Being shielded is nice, but it is also nice to know what you are being shielded from. No, tell me the truth, and let me deal with it, or even help me deal with it, please.
That may be the secret to a good marriage, or my marriage anyway. We know what we are up against, and hand in hand face it together. There's a comradere that comes with it. Even when we argue about it, we are kind, considering each other; loving each other through it. I know that God knows what we are going through, and that He cares, and He loves me, and that bases my decisions.
And I appreciate the life God has given to me, and don't take things for granted.
Just wanted to check in, to keep posting on the blog. I will sign off before I erase everything. K

Grandmas are just antique little girls

I am getting ready to head out to volunter today at Life Care Thrift center, from 2pm - 6pm. It may be a Thursday thing from now on. I will be working with one of the girls I am used to teaming up with at work, too. That is good, because we do well together.
On the way, will mail a sm. package to #1 birthday girl. That feels good.
I had a good day yesterday. Colored my hair, made cookies, mopped the pretty kitchen floor. Then went to the Library, which is always nice, then to Costco for prescriptions, then to Safeway. Got gas in the car. Why does that qualify for a good day I wonder, but it did. I try to accomplish something each day.
Today it struck me as funny that I ate a candy bar while sitting on the couch watching the "Biggest Loser" on Tivo. So at least after that I went out and walked a little bit.
And, after this weekend of hubby putting insulation on the new plumbing underneath the house, next week I will get to go hug some little rug rats again, which is what life is about, and That is what really makes me happy. Jamba Juice, here I come!! Haha. But for now, I gotta scoot out the door. Don't fall over that I posted so soon again. :) me

Grandmas are just antique little girls

I have been Tagged by Topekatrina to list 5 wierd things about me. Happy Friday the 13th!

1. Well, I have a wierd bunion on my right foot. My Grandma had it, my Mom had it (both of them had to have surgery on it). But my girls didn't get it, so at least it stops with me.

2. There's this Scorpio thing about me; I think about death a lot. Not horribly; but sort of live each day like it could be my last.

3. Applesauce. I like it cold. Is that weird? Or wierd that my hubby likes it served hot, with wheat thins on it. And I can't spell weird.

4. Empathy? Is it weird that I always look for the reason why people say or do things? Always. Or sort of 6th sense when I can feel that a car will pull in front of me, and then it does. Happens all the time.

5. and lastly; Don't shut the door on me. Ooooooo Don't shut me in. Leave my door open, please. I'm not talking front doors to the house or car doors. Just if I leave my bedroom door open, don't come and shut it, Ever. Isn't that weird enough for you?


It has been so long since I posted. I took pictures of the kitchen cabinets, and they look fine. I just haven't figured how to post the pictures on my blog. Maybe somehow daughter #3 will help me with it someday when I am down there visiting. Now my neighbor thinks I am so lucky because the kitchen and carpeting look so nice in here, and I drive a nicer car than she does. And that is a new feeling for me. I don't feel like a snob, but I do know I have it better than some people (or even better than I ever had before); I love taking hot showers and feeling good that we have water and electricity. I don't think I ever could take things like that for granted.
Because I am still that country girl that carried water from the creek when I was growing up, and used the outhouse (yes, you heard right). The teenager with no money to buy a nice dress for the formal. The young mother that wished for Christmas on year just a roll of toilet paper and a loaf of bread. The mother that couldn't buy nice clothes or toys for her kids. I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
Things are going fine here. My Dad is down South where the sunshine is for the winter again. Although it hasn't really started raining here yet. I still play games on the computer. I still knit. We just had a 90th birthday party for my husband's mother last night. I get out walking more; still need to lose some weight. Still love my kids and grandkids. Our lives are the same as others, just a little different.
My joys are my family. My life is good.
I will sign off for now, and try to post more often. Take care, and behave yourself. *smile*