You Know You’re Getting Old When…

you don’t see the things around you in the same way/manner others do. Let me explain: I am NOT a person who likes to go shopping at large malls but yesterday my youngest asked if I would take him to our local gigantic mall and we went.  I don’t know about you, but I was inundated with the continual feeling of being ‘just plain OLD’! Mind you, I haven’t been to this mall in probably 4-5 years (I hate malls, remember? It’s the agoraphobia-’fear of large places/crowds’ thing-I end up having a panic attack … not pleasant, for sure!).  We walked around and through several of the areas and stopped in several clothing stores to purchase youngest’s clothing (earnings from his job). I was totally amazed; no, guess that’s not the right word…shocked would fit better here, at just how much the ‘world of merchandising’ appeals to the younger (teens to 30’s) group. My last impression of this mall was ’spot on’ with yesterday’s: shoe stores, clothing stores, shoe stores, more clothing stores, etc. I’m not a ‘clothes horse’ at all; give me a good garage sale find and I’m happy, so you can imagine my feelings at having all this ‘junk’ stare me in the face. My family says I’m ’sheltered’…I guess in this instance, they’re right! For example:  we were at American Eagle clothing store and youngest picked up a pair of jeans . . . these were the ‘distressed’ look: very faded blue jeans with what I would describe as ‘wear marks’, holes all down the front of both legs and some on the back. This pair of ‘new’ jeans sell for $49.99!!! (he didn’t buy them…thank Heavens!). Next store: Hot Topics; a very ‘trendy’ teens store full of more (JUNK!) items to appeal to the younger set. In this store he picked up a pair of turquoise high-top tennis shoes which sold for, you guessed it, another $49.99! (we went to PayLess shoes and found a black pair of high tops for $29.99…with my $5 off coupon, they were just his price!). I know I’m getting older, but just looking at ‘what’s fashion in the teen world today’ made me sick to my stomach! Walking around the mall I had feelings of being WAY out of date (I kind of knew that, but maybe not as much as now); I was wearing a knit top, blue jeans and sandals. All around the mall were various ages of women with several things in common:  all were wearing tight fashion jeans with a leather belt, most were showing some skin at the waistline, and various kinds of shoe wear, all very ‘in fashion’ and, I’m certain, very expensive.  I’m not criticizing them, just making an observation. Do I feel less ‘chic/hip/in fashion’ after this experience? NO! A little ‘old’ because I’m certain I didn’t ‘fit in’, but really if you get down to it,  my body was covered, I was comfortable and the clothing I was wearing was totally affordable for me, therefore I declare:  I’m JUST FINE in my own skin! It’s sad to know that others feel the necessity to spend such exsorbitant (definition: “exceeding the customary or appropriate limits in intensity, quality, amount, or size”) amounts on ’skin coverings’; I’ll get off my soap box now…

Went to the office supply store today and saw an item I didn’t know existed: print them yourself bumper stickers! They come in a package of 6 for $9.99; you put them in your printer -  interesting idea! (yes, I do see that they ‘could’ pose a problem for those who decide that the world needs to know their inner secrets or where they think YOU should go or where they think you should stick things, but I’ll leave that to your imagination … grin)

Lately I’ve been immersed into the world of organizing a fund raiser for our special needs group. It’s been decided that we’re going to have a baked potato dinner with silent auction.

My job, so far, is to research the costs involved food-wise and design tickets (my fun project!). We’re shooting for the third week in October and 100 guests. Our silent auction will consist of donated ‘baskets’. Years ago we did a bowl-a-thon and had baskets; they were a hit so we’re hoping to do this again. I’m making two: a “Baby Shower” basket which will have a hand-knit baby blanket, three coordinating baby hats, a pair of crocheted ‘Mary Jane’ baby shoes for a girl and a crocheted pair of ‘high topped tennis shoes’ for a boy (my very talented friend Kim did the shoes for me). Also in the basket is a large, very soft stuffed cat. I haven’t decided yet whether to add a few small infant toys (like teething rings) to it. We’re hoping each basket will have a value of around $25-50. The other basket I’m putting together is a “Pie Time” arrangement consisting of a Pampered Chef pie dish, pie roller and flour/sugar sprinkler and then I’m still working on the rest of the items. Thinking maybe a set of measuring spoons, measuring cups, perhaps an apron or linen dish towel…who knows. We’ve composed a list of basket ideas and are in the process of asking people for donationed baskets. (Don’t worry…I’m not hitting you up! These will be to the ladies of the church where we meet). Our ultimate goal is to raise $300-400, which will cover our expenses for about a year. In years past we held garage sales (my favorite) but the other two ladies on the board felt we were not getting the profits and expending far too much effort for our work, so hence the potato dinner idea. We’ll see how this goes; if it works well we might do it again next year.  There are only three of us doing all the organizing/work, so you can see why we’re trying to conserve energies and get the most for our efforts.

That’s about ‘it’ for me lately; just got back from the chiropractor and he said that my back is now ‘better than when I first came in’; I’m feeling ‘well’ and it’s down to 2 visits a week for the next week then he’ll see if it will become once a month (YAY!). It’s not as painful to go through the manipulations, which I’m very glad of!

Next up is getting my organizing skills working towards tonight’s “Gym Night” for my special needs group. Once a month in the fall/winter months we hold a Gym Night for our kids. From 6:30-8:30 we have a meal (hot dogs, chips, pop and cookies tonight…I’m the hot dog cooking queen), a short Bible devotion, then the students are free to play basketball, bowl (using sets of childrens plastic bowling pins), color, do jigsaw puzzles, or just chat with their friends. We also host another church’s special needs group, so we’re expecting a total of 35-50 people tonight; ought to be fun!

I was listening to a gentleman at the chiropractor’s office talk about  now that he’s retired all he does is golf and rest and he only golfs twice a week; the rest of the time he just rests. My thought on that was: I’ve been retired now 26 years and I’ve NEVER been as busy in my life as I am now; guess it’s all in how ‘old’ you feel, eh?

On that note, I’ll close. It’s a wee bit chilly here today: in the 60’s, overcast with brief bits of sunshine (it’s supposed to rain today).  I’m not letting the cold air bring me down…still looking for the sunshine!

Enjoy your day!

Hugs;

Pammie

Look for the Blessings

Look for the blessings – that’s the phrase that ran through my mind while sitting in my car awaiting a tow truck … again. Today it was pouring down buckets of rain while I was driving to the local post office. Upon beginning to turn into the post office driveway my car stalled; I was able to start it up again immediately but had no power steering. I manuevered it into the first spot I could (which put me partly in a no-parking zone and also partly on the sidewalk).  After getting my wits about me I called my husband who said: “Was it raining?” (yes) and “Open your hood and see if your Serpentine Belt is still connected”. (Wise man…he’s been through this before with HIS van!). Since I made the call to him inside the post office, I had to walk outside to my van to check…before I even arrived at my car I could see the belt hanging on the ground under my car.  (Look for the blessings)  I called AAA for a tow, called the local Midas (who had my car not even a month ago with the gas tank/brakes problem…remember?), then “Looked for the blessings.”  (1) I didn’t get into an accident because of the belt failing (2) my car WAS off of the road where it wouldn’t be hit (3) I was safe (4) this didn’t happen last night going to or from my special needs group while I had 4 special needs adult men in my car with me on the expressway; the only real problems were that my car needed fixing again/I’d be inconvenienced without a car for about a day/I missed my chiropractors appointment…all of which could be ‘handled’.  Praise the Lord this didn’t happen when I was in so much pain with my back! As of yesterday I’m finally able to stand up straight . . . that came in handy today when I had to climb up into the cab of the tow truck (very high, but they had 2 steps) then the same when the repair place owner drove me home in his (very high up) pick up truck.

Just got a phone call that they can probably get my car fixed and back to me this evening . . . in time for me to drive me son to his school registration (before 7:30). That’s a blessing! Problems? It seems they found a lot of oil leaks on my engine and can’t really assess where it’s coming from until I get the engine cleaned! Good thing? He told me there’s a $20 car wash almost across the street that can steam clean my engine so that they can locate the oil leak problem.

Life just keeps ‘coming at ya’…the secret is not letting it get the best of you.  There’s a verse that’s stayed with me ever since I was flat on my back in the hospital many years ago recovering from a hysterectomy; it spoke to me then and has stayed with me all these years:

“I have learned , in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”  Philippians 4:11

It’s not always easy and it doesn’t always come quickly, but if you look past the problems and try to find even one blessing, it’s a start.  Life isn’t going to get any easier… it only makes sense to (in the words of that old song) “Look for the silver lining.”

Hoping your day is going well;

Hugs;

Pammie

PS: The other blessing? Today is my husband and my 33rd wedding anniversary! (the ‘extra blessing’?…he’s bringing home our favorite pizza and a huge Greek salad!!! YAY…I don’t have to cook!)

PPS: One more thing…took youngest to register for the school year; got to the “Fines” table and learned that they had on record my son hadn’t returned TWO of his books last year to the tune of $122.00! The ladies at the table were really great, searching lists of books that had been turned in since the end of school. BOTH books were on the lists…what a blessing! The $105 that I had to pay for the car was ’something’, but at least it wasn’t compounded by another bill for $122! Now that’s what I call a blessing!

Like My Friend “Nemo”…

I “Just Keep Swimming”!

As I’ve said before, this has truly been a really crazy/busy/goofy week … especially when it comes to cars! I told you the tale of how my brakes failed on Tuesday; the repair place didn’t get my car back to me until yesterday morning which totally wiped out my going to Knit Night on Tuesday evening AND my special needs group on Wednesday night. That was a bit frustrating but, if I could have chose any week to miss both groups, I guess this one was the best-BOTH groups were really down on numbers which made the two lovely people who are my assistants in both groups have a better evening of it while managing both groups alone.

Thursday found me “with car” again and I happily completed several errands to the Library, Post Office (where I picked up a box of 168 more squares!) and a quick trip to the grocery store.  A little later I jumped in my car to drive middle son to work, turned the key only to find that the car would start then immediately quit again! This drove me nuts! Middle son ended up getting a ride to work from his boss and I waited until my husband got home to drop this latest ‘bombshell’ on him.  After a bit of tinkering with my car he came in the house and said: “You have NO GAS!”  “WHAT?” I sort of yelled; I just got a full tank on Monday and I haven’t driven very far at all!  We called the repair place and, of course, they didn’t have a clue WHY I would have lost an entire tankful of gas after they had to disconnect and remove the tank in order to put in new brake lines. Frustrating, for sure. Husband drove to the nearest gas station and got a gas can full of gas, poured some in my tank and then asked me to ’start it up’.  Low and behold, his guess was right! He surmised that my car had either: “vapor lock” OR  the on-board computer, after having the gas tank removed and re-attached, didn’t read that the car actually had gas…it read “empty”. Once we ‘boosted’ the tank with a little gas, all was fine again, the gas gauge read “Full”. We took a little drive around the neighborhood with my husband following in his car, just to test it out.  This has certainly been ‘THE week” for car troubles!

Today is babysitting my grandson again (as well as tomorrow, 3-8 p.m.) so I know that I’ll be needing a nap come dinnertime, for sure! (Last night we were all feeling a little tired and husband, myself and grandson all took about a 1- 1 /2 hour nap (mine was shorter as I had to get up and prepare dinner) but it was a well-earned rest, for sure.

Hoping that your day is bright & sunny; it’s now a wonderfully sunny day outside after yesterday’s rain. Had to get up early to go drain the accumulated water out of the sandbox; my grandson will SURELY be expecting to go play outside today (even IF the sand is actually more like sand/mud!)

Hugs;

Pammie

Happy Easter-a Little Late!

I wanted to wish all of you a Happy and Blessed Easter (yesterday) except my plans got a little thwarted. I’m slowly learning that my mind and body aren’t always on the same page:  mind says: “SURE! I can do this!” body says: “WHAT?! Are you NUTS?”  (typical of my life lately…I tend to over-do things…just a bit). Spent several hours at church Saturday helping set up and do ‘prep work’ for the huge Easter breakfast the next day. Decorated around 30 tables, peeled and sliced around 15 cantaloupes and about 12 pineapples (using a very dull church kitchen knife…sigh), skewered a ton of pineapple/cantaloupe/strawberries, washed dishes then went home for a short 1 1/2 hours, then came back for church choir practice (another 2 hours). Sunday morning, rose at 5:30 to start a egg casserole in the oven (didn’t end up getting cooked enough-had to finish it at church), worked in the church kitchen cooking & running food for a good 2 1/2 hours, then choir practice, then the service/contata…then HOME! I was so dead tired that I ended up calling my oldest son and begging off Easter dinner until today (Monday). It was a good thing Mondays are his ‘off’ day, so it worked into his schedule as well. I’m guessing I slept a good14 hours totalled, yesterday…guess I need to learn a little of that “M” word: MODERATION.  I feel MUCH better this morning, more rested and ready to tackle the day.

Today is going to the library, then beginning to ‘prep’ (Easter) dinner: baked ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, corn casserole, snowflake rolls and cheesecake. Not a big dinner, but with family-it’s a feast.  Have to clean up/straighten up the house a little later; not much of that to do (thank heavens!).  This has been a good Easter, albeit very tiring. Hopefully I’ll remember NEXT YEAR to exercise a little more caution/moderation and go a little easier on my body…that’s when I hate to admit that being 60 1/2 is kinda ‘gettin’ up there….sigh.

Hope you all had a wonderful Easter celebration;

Hugs;

Pammie

Another Compulsion…

Socks.  Knitting Socks.  Me knitting socks…do those words actually go together? I’ve been trying to figure that one out now for a good 2-3 weeks. You see, most of the ladies in my knit group are knitting socks! They all ooo and awwwww over all sorts of various balls of, you guessed it, sock yarn. They spend tons of time chatting about the various colors, combinations and attributes of sock yarn. They share patterns and observe each other knitting socks. Have you ever had something that sort of intrigued you but you almost felt like it was beyond your abilities?  That’s me and knitting socks. Here are the facts:  (1) I absolutely HATE knitting in a circle! (2) ditto on the using 4 needles at one time (3) ditto on using teeny-tiny needles (4) ditto on using yarn that should be used for sewing on a button, it’s so thin!  Now, you ask yourself: “WHY, if she’s so adamant about NOT liking all these things, would she even consider trying to knit socks?”  You’ve got me there…I don’t know!

Let’s put this in perspective: I’ve gone to JoAnn Fabrics (craft store) at least 2-3 times specifically to purchase sock yarn and start this thing.  Now I know I’ve told you I’m (1) Scottish by descent (2) very frugal (3) very stubborn.  THOSE attributes are what jump to the forefront when I’m faced with thinking about purchasing sock yarn. Did I mention that even on sale, sock yarn runs a good $5 a teeny-tiny skein and it would take a good 3-4 skeins to make a pair (not counting the cost of buying those 4 teeny-tiny needles?) Yesterday was another of those days where I visited the shop and spent a good half hour trying to actually leave the store with yarn and needles…(I know, I’m pathetic in this area). Oh…there’s one other facet of this process…I haven’t, as yet, found even ONE yarn I like in the sock colors/combinations! To me they’re all UGLY! I really tried! I picked up skein after skein and said to myself: “What about this one? It’s light blue, it’s soft…sigh…it’s ugly!” I guess I’m just a creature of habit; I’m that person you see wandering around stores: She’s had the same purse for years at a time, the same pair of shoes for years at a time, she wears white ankle socks…that’s me: PLAIN JANE!  To me, socks/purses/shoes are UTILITARIAN! I don’t really CARE what they look like: THEY’RE THERE JUST TO SERVE A PURPOSE! Do you get my point? I have 2 pairs of Sunday ‘church’ shoes for winter- both black and both almost the same shoe (the same for summer, only it’s one pair of white shoes); one black purse that I’ve had since I bought it at a garage sale about 3 years ago (I patch it up when it springs a small seam tear, but it’s served me well!); and probably about 8 pairs of white cotton ankle socks.  Colored socks? Nope. Fancy-dancy colored socks that took me at least 2-3 WEEKS to knit? Nope!

I guess that actually answers my question: should I knit socks? I even have 2 books on hold at the local library: “Getting Started Knitting Socks” and “Easy Knitted Socks: Fun and Fashionable for the Novice Knitter“.  I think I’m just going to turn those back in, unread. Even explored the idea of crocheting socks, but crochet and I aren’t the best of friends. I’m getting tired just THINKING about this project! Let’s see: if I DON’T knit socks I’ve saved myself both tons of time, stress AND MONEY! It’s a WIN/WIN situation all around! Let those other ladies revel in their sock knitting…I’m going to be content with my little squares knitting and get over it! Whew! I feel better already!

Who knew an compulsion could feel so good…NOT doing it!?

Ah, life…it’s great if you don’t let it get you down!

Have a great day!

Hugs;

Pammie

Saving Things

Each of us, in our lifetime, save things; those “things” vary according to the personality of the individual AND their own backgrounds. I grew up ‘poor’, not starving, but just barely making it – a child raised by those who grew up in the Depression; that changes you. Myself, I find that I’m much more apt to try to ‘use up’ that last little bit of catsup, gravy, whatever you might find leftover in the fridge but this penchant for using things up is not exclusive to just food leftovers; oh no.  In my own little ‘realm’ I find that I just can’t seem to excuse throwing away something that has a perfectly good use, if saved.  Case in point:  last night our Knit Group got together and I decided to bring along the things that I use to construct the afghans – squares, needle, scissors, and my ‘bag of ends’ (see photo above). It seems this ‘bag of ends’ caused quite a stir (more like a cause for laughter).  I will explain my reasons for keeping said bag – the bag contains all those little ‘tails/ends’ of yarn that I ask people to include when knitting or crocheting squares for the afghan project. These ‘ends/tails’ I use to sew together the squares. My reasoning is: it’s much better to use the same colored yarn to sew those squares than just any old color – it tends to make the sewing ‘invisible’, hence you don’t see the joining stitches.  (Grant me this little idiosyncrasy here…) People send me all colors and sorts of squares, using all manor of colors and yarns. I can’t keep on hand all the various yarns they use, so…if I don’t need that  particular ‘tail/end’, I snip it off and deposit in my little ‘bag of ends’ and when I find myself with a donated square that has no ‘tail/end’, I dig through the bag and find a similar yarn ‘tail’ and use it! Makes sense to me!  I don’t mind being the brunt of jokes; I rather find it amusing (at times). My knit ladies seemed to find my idiosyncracy a bit ‘unusual’; I’ve learned that the older I get, the more my OCD (Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder) seems to be more noticible. (I used to think that OCD was only those people who do things over & over, like washing their hands. I’m learning that I’m much more OCD than even I knew! If you’ve ever seen the TV show “Monk”, you have some idea what I’m talking about. I’m that person who just HAS to straighten that slightly crooked picture on the wall, arrange your papers so that they all are facing the same direction, make sure everything is ’straight’.  I guess that also falls into saving things. One of my knit friends mentioned hearing about a lady’s family who, after she died, was cleaning out her closets and found a box there marked: “String Too Short to Use”. That, my friends, is the epitomy of “saving things”.

Hope this brought a smile to your lips and a bit of lightness to your day; stay WARM and enjoy your day!

Hugs;

Pammie

The Gift of Patience

Here we go with another ‘Life Lesson’-remember my stating I’ve pulled my lower back muscle again? Today, for the  most part, was spent in my lovely recliner, knitting. The project is my continuing 7″ afghan squares for the Ghana afghan. I don’t know about you, but after awhile I get bored doing the same old stitches and my eye ‘goes a wandering’…through my knitting books, onto the Internet, anywhere to find more ‘easy and quick’ patterns/stitches of 4 rows or less (I’m prolific on my knitting, but not the most accomplished when it comes to complicated patterns.  I’ve said all that to say that, in the past five hours I’ve ripped out more than I’ve done in a few days! There were some wonderful diagonal ribs, a very interesting cable, several other nice patterns but all of them got the rip! One made a very lovely, lacy pattern but…the problem? The bottom was all wavy! Now that would be great IF I were knitting say, a scarf or an afghan done in strips, but definitely NOT acceptable for squares! I’ve learned, through trial and error, that sometimes you just have to ‘walk away’ for awhile!  Two days ago I tried three times to get one pattern right-”I KNOW I’ve done this one before…WHY won’t it come out?”  Answer: because there were TWO of the same named patterns that you copied and you threw away the wrong one! I remember working them both only to find that one really didn’t work for my style/type of knitting (long story, but I knit the “Continental/German” method which is diametrically opposite most other knitters). I then threw one away, not aware that I’d thrown away the wrong one…hence the “it’s not working” part! (Will I never learn???) 

   Anyway, here I am now at my trusty computer, happily doing what I love doing ALMOST as much as knitting (blogging).  For a short while, the knitting needles and yarns will just have to keep themselves company because I certainly don’t have what it takes to attempt ANOTHER pattern/stitch at this moment.  So much for my sense of adventure! (Sometimes ‘tried and true’ is really the route to follow….someday I’ll learn that!).

Hugs;

Pammie 

Learning to Bend…

Sometimes life comes at you unexpectedly and you either ‘bend’ or ‘break’.  One of the things that I’ve tried to learn over the past few years is that I need more flexibility in my everyday thinking. For example, yesterday I was happily going about my usual routine: getting ready to do a stack of dishes, thinking about starting the laundry and also watching my 9 month old grandson.  He had just been dropped off and I was hoping he was tired enough to take a nap so I could proceed with above mentioned chores. He wasn’t, so we began ‘walking’ around the house together. I suppose I should clarify that by saying he’s new to this ‘walking’ thing, so for him it’s either grasp your fingers/hands tightly or suddenly let go and go cruising for 2-3 steps before touch-down to floor.  While we were doing this I decided that it was about time I put him in the walker so I could proceed with my earlier plan. In lifting him up, I did the unspeakable-pulled my lower back muscle (AGAIN).  This is an old injury (was never exactly sure just where this first occurred); when it occurs it renders me unable to either stand up straight or walk without alot of pain. The remainder of the day I relied on my youngest son to do any lifting required, which helped immensely. Back to my beginning phrase-”Bending”; you can probably see where this is all going, but I’ll cover that ground, anyway.  I ‘had’ planned alot of things for my day when life slapped me down and put me on my back, in a chair.  Do I bend or do I let it really get me depressed?  Well, I spent the remainder of that day in my trusty recliner with a hot pack on the painful area, doing what I’m becoming very used to doing lately: knitting squares for Ghana.  (It’s also a great place to pray or read my Bible, since the Lord obviously gave me the extra time required to do that).  Today is Day #2 of said ‘lay-up” and I’ve been spending it much the same as yesterday.  I borrowed my middle son’s CD player and listened to some Celtic orchestral music while knitting and learned that could easily become a nice ‘habit’: knitting and listening to music. You see, my son’s like to watch TV right next to where I’m ‘planted’ in my recliner and I’m not overly fond of either “Sponge Bob Squarepants” or “Ed, Edd and Eddie” (all inane shows for teens/kids), so in order to tune them out and also enable me to keep my sanity, the said CD player was put into use. 

   Anyway, back to my thread of thought here:  I’m working on ‘bending’…it ain’t easy!  For awhile it’s OK…you think: “Gee, I get to just ’sit here’ and do whatever I like! “  That only goes so far then you either become very bored, or start thinking about all the things you CAN’T be doing right now (not a constructive area to go into).  I’m in the “Semi-Bendable” mode right now; I’ll let you know just how far I get with it all, later.

Hugs;

Pammie

Sometimes It Seems…

when you think you’re ‘out of the trouble’, something else has to occur before you totally see the ‘other side’. Remember my episode with the fish hook? While I was in the ER the attending physician wrote me out a prescription for Bactrim, a sulfa-based antibiotic (I’m allergic to penicillin and cephalosporins…makes me turn into the Michilin Man…I swell up terribly.) After experiencing a very painful neck muscle (enough to not let me sleep at night) and feeling very fatigued, my husband suggested I check the side-effects of that medicine…BINGO! “Stiff neck and fatigue”! I stopped taking that on Monday. Last night, not even thinking, I noticed that my right ear was extremely itchy, so I scratched…and scratched, and…you get the picture. A little later my left ear started, then my scalp…still NO clue! When I went to get my nightgown on I just happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror; good heavens! My whole waist was covered, my backside, ears, scalp, etc. with HIVES! Yep, those are familiar to me…thank heavens I stopped taking that when I did or it might be another trip to the ER for emergency anaphalactic shock. (That’s how I originally discovered I was allergic to penicillin-had taken it all my life then, all of a sudden, I became severely allergic and swelled up to the extreme.)

   One of my sons asked if he could play ‘connect the dots’ with my hives…cute, but I’m not amused. I’m doing OK, just a little exhausted (another part of the hives thing), so I’m taking it easy and reading mostly. One of the small joys of homeschooling is: when the teacher’s sick, there’s no (or very little) school that day. Just so happens that my babysitting duties were cancelled for the day due to oversleeping on his parents part…worked out just fine for me all around.

   One big lesson I’ve learned from my 58 1/2 years here on earth…life will ALWAYS throw you curve balls, you just have to learn to side-step them and keep on goin!

Hugs;

Pammie