Around where I live, there are lotsa’ people who go to auctions.
Just last month, there was a nearly-new van sold for only a few hunnerd dollars. Lemme’ tell you, that was one happy group who bid on that one. I like goin’ to auctions on accounta’ I sometimes get some pretty good deals. I also like goin’ to find the types of things I can’t find in your average, run-of-the-mill shopping center; things like little collections that remind me of my gramma’.
Years ago, when I went to my first auction, it was quite a shock to my system to realize how many treasures could be had an’ how
many people wanted to take my new-found treasures from me. One of the first things my good hubby-buddy ever bought for me at auction was a treadle sewing machine. My, how I did love that machine. In fact, I used to sit at that machine for hours, with my babies at my knees. I would be happily sewin’ up some fun item, whilst they sat on the treadle an’ rocked it back an’ forth for me.
I finally wore that ol’ sewing machine out, after years an’ years of havin’ yards an’ yards of material fun. It was kinda’ sad when my machine quit. I’ve never found another one that I could work quite as well as I was able to work that one. I sometimes wish that companies would go back into the business of manufacturing summa’ those really nice treadle sewing machines, again. Seems like there are lotsa’ people who would prefer to use summa’ those easy-to-use, no-gadgets-to-mess-up tools from long ago. *sigh*
Until the next time, keep a hug on.
Ack! Ack! Cough! Oh, hi. Sorry ’bout that. Seems I have picked up some kinda’ flu bug ‘er sumpin’. I don’t usually catch colds or struggle with flu. I’ve been very fortunate like that. I can’t imagine where I might’ve caught it from. I don’t really go anywhere, to speak of. I’m perfectly content to stay in my own little house an’ enjoy bein’ somethin’ of a recluse. ‘Course, it doesn’t bother me to go out. Or to have anyone visit, for that matter. I’m jus’ very comfortable bein’ home, ya’ know?
I was gonna’ do so many things, today; write the great American novel, sew a new wardrobe, make gifts for all my grandies for Christmas. I had the whole day planned out. Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, the flu bug changed my mind. Now, I’ll pro’lly hafta’ reschedule alla’ that fun stuff for another day. Ungh! Life can be sooooo haaaaaard.
Be careful whilst reading this post. You don’t wanna’ get too close. I really wouln’t want you to catch whatever it is that caught me. This is NOT fun. This is not fun, a LOT! So, be sure you drink your juices, eat all your veggies an’ don’t forget to take your vitamin C. An’ above all, stay healthy an’ well, k?
Until the next time, keep a… Healthy… hug on.
One of my grandies has developed his own standards for enjoying the greatest happiness in life. At six years old, there are several areas of Do’s and Don’ts, as far as he’s concerned. For instance, sitting still is a definite No-No, but if he wants cake an’ milk for breakfast, his talent for debate is quickly displayed.
One practice he developed seems to have arrived at the time he was born. This particular conviction has been somethin’ of a problem because there could be some very long-term negative repercussions to his decision.
Fortunately for Grandie Boy, his daddy loves a good debate. It’s interesting to watch as the two banter back an’ forth, each seemingly a master with words. I love it that their battle of words can be so convincing, yet never lose the sense of love an’ caring. Both my son (Grandie Boy’s daddy) an’ Grandie Boy treat such events as just another game.
I’m sure by now, you must be wondering what it is that can cause so much discussion. Vegetables. That’s what Grandie Boy fights so hard against. According to him, there are no edible vegetables. Well, unless you count French Fries. To him, the thought of allowing somethin’ so vile to touch his tongue is nuthin’ short of certain death. Naturally, Daddy constantly seeks new ways to include veggies as a delicious an’ appealing food.
Enter, Asparagus! According to Grandie Boy, only cows eat grass an’ he ain’t a cow. Since asparagus looks so much like Cow-Food (Grandie Boy’s own pet name), he has developed many discussions against this particular food.
Until last week, that is. At long last, Daddy found the ideal way to prepare this most despised food. Now, before I tell you how it was cooked, you need to remember that some lessons are learned by means of small steps. Admittedly, the preparation was not the most healthful way to eat a vegetable, but since it was the first time that Grandie Boy was willing to try asparagus, perhaps the preparation can be overlooked this time.
As expected, when one bite of this new food was placed on Grandie Boy’s plate, his natural reaction was suspicion. However, since it had been rolled in flour an’ looked like a French Fry, he allowed it to stay. Daddy told him he din’t hafta’ like it, but he did hafta’ try it. With more interest than he had ever shown before, Grandie Boy lifted the spear of fried asparagus between two fingers an’ slipped the whole thing into his mouth. Daddy waited for the reaction an’ when there was none, he placed another section of fried asparagus on the plate.
Grandie Boy picked it up an’ took a bite. It was at this point that the child stated his true feelings; words every parent wants to hear. “You know, Daddy, I think I could learn to like vegetables.”
As gifts go, those words were among the best offering ever presented by a child to his parent.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.
Don’t you jus’ lov it when you have one ‘uh those days where everything falls right into place an’ works out even better than anything your imagination could come up with? Yeah, me too. That’s the kinda’ day I had on Sunday; perfect.
Friday… not so much. I’ll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that Friday will not go down in history as one ‘uh my favorites. I have learned that movin’ furniture an’ regroupin’ an entire room, startin’ at 10:30 at night is p’rhaps not the wisest thing to do when you know that Saturday is gonna’ be filled with deadlines.
Alla’ that was said so’s I could tell you that I am grasshopper. On Sunday, I gave a talk in church an’ it explained completely why I now realize that I am a grasshopper. I know that most of you are ants an’ I am okay with that, but it is nice to finally know that I have found my place an’ even grasshoppers are important in our society.
If you’d like to have a deeper unnerstandin’ of the difference between ants an’ grasshoppers, please read this article by Louise Plummer
. She is also a grasshopper. The short version involves Aesop’s Fable, The Grasshopper and the Ants.
Basically, the ants are very much in control of each area of their lives, whilst the grasshoppers are more spur-of-the moment. I think you would really enjoy Louise Plummer’s article an’ I hope you’ll click on the link to read it. For myself, I am finally comfortable with who I am. It has been shown to me that, in spite of the fact that I do things differently than the ants of the world, my kind of personality is still as necessary as those who are organized an’ plan their lives well.
So, what are you? A grasshopper or an ant? Whichever you are, I’m sincerely thankful that you have chosen to be a part of my life.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.
Lookie here. Can you see in here? See what I’ve been doin’? Yeah; it’s a mess, alright. That’s what always happens when I start shufflin’ things around. I get THE. BIGGEST. MESS. you ever saw. I simply cannot seem to make one. tiny. little. improvement without first destroyin’ everything in my path. Tonight, my office was the unwilling victim. An’ several rooms in the surrounding vicinity. I can’t seem to help it; that’s what I do. I’m a mess.
Are you like that? No? I kinda’ din’t think so. You seem to be far more in control of things. Whenever I sneak over an’ have a peek at your blog, everything is so nice an’ tidy. Why anybody can see how easy it is for you to make yer life run smoothly. I’ll bet you’ve never had a crisis or an unexpected event in your whole life, have you? No, I din’t think so. See? I could tell on accounta’ whenever I look in on you, there you are, jus’ movin’ around an’ takin’ control, like you might have the world by the tail.
Well, here’s the thing; I was thinkin’ you could move in with me. That way, when I start scatterin’ things around an’ lookin’ to make some irreparable kinda’ destruction, you can pull out the Logic Card an’ set me back on track. That way, I won’t be so quick to lose control an’ you can take a few minutes to point me in a more user-friendly direction than one that’s gonna’ take three days to recover from. Don’t you think that’s a slick little plan? Me, too. So, whenever you’re ready, you come on down an’ we can start settin’ my life to rights, k? K, then.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.
Remember when you were young; what holidays were like in school? I recall doin’ a lot of coloring for each new holiday that rolled around. For the New Year, we colored banners with messages to usher out the old an’ welcome in the new. For Valentine’s Day, we colored an’ cut hearts, hearts an’ more hearts. Nearly all of the decorations were created by the kids, for the kids. Those decorations that weren’t provided by the kids were few an’ expensive. Remember that? I’m not a teacher, but I’ve known many teachers who spent much more than they could afford on classroom decorations an’ supplies.
Wouln’t it be nice if there were an inexpensive way to get new decorations each year, instead of havin’ all those expensive decorations wind up in a box with so many other supplies, that the edges are curling or the pages are gettin’ creased? Hold onto your horses ’cause I have news for you!
Python Games gave me the chance to try out their Halloween Printables so’s I could tell you all about ’em. To be really honest, I din’t expect a whole lot, as I had not previously known about Python Printables. However, when I clicked on the link to download the games, I was completely shocked at the quality an’ attention to detail that was involved. At every click of the mouse, I was more thrilled by all that was included.
‘Course, you know how much I love puzzles. There are numerous puzzles, in shapes to compliment the holiday. Here’s one:
You can make as many copies as you wanna’ an’ really decorate your classroom, office, party hall or wherever you feel like celebratin’ the fun.
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Until the next time, keep a hug on. ~ Yaya
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