Tuesday, April 15, 2014
We have a plethora of beautiful girls in our second generation--meet Lorelai. She looks determined with a sweetness chaser. I can't wait to meet her. I'll probably need a bib and utensils because I plan on eating her up! She makes NINE grandkids--six pink, three blue. Smashing fun! I love her ballerina ostrich. She sent me some birthday greetings and apologized for coming 4 days early of that. Not to worry. We'll share the same zodiac sign and call it good. I find myself peering deep into this picture--trying to perceive her soul, you know. She may be a caboose in that family. I'm wondering who was at her send-off celebration...Will she be the doll toting sidekick her sister Rosie really needs? I hope her arms are skinny enough for the sweater I'm knitting! Dog lover or cat affecianado? Tummy or back sleeper? Mommy's girl or Daddy's? Are there mud puddles in her future? Bubble baths? She seems completely likeable to me. Welcome to the circus, Lorelai. Grab a hand, hold on, enjoy the cotton candy, and watch out for the tigers...Love, Grammy
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
I'm not going too far into details, just can't resist the highlights. Paco left the house early early today to get a crown on a tooth he broke. One car is in the shop, so I said all gallant like, "Ill just walk." We live about 3 miles from the hospital, but the day was above freezing--bikini weather for Brrrrrr Lake. Now, I'm just vain enough that I took some extra time today getting ready. Don't want anyone examining my ROOTS along with my colon! Neither do I want to become legendary for fuzzy legs. Needless to say my pastoral walk into town turned into alternate speed walking/jogging as I raced the clock. It seemed too early to solicit friend help, and besides my phone was dead. With a mile left and my appointment time behind me, I hailed down a car. She waved merrily and passed me by. Then I got aggressive and stepped out in front of the next truck, flailing both arms this time. And THAT is how I ended up being delivered to my colonoscopy by a Peruvian sheep rancher. Honestly.
P.S. Who knew my procedure included lunch in the cafeteria for me AND my newly-crowned designated driver! AND I got an A FREAKING PLUS on my colon!!!!!!!! Whoooo--eeeee!