Monday, August 31, 2009

Vitamin Gumball



"Tink" got here about 11:15 today, Mommy is working a later shift. She usually gets here with some little something or other she brings from home. She likes to present it to me and expects my approval. Today, with her treasures, she had what appeared to be a wrapped jawbreaker. I asked my daughter if that's what it was and she said "no, it's a vitamin gumball." That thing was as big around as a nickel! I've seen kids choke before and it's not a pretty sight! Needless to say, I was concerned, but tried not to go all postal and just keep an eye out, in case she turned blue. She managed to chew it down to a wad of gum without a problem. I calmly instructed her not to swallow it! Well, calmly might be a bit exaggerated, but I did tell her "DON'T SWALLOW IT, GIVE IT TO GRANNY WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO CHEW IT ANYMORE!"

She was chewing along well, when she told me (somewhat dramatically) she was feeling sick. I asked her what was wrong and she said she needed to eat so she would feel better. Hum, wonder where she's heard that... I'll take the Fifth Amendment! Anytime this child volunteers to eat without bloodshed, I'm game. I head off to the kitchen to fix her some lunch.

When I get back with the plate, I asked her to give me her gum. She got a strange look on her face and opened her mouth... NO GUM! I asked her where it was, she was too afraid to answer. "DID YOU SWALLOW IT? GRANNY TOLD YOU NOT TO SWALLOW IT!" She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and I couldn't raise any more fuss. It was plain to see she knew she'd screwed up, and after all, this too shall pass. It had better pass!


Who could resist such a sweet face? Not this Granny, for sure.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The New Gadget




The hubby is always bringing home something from work for the plant not having any lost time accidents. Increases in pay would be good, but they choose to invest tons of money in Safety Awards, instead. We've gotten coffee mugs, shirts, a first aid kit, a weather radio and other stuff that I can't recall at the moment. The latest thing to come home, (along with two mugs) was a pedometer/step counter, with pulse meter.

This tiny little gadget displays the time, number of steps, calories burned and a sensor to check your pulse. Did I mention how tiny this thing is? Programming it was a real trick. When you press the mode button, the print is so tiny I had to get out the magnifying glass. I could have used a couple of extra hands, or someone from the younger generation to just do it for me. Even the directions were in micro-print! (the read-out display IS easy to read, thank goodness) At least some of the modes got programmed... though I'm not real sure what I put in. It asks for your weight, which in my case is 110 pounds... 15 pounds above my ideal weight. I "think" that's what I entered, but don't know how to go back and check!

The idea is to clip it to your waist and let it count your steps and to check your pulse occasionally. Then it calculates the calories you have burned.

I put it on around noon yesterday and took it off around 11:40 pm last night. I didn't leave the house and my house is small. It calculated I had taken around 3,000 steps, which is about a mile. I didn't think that was too shabby until I read the calories burned... a mere 76! At that rate, the extra 15 pounds is not going to budge!

There are other activities said to burn many more calories, in a much shorter amount of time!!!

I'm going to stay fat!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

August 25, 1946/2009

This photo is 63 years old and so is the person in it.
(Ok, this photo is actually 62 years old... I stand corrected. The person in it is 63!)




"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE GREATEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! YOU'RE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU!"


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Kids

I've mentioned "Tink" before, but sometimes, something happens that's worth sharing. (She's not yet five and looks about three) Being the picky eater she is, I try my very best to get her to eat something other than complete sugary junk. We do really great as long as there aren't others around, who shall remain nameless, to cater to her food aversions with the easy way out. As "Granny" I prefer to attempt other methods first. With age comes wisdom.

When she got here this afternoon, she had already eaten frosted Cheerios at home and was wanting another bowl of cereal for lunch. After recovering from the apoplexy this caused me, I told her she needed to eat some FOOD! It took a little coaxing, but she agreed to eat some potato cakes. I gave her a few Goldfish to nibble on, while I made them and cut up some
strawberries to go with it. She didn't even wait for them to cool, before she began shoveling it in. As she neared the last few bites, she mentioned they were too big. I said, "no problem... look, they're easy to cut" to which she replied... "yeah, and I'm not lame!"

As I typed that last line, she just walked up and asked me for Cheerios, again. I told her she didn't need any, she just ate. She said "and I (meaning herself) just need to chill out!" Gotta love it!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

I Dare You!


Have you ever been told you should let sleeping dogs lie? Very good advice! Wake a sleeping dog and you are at risk to have your jugular vein ripped to shreds or your arm torn off. That being said, if you lived with a really cranky person that doesn't sleep well, stretched out in a recliner with their eyes closed, would you say... are you napping? Mind you, the person asking has nothing more to say and cranky person's hair isn't on fire and there is no emergency at the current moment. Or, cranky person is laying on the couch, with eyes closed and also, still not on fire or in an emergency situation... would you ask if they are going to take a nap? Did I mention EYES CLOSED?

Just curious to see if anyone else suffers this or dares to ask these critical questions, or if I'm just blessed.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I'm the cranky person! You were probably smart enough to figure that one out. Any burning questions you need to ask, SINCE I'M AWAKE!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Guess He's Mine!

My oldest Son was on his email recently and I happened to see his chat light on. After the second attempt to start a gab session, he finally responded. During our messaging back and forth, he told me they had gotten my Granddaughter her own laptop. Since I really, really want one, he was explaining things to me about a PC. I have a MAC that I love and am used to, but it is very different from a PC. Plus, my computer is set up in a room that gets quite toasty in the summer, even though it has its own AC unit. Now that Hubby is starting to be on here, way more than I prefer, I have to share. I don't play well with others and I HATE TO SHARE!

I had already seen my Son's Netbook and was satisfied this is what I would aim for, when he told me they had found the 15", cheaper than his. Rather than keeping on trying to explain by typing, I had him call me on the phone to give me more details. Being that I'm more of a "see it" than "hear" about it person, he decided to bring them over so I could compare the two.

I was impressed with both! Just the thought of having a wireless laptop, that I could take to my favorite chair and get email alerts with sound rather than refreshing to check, sounded excellent. My MAC doesn't have audible email alerts. After losing it once to lightning and having to unplug the ethernet cable each time it storms, wireless sounds wonderful. I was ready to go out and get one, either one, both were fine with me. I loved the small size of the Netbook, but I also loved the bigger screen of the 15", due to crappy eyesight. I could feel a shopping trip coming on. It's something special for me to feel like leaving my house. This was definitely motivating me to get out!

While walking him to the car, still chatting about laptops, I spotted his GPS. Since that was one of the few things I wanted on my new car and didn't end up getting because I'm too cheap, I questioned him about it and whether it was hard to use. This started another discussion that led to him telling me to hop in, so he could take me around the neighborhood to show me. I'm not afraid to drive, but I am terrified of getting lost. My brain can't figure things out sitting at home, much less when you have freeway options in umpteen different directions! When I do venture out, it's usually within 10 miles of home and rarely on a freeway and certainly not by myself. Actually, 5 miles is more in my comfort zone and that's only if I can force myself to get out of the house at all.

Seeing the GPS opened up a whole world of options for me. Being able to feel comfortable, IF I decided to go somewhere and not getting lost seemed almost too much to fathom. I was so excited I made the statement that if I had to choose between the laptop and the GPS, I thought I'd have to go with the GPS, to which my Son said... "Mom, you don't need a GPS to get to the corner Chevron!"

What a smarta$$! Guess he comes by it honest, after all, he is my Son.

Well, mister smarty... I've decided to get BOTH! Since I raised you, I figure I've earned it! So there! Pfffffft!