A January Thursday

Each month I have a theme in the house. January is snowmen. I have snowmen hand towels, snowmen trivets, snowmen candy dish and so on. I have snowmen cutouts on the bathroom mirror.

February is...You got it! Valentines.

Instead of having a candy dish full of candy that I rather would not eat but would (candy calls my name), I found a happy alternative. Come morning snack time, I placed blackberries in the dish. My local HEB grocery store has them on sale (5 packages for 5 dollars). As I came and went from errands in the house, I would grab a few. Here is an example: dryer stops. Grabbed two. Folded the clothes. Grabbed 2 more on way to put up the clothes. So as I did the housework, I snacked on fruit instead of whatever I could find.

Tonight, before going to bed, I am going to cut up a banana and freeze it. Then tomorrow I will lay out the banana slices on the candy dish to snack on.

Rained today so no exercise. I talked to my nephew whose young daughter got trapped between the wall and the tred machine while the babysitter was using it. She is missing a large amount of skin on her right hand, right upper arm, some off her neck and chin. Wes has always told me to never use the tred machine when our grandson is around. Reasoning was that the belt walkway creates a suction that can pull him under since he is so little. I am just so sorry that my great niece is having to go thru this.

If you were here today

If you were here today I would have you out in the swing. The sun is warm, a light breeze is blowing, just perfect weather to be outside.

We could have a picnic. I would spread a blanket on the ground and we would have juice, crackers, cheese and fruit. We would play with your little cars, crawl around in leaves that are on the ground. Maybe even discover a bug or two. We would have fun.

The electric company came the other day and cut down the trees in the back yard. They cut down the trees in all the backyards. We would have watched them cut the trees down from a safe distance.

Dozier the yellow lab doesn't come around anymore for his morning handout. His owners gave him away. Dozier was a gypsy kind of dog. Nomadic. So we can not watch Buddy and Dozier play anymore. That's kinda good as you and I would get run over if we got in their way. Sometimes you were funny as you would get out of their way if you could, leaving me to fend for myself.

It is almost lunch time. I don't feel hungry. I just wish you were here.

Love, Grandmommy

Buddy's family

The eleven month old grandson is back living with us. At first I grumbled alot and I do mean ALOT about having him here but blessings can come in disguised smaller packages. He pulls my hair as he tries to stand up. He hits me with his little fist and lays his head on me. The adults all say, "Look everyone, he is loving on the dog. Isn't that cute?" UGH!

As I was saying, blessing do come. This kid has some really good stuff fall off his high chair. I don't even have to wait long at all. The kid, Jason, throws things off his tray without even looking at it. But I think he is weird. Sometimes he throws food off his tray and then he leans over to look at it. Well, what do you expect me to do, put it back on his tray? Hell no!! I'm gonna gobble it faster that anybody says "No, Buddy. That's the baby's." I am a dog, afterall.