Home Town Visit!

This weekend I drove "home" to visit my Darlingest Sister and her punks.  I took our boxer, Pete, with me to stay for his vacation. Pete and Ty (darlingestyoungest nephew punk) have this boy-n-his-dog thing going on.  Wither thou goest... 
The drive itself is only 3 hours and 15 minutes, usually. Ummm not so much this time. It took me almost 5 stinkin hours to get there. 2 awful wrecks had traffic tied up for a full hour for the first accident and about 45 for the second. Don't know if there were injuries but I sure hope not. Luckily, I am highway potty smart and was ok for the sitting time. It coulda been really ugly as there are no trees or bushes at these stretches of road. 

The secondary reason I went up this weekend was to get my hairs did. My dear friend's lovely daughter did MY lovely daughter's hairs recently and she looks beautiful so it was my turn.  She's cute, eh?

 

The sis and I were supposed to sit around and play cards and eat too much but we got sidetracked, happily, at a couple basketball games. I LOVE basketball. Especially played by little boys with pink cheeks and sweaty hair. 

I also LOVE sitting with other punks while watching the game and eating peanut M&M's.

These were all the brats except for Dale who was home resting up from the dreaded pig eppizoodies. He wanted to be healthy enough to play his own game the following day.

Ty had torn off a major chunk of flesh from his knee recently and the mean ole Mom cleaned it up for him and put on a new bandage. It was NOT fun, but made for a purty durn cute photo op.

This is what happens to my DarlingestSisters face if you tell her NO about something fun she thought we should do.

Luckily she snaps right out of it when we find a new friend!!! We met up with Jayme!!! Of Tales of the Coop Keeper fame!! If you haven't found her web home, you must.. Simply must. http://talefromthecoopkeeper.blogspot.com/

Jayme has this RocketDog fettish. Can't say as I blame her.  What apron fabric did you buy US, Jams???

I thought the pic needed a touch of skin, rated G of course.

This is Dale boy when he finally felt better and was able to play ball. I hope you can see his big ole grin. He does care about rebounds and shooting arc's and zones but FUN is the #1 goal of the whole day.

This is how we spent Sunday morning. Everybody there was still medium plus sick. Hope I dodged the bullet. If not, the trip was soooo worth the exposure.
Note how happy Pete looks with his girls. Also note DarlingestSisters groovy jammies and pose. LOL LOL

P.S. Happy Birthday Abby!!!

Wednesdays are for rambling.

It's cool and grey and yugly (yes, that's a real word) outside today. So, what to do?

For sure Kaia Stinkypantswhineyfacewaterhead Baby's coming over. But then...

Do I make cookies? Ok. Oatmeal for GrumpycrazyUncle? Pudding Choc.Chip for moi? Both?!

Should I go through my Christmas gift box and delegate what goes to who?

Should I clean my nasty bathroom?

Should I sew up some torn uniforms for Grumpy?

Sew up those sleep pants for Kaia's mommy I've been meaning to do since last MAY?

Should I just play on the computer all day? Ebay? Blogs? Here's my fav.

http://talefromthecoopkeeper.blogspot.com/

Maybe I could paint the wall in daughterunit's room to surprise her?

Should  put together my holiday recipe book as seen on 

http://www.hillbillyhousewife.com/blog/?p=2317

Or should I finish that book I'm loving? The Long Walk Home. By Will North.

lhttp://www.goodreads.com/book/show/516026.The_Long_Walk_Home_A_Novel

Or should I finish poor Hank's much needed hair cut?

 

Or should I put out the word about darling niece, Faith's, Christmas Extraveganza?

http://www.towletheater.tix.com/Event.asp?Event=212467


                 I love love love being the Queen of the Known Universe.
                           I get to pick the Royal Agenda.

                                               

Krazy Kitten

• Presenting....Kitty!
• This is one strange "duck"

He likes baskets and washing machines.

• and dogs

and looking reeeeally scarey

Who invented Headaches?

I think that's a pretty valid question. Did God figure we needed a little one-two punch to slow us down so we'd appreciate our lives? Did he pick up Eve, give her a good solid shake, thus rattling her noodle when she ate that fruit? Then Eve, being the lovely sharing girl that she was, passed that noodle-rattle on to all us girls? She messed things up for us, ladies. Before she made that fateful faux pas we didn't have to bother with bra's that feel like giant rubber bands, no laundry, no ironing, no cooking, no housecleaning (gardens in paradise are notoriously self cleaning) and our Adam's weren't always mad at us for talking them into being stupid too. I think God musta given Adam a faulty backbone. Come to think of it, only way I can talk MY Adam into doing anything is to bribe him with biscuits. Hmmm.  I digress (enrich your wordpower).

I've had stinkin' Migrain's for 10+ years. Some are just nagging.  "Hello. I've come to worry you into thinking I'm gonna get out of hand. Does this bug you? Does this bug you? Does this bug you?". Others are Show Stoppers. "I'm gonna slap you silly and make you wish you were born a worm (no heads). Don't even THINK of enjoying anything ." Then there's the fateful Stompers. "You, my dear witless victim, are going to sleep for days. Fall off toilets. Throw up and smack your head on the toilet rim (bwaahaha, double whammy!) Live in a dark cave with sunglasses on and disappear from life for days on end."

This week I've been visited by the Show Stopper variety. Daytime is pretty slow. Gotta keep my movements to the turtle speed. But nights have been cooking up closer to the Stomper show. Sunglasses in the dark. TV on low. Ice packs. And my second best friend-Phenargen. I reserve the first best friend spot for, insert heavenly music here,  Percocet.

Even feeling crummy I'm thankful. I'm thankful it's not worse. I've had some doozies. But I'm also thankful for those doozies.! 5 years ago this month I was in the hospital cause one was being so hateful to me. The powers that be did an MRI to be sure I didn't have a bleed. No bleed but it showed a small anyrism. (spell check doesn't work here). Went to some specialist high mucky muck doc in Indy and voila! it had gotten bigger. Bigger ain't better in all circles. So a couple weeks later he warmed up his chainsaw and stapled that sucker. Done! Whew.

Thus the best headache story ever....After surgery I'm still fairly wobbly, using a walker and I had a Stomper. I toddled off the the bathroom to kneel before the porcelain alter. I'm in there yacking up from deep down in the toe area and whacked my "dent" on the edge of the alter, hard enough to throw me backwards into the wall, thumped the BACK of my head against the wall, thumped my behind to the floor and promptly wet myself. All I could think was Moe, Larry and Curly got nothin' on me. I'm laughing so hard my poor, worried Mom comes flyin in. She finds me, Frankenstein face, sitting on the floor, in a puddle, the walker on top of me (knocked it over in the melee) laughing like the village idiot. Oh, sweet dignity, forever lost.

Like Ian says, "Everything's fun!".

Sample of life w/Ian

We had a lovely, but too short, visit w/Ian Erich last night. Thought you'd like to see how he likes to dress on his day off. All he did was get out of his car and I started giggling. GrumpyUnk did the same.

And this is what he did to Hank. Doesn't he look embarrassed???

Note the diabolical eyeball behind him...

Ian Erich

These handsome men are our little boys. Ian Erich is the blonde and Clinton Joel is the handsome older

on the right (he'd lost his hair in a bet).

Ian and Joel share an apartment in Indy w/their sister, Rachel Brie. Poor Brie, she's the neat one and suffers now from nasty-brothers-who-can't-throw-garbage-out-or pick-up-or-wash-dishes syndrome.

Ian is coming home for a visit sometime today! I realize he's only an hour away but he leads a full and busy life so we don't see him as often as would be MOMoptimal. I have to book him far in advance. You see, he's one of the funniest men I've ever known. He just opens his mouth and great lines spill out. He's not working at it, or thinking ahead to try to crack me up. It just happens. He doesn't even really care if I laugh or not, HE knows it's funny.

 This is Ian's Rabbit Helmut(size 4T sweatapnts) His 4 y/o cousin gave it to him. He wore it w/pride.

When he was about 7 I gave him a can of Comet and sent him to scrub the bathtub. About an hour later I realized I hadn't seen him since. I went in to the bathroom. He had emptied half the can into the tub, was on all fours in there with rags in his hands and on his knees swishing from front of tub to back, grinning like a monkey. "Are you having fun?", I asked? "EVERYTHING'S fun", he sweetly replied. Duhhh.

This is the same kid who at age 2 was sitting on the front porch with his Dad and Dad's Army buddy. The water sprinkler was going. Dad would throw a can onto the lawn under the water spray and when the shower was pointed the opposite direction he'd say, "Ian, go get that for me". Off the boy would run to help his Pop. Of course, by the time he'd get to it the sprinkler had oscillated back to where the can and now Ian were. Face full of cold water-freak out-grab the can and run to Dad. The "grown ups" would laugh hillariously and repeat. I came out on the porch to check things out and put the Kabosh on the plan (after I watched a couple of times). GrumpyUnk then asked me "Why is it we thought 2 kids was enough??"

It wasn't.