"Hair" Today....Gone Tomorrow

Well, they did it.  Jett's first haircut and miraculously, we all lived through it.... Mostly me!  I'm pretty sure a Face Book comment saying, "She is so cute!" might have tipped the scales in favor of the scissors.  Mom and Dad said he was such a good buy and they documented it for posterity (and Grandma!)  The curls were saved and he does look even more handsome if that is even a possibility!  His Mama has an affliction for a hard part and now at least one of her boys....has one! I must concur, it looks great. Here's the proof:

Mind Builders

I love Lego's.  My checkbook disagrees with my love of Lego's but I believe they're worth every overpriced penny! Bailee spent an entire week-end constructing a Lego Bat-Cave and Bat-mobile.  There were literally thousands of pieces some as minuscule as a screw head. Three books of step by step instructions, bags of pieces and people and stickers to adhere.  There were even moving parts.  I thought, who in the world imagines these sets and then forms and consolidates the pieces and instructions?  This just might be a worthy profession.  I know that the construction alone instills patience, hand - eye- coordination (I couldn't even pick up one of the tiny pieces,) following intricate instructions, reading and comprehension and spacial acuity.  The biggest, and maybe for me, the most alluring quality is that various forms of technology;  gaming systems, tablets and ipads, pods and phones lay idle for hours.... Thank you Ole Kirk Christiansen for your foresight.  This man and his 12 year old son, invented Lego's, which by the way is Danish for "play well" and coincidentally means "put together" in Latin ...no kidding!!!!!!!  In the 30's, Ole's company produced wooden toys and later invested in a machine to make plastic interlocking blocks in 1947. The modern version of the Lego block was patented in 1958..the same year Ole passed away. They are still made today in over 130 countries around the world and the company is still run by the Christiansen family.  I'm happy to say that the Lego Legacy will live on for many years to come...at least for Bailee .......and me......and hopefully Jett (I'm pretty sure there's a Lego Jet!)

Gotcha...It's Valentine's Day

One of the most special days of the year in our world is Valentine's Day.  It's also, "Gotcha day!" 38 years ago, on this day, we brought Jeff home♥ I remember it vividly...and most everything else, I do not ;-) Recently, the day has been given even more significance when Jeff and Lacie started dating and the following year, he asked her to marry him....... all on February 14th. So, in essence, it's kind of a "Gotcha Day' for Jeff too.

This year was a fun day!  Here's the proof:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JETT!!!!!!!!

Wow, 365 days flew by like a flash. I can remember this day one year ago. The "kids" were off to a Dr's appointment then the call came that they were coming home to gather their "stuff" and heading to have a Jett.  I picked up Mima (Pam) and then we stopped at school to gather Julz.  It was a long 12 hours but we all managed to watch some TV, read some books, color in the swearing coloring books,  decorate a sleeping Papa with maxie pads and finally get down to a few hours of labor.  Somewhere in the fray of waiting (or maybe just a malfunction on the anesthesiologist's part).....the epidural failed....Lace was a trooper....at 12:48 a.m. after a few "Oh Gods" and only 3 "Oh F@*#s", we had a beautiful Jett....perfect in every single way....from his nose to his wings to his perfect little tail!!  I have been blessed to witness the birth of my grand kids and each was spectacular. My first experiences with childbirth were worth the wait.♥

This has been a remarkable year. I gained another daughter, another beautiful, smart and sassy granddaughter and an amazingly handsome grandson who is his Dad through and through.... from his cheery disposition to the curls on his head. Happy Birthday Jett Hewitt Hatfield♥

                                                  Each day is as special as the first!!! Love you!!!

Ground Hog Day

This just might be "My Day!"  I've become an old creature of habit...which means someone who is "extremely used to their own habits and does not function well without them!" Throw in a little bit of superstition and ....yep, that's me! Some would presume that makes life a little boring.  I think that makes life just fine.  I have a slight routine and I'm quite content following it.  Once in a while a little challenge or twist is a good thing but I enjoy my lifestyle and I can certainly handle 6 more weeks of winter...each day is a gift no matter the season or the weather. Boy, I am sounding geezerly!  

This just might be "My Day!"  I've become an old creature of habit...which means someone who is "extremely used to their own habits and does not function well without them!" Throw in a little bit of superstition and ....yep, that's me! Some would presume that makes life a little boring.  I think that makes life just fine.  I have a slight routine and I'm quite content following it.  Once in a while a little challenge or twist is a good thing but I enjoy my lifestyle and I can certainly handle 6 more weeks of winter...each day is a gift no matter the season or the weather. Boy, I am sounding geezerly!  

This just might be "My Day!"  I've become an old creature of habit...which means someone who is "extremely used to their own habits and does not function well without them!" Throw in a little bit of superstition and ....yep, that's me! Some would presume that makes life a little boring.  I think that makes life just fine.  I have a slight routine and I'm quite content following it.  Once in a while a little challenge or twist is a good thing but I enjoy my lifestyle and I can certainly handle 6 more weeks of winter...each day is a gift no matter the season or the weather. Boy, I am sounding geezerly!  

This just might be "My Day!"  I've become an old creature of habit...which means someone who is "extremely used to their own habits and does not function well without them!" Throw in a little bit of superstition and ....yep, that's me! Some would presume that makes life a little boring.  I think that makes life just fine.  I have a slight routine and I'm quite content following it.  Once in a while a little challenge or twist is a good thing but I enjoy my lifestyle and I can certainly handle 6 more weeks of winter...each day is a gift no matter the season or the weather. Boy, I am sounding geezerly!  


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I Can't Help Myself

Lately I have realized that I often have little control of the things I do (and possibly say!) I'm laying blame to a small part of my brain that is totally reflexive and has adapted itself to my masochistic tendencies.  For example:

I know that I should often NOT hit enter on my keypad.  It's perfectly OK to have typed what I did....it just needs not to be sent.....to anyone...ever!  sometimes, I can't help myself!

I see a comment on FB and I wonder if that person has a vision or hearing deficit or if they're actually just plain...an idiot.   I join the discussion.....I can't help myself!

I have emptied 5 small bags of conversation hearts into the valentine jar and proceed to devour 1 (BAG) throughout the next several days.......I just can't help myself!

I join the gals at Texas Roadhouse for supper... The rolls are served...and eaten, the next basket arrives..and well you know, I can't help myself!

There's a birthday, a shower, a wedding of some event coming soon.  I want to plan...it all....I can't help myself!

Amazon merely exists and ships for FREE....I can't help myself!

If there's an opening for a sarcastic remark,,I truly can't help myself!

I see a project on Pinterest, Etsy, HGTV or DIY, I need to do it...I can't help myself!

If I think something's funny, I laugh..out loud...a lot, I can't help myself!

On the positive side, if I can make someone else laugh.... I can't help myself!

Peanut butter, chocolate, bacon, cheese and garlic.................................I can't help myself!

I spot one of the resident eagles and I grab my camera.... I have literally thousands of pictures but...I can't help myself!

A new book from one my favorite authors...I buy it (for my Kindle)...I can't help myself!

It's a holiday, I decorate..I can't help myself!

I have become a creature of habit,  a bit of a recluse unless it involves a meal, a lover of all things feathered, a disciple of (although far from adept) technology and a Sarah Palin-like Mama Bear who feels an absolute need to shield and advocate for my family whether they are 1 or 100! I can't help myself!!   

I write a blog where I can praise myself, question myself or even scold myself but I just can't always help myself ;-)    ( unless it's bacon... and then I can always help myself!!!!                    

Crazy Week-end

Holy cow!  I am emotionally drained after 3 days of televised ups and downs, alternative facts and gains and losses. (not really.. but it makes for a better story... I learned that this week-end too.)

First came Friday's telethon of the inauguration.  I accomplished washing and drying one load of laundry, washed a few dishes left in the sink and took a trip to the $ store for toilet paper that ended up costing me $63. The rest of the day (until our dinner outing) was spent watching the whoopla of the Trumps going to church, having coffee, heading to the swearing in ceremony, heading from the swearing in ceremony, having lobster for lunch with a seated statue of Rosa Parks, going to the oval office to have his first lesson in switching pens 101, riding in the parade, walking in the parade, riding in the parade, a bathroom break before the real parade, watching the real parade, heading back "home" to get ready for 3 balls (always presumed he only had 2,)....(dinner break for me) and then back to watching the Trump and Pence families trip the light fantastic in their finery...( I really liked that party actually!)         The press was actually strangely meek.

Saturday began the exuberant coverage of the Women's "Rights" March.  Facebook slowly became a very negative part of my day.  It appears that the press got some much needed rest and returned to the pulpit sufficiently refreshed and back on the anti-Trump train.  Poor misunderstood women all over the world.  Many so very concerned for their safety and well-being that they chose to wear their vaginas on their heads.   Pretty sure many of them could have easily just reached down and slid it up and over.  I was instantly confused, which takes so very little lately, that I had no idea whether these marchers were protesting Trump, hoping for more rights.. ( I was obviously mistaken that we were already able to vote, work outside the home, run for office, speak freely, attend college, marry other women, adopt children, change our gender, eat meat or just green, leafy crap, and sit anywhere on the bus we chose!) or looking to vociferously chant in favor of pro life or pro choice.  Some appeared confused!  I think that if you contemplate your options before sex, the issue is resolved already! But, what do I know?

Sunday morning brought us a brand new talking point...... Alternative facts. Thank you Sean Spicer.  Chuck Todd says that alternative facts are just falsehoods.  Enter camera right, Kellyanne Conway.
She had her own one woman march right there on Meet the Press.  I must admit that I, for one, do not really give a rat's ass how many people attended the inauguration or the women's march.  It seems like much ado about nothing. I must give a check in the loss column for Spicer's first "briefing" as press secretary.  On another morning note, I was not too interested in the Donald's proclamation that he loved the folks at the CIA....... and wasn't it almost time for football????????

Sunday afternoon:  I decluttered my brain of all things political by spending some quality time with my granddaughter who whipped my ass in checkers and then in her newly acquired skill of gin rummy.  Thank God it was 3:00 as I was " ready for some football!"  It appeared my beating was to continue as I watched the Falcons trounce the Packers and the Deflatriots take the wind out of the Steelers.  It appears the only thing good about Super Bowl 51 will be Luke singing the National Anthem.

All in all it was a forgettable  65 hours......... with the wonderful exception of 1 hour of delicious prime rib at Lake Como, a 2 hour movie with Bailee, an hour's breakfast with my 2 grands and DIL and a walk and cottage time with B (3 hours!)

A crazy week-end indeed.......with a few sane breaks to spend with my crazy grands... I think I like being a conservative, country Gram!