It doesn’t seem so long ago that “grandpa’s munchkin” was just a happy goofy little kid. She’s not exactly front and center in this photo with mom and great grandparents but somehow she manages to grab the spotlight anyway.
She’s still doing that, fifteen years and counting.
I’m tempted to talk about time flying and growing up too fast but I’ll skip all that grandma blather we’ve all rolled our eyes at before and just wish Happy Birthday to our beautiful Valentine girl.
My November Day 14
Never let it be said that I won’t attempt the damnedest things. My oldest granddaughter asked me for this, although it was awhile ago and she may have forgotten. I hope she recognizes him. I gave it my best shot.
This reminded me of a funny story which I’ve told before.
But this is what old people do – we repeat things and don’t give a shit if you’ve heard them all twenty-six times already.
Granddaughter (the first) and I were sitting on the couch playing with her Polly Pocket dolls. She was responsible for the actions and deeds and commentary of three or four of them, but I had just one. I chose Snow White because she’s my favourite. I had her climb to the top of the couch-back where she jumped around, lost her wig, put it on backwards, freaked out because she couldn’t see, and screamed for help.
My granddaughter sighed, rolled her eyes, and said in her firmest no-nonsense 4-year-old voice, “Oh Snow White, get a grip of yourself.”
Snow White made less of an ass of herself after that.
Here’s to the last snow white day in January. And getting a grip when we need to.
This looks a little like one of my granddaughters!
And this doesn’t!
Scrolling through art boards on Pinterest has become my new thing, thirty days into a successful retirement. Well, can you fail at retirement? I sincerely hope not. Although having the inspiration fairy whack me over the head at midnight is never a good thing. I’m working on a weird multi media composition which I hope to finish today and share tomorrow.
W wants to know if I expect to make money doing all these projects. All I care about at the moment is keeping my brain in gear with something other than spider solitaire.
And my pencils sharp.
Happy Valentines Day and all that jazz.
Valentine’s Day never meant a whole lot to me until my first grandaughter decided 12 years ago that the 14th of February was a good day on which to arrive in this crazy world.
Happy Birthday Kenzie, our beautiful Valentine girl.
The photo challenge this week is “Close”. And it’s Father’s Day. So I’m combining these two themes and giving you this.
My beautiful granddaughter and my handsome son. It’s from a few years ago, and one of my most favourite Father-Daughter shots ever. You can never be too close to your dad and it’s impossible to love your kids too much.
It has been snowing like crazy all day long! Since we haven’t really had any snow to speak of this winter, perhaps in the next little bit we’ll get the entire winter’s worth all at once. And that would be okay, I think, just to get it over and done with. Of course, on a day when I should have stayed at home, I went out and slid around on the icy roads with the rest of the crazy motorists who are too stupid to wait for better conditions.
I ran into two people I haven’t seen in years at Tim Horton’s, of all places. Not in my car, but over the donut counter. One was an optician I worked with over ten years ago who is still in the business but going back to school to become a plumber. How’s that for a change in direction career-wise. I remember though that he was always planning crazy career moves, so perhaps this is just his latest wild dream. The other person is a long-ago contact lens patient, and I’m surprised we even recognized eachother. So in the process of talking to both of them and ordering a coffee and a hot chocolate and having my grandaughter pick out six donuts (it is not at all easy to make such choices in such a place) I completely forgot what I’d come in for in the first place, which was to get a gift card. So I’ll have to go back. But not today.
February 19th is National Chocolate Mint Day. I remember liking peppermint patties when I was little (because any kind of chocolate was such a treat) and, in the not so distant past, After Eights, but now I prefer my chocolate and my mint on different days. It’s just a weird combination and one kind of ruins the other. Sort of like mixing chocolate with strawberries, which makes both of them taste funny. I guess I’m just a food purist at heart. Like a kid who freaks out if the peas touch the mashed potatoes. Or if the ice cream is green. Ick.
Yesterday at Chapters I bought an awesome little book – How To Live in Flip-Flops by Sandy Gingras. It takes about ten minutes to read and will make you feel good about yourself and your life for much much longer than that, once you discover your flip-flop self.
If it’s Family Day weekend for you, I hope you’re having a great time with your family. Or without them, if they drive you insane. I’m going to light a candle or two and curl up with my grandaughter and my kindle and my I-Phone and her I-Pod and about fifty moshi-monsters and be thankful that no mint chocolate (in do-nut form or otherwise) will pass my lips today. Or ever, if I’m lucky.