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I don’t know if I ever mentioned it on my soggy bloggy or not, but the last time I was visiting Mither and Pop, my glasses got broken. And I mean in a big way.

Note the photographic evidence:


They are missing both lenses.  And have been run over, literally.

Anyway, so all I have is this one pitiful little pair of reading glasses that are, (used to be), the right prescription for me to read with, and that’s it.  No more seeing distance or medium range for me, it’s way over rated anyway.

So John really likes my little pair of glasses.  He says they’re cute and calls them my “tiger eyes”.  I have no idea why.  I told him they are tortoise shell and he insists they are to be called “tiger eyes”.  Keelan, ever observant Keelan, has decided that if her dad is going to call them “tiger eyes” and I am saying they are “tortoise shell”, she needs to have something to call them, too and has chosen… “bunny fluff”.  You may think this odd, but it is true to nature, typical Keelan.

Well, I keep losing them cause I take them off when I need to look at anything more than 24″ from my face and I tend to lay them down.  Anywhere.  So there has been a near constant search going on for my glasses at this house.  Today I thought I left them at Target and was full of despair when we got home.  Kee heard us talking about the loss of the glasses and then John went in the bedroom and came out.  I wasn’t looking at him and all of the sudden Keelan said, “Bunny Fluff!”  He was wearing my glasses just to pick at me and I had left them in the bathroom when I brushed my teeth this morning.

So off to buy me one of these handy dandy contraptions!


Now I am better attached to my tiger eyes or tortoise shell glasses… or bunny fluffs.

Huh.  Bunny fluffs.  That Keelan does have a funny way of naming things.  John is wearing this contraption that is a defibrillator  and will be in it for the next 3 months, until his cardiologist decides if he thinks he can go without or if he needs to have a permanent one implanted in his chest.

The thing is a bit bulky and constricting and John really dislikes wearing it.  So every time he leaves the house Keelan perks up and says, “Dad! Are you wearing your flux capacitor?”

The really funny thing is she has never even seen “Back To the Future”.  Just seen lots of skits and Youtube tributes to it.  And, of course, the aforementioned “flux capacitor” is always mentioned in these clips.

Which brings me to another point.

Damn! Michael J. Fox was adorable in that movie!

We are in mourning…

This morning Keelan came downstairs and told me that The Snake died last night.  I think she really thought I’d be more devastated than I am.  Don’t get me wrong, I liked the snake.  She was fun to take out and hold and let hang out around my neck, etc.  I think I spent more time with her than anybody else simply because I’m here more.  But, love?  It’s kinda hard to get to love a snake, like you would a dog or cat or something that shows personality more.

I do, however, feel very sorry for her.  I am sure the reason she didn’t eat the other day is because she was sick.  She didn’t act any differently, but hey, she’s a snake.

I believe, with all my heart, that there is a “hair imbalance” in this house.   Both girls have WAY more than is required to be a girl, (or even a horse), and it is so long and ultra thick that they get the stares when they go out and people want to touch it.  I mean beau-ti-ful hairs.  Shiny, glossy, slippery, abundance of hair.

John?  Gettin’ a wee bit gray, and a wee bit more sparse on top.  The eyebrows are getting wilder every time I attempt to tame them, and I am guessing it won’t be long before there are a few singular hairs sticking out of his ears.

Time will tell.

Then we come to me.  I am currently dying all the gray, non-conformist, rat-bastard hairs into submission.  That is on my head, anyway.  There are other hairs that are starting to give me grief.

The last time I was putting on make up I payed close attention and I swear, God as my witness, I am getting as fuzzy as a peach on my face.  I don’t have any dark hairs.  Yet.  But my once smooth cheeks and, ahem, sideburns, are covered in soft fuzzy clearish looking hairs.  Yes, my face is very soft.  SO IS A PEACH.

I stood there looking at this.  One more step towards the grave.  AND, IT IS!   I would actually take a picture and show you IF I HAD A CAMERA THAT WOULD TAKE CLOSE UPS.

Gee.  You guys don’t know what you’re missing… heh.

Now I gotta go research facial hair removal products.  Fun, fun, fun.


Well, here I sit.  I bet you people thought you must have heard the last of me, huh?  It’s been a while!  I headed out of town on Monday to go and visit Mither and Pop.  Along with my entire immediate family!  John and both girls plus The Boyfriend for bonus!

The reason I never posted to tell you dear people that I was jumping ship was because this trip was SUPPOSED to be a secret and a huge surprise for Nana.  She knew Kes and Keelan and The Boyfriend were going to visit with her, but had no idea that I had made arrangements for H to be taken care of by my SIL and John had vacation and all the planets aligned just right and we were all going to go and be there together for the first time in years.

Sadly, I can’t seem to keep a secret, Kessa slipped up and her nana suspected that maybe John and I were going to come, too.  So, when I blew it and practically spelled it out for her when I accidently gave up a clue, she figured it out.  This was just a couple of days before we left and I was embarassed to tell the kids, because I had threatened them with certain death if they let her know and FOR ONCE they were actually scared of me I had expressed such a strong desire to keep it a secret and cautioned them…strongly, to keep it to themselves.

So Mither was in the know when  we got there.  Oh well.

We had a ball and did all sorts of things.  Not to mention we got to go and see the “new” house that’s in town and Mither and Pop have decided they want to buy.  The place they live now is so wonderful it’s hard to describe, truely a paradise, yet, it’s sooo much too much for them to have to take care of anymore.  The house is gi-normous and the acerage is too.

Time to downsize.  So this needs to be sold.  Please take a sec and click the “button” in the middle and look at all 10 shots of their place.  Tip of the iceberg.

What I’m trying to point out here is that while they are needing to downsize… BAD, it must also be a truly wonderful house.  Or as Kessa and Keelan are fond of saying, “Nana-licious”.  I’m not sure, as it’s a fairly new word and Webster’s doesn’t know about it yet, but it may be spelled Nanalicious.  I will be talking with their people any day about the next updated version of that particular dictionary.

Moving right along…

Enter the new house that Mither and Pop have their hearts set on: here.  Yes, go ahead and look at all the pics of it and tell me…  Even though the bizarre realtor seemed to be fixated on the bathrooms and the outside(?), the inside is indeed wonderful.  We broke into it took our own tour, twice and took a million pictures.  I WILL be posting some of those in a future postypoo.  They are still not even off of my camera.

Now, nobody is to dare  consider buying this particular house… (Sush!  I can too dictate this!)  But if you would like to buy Mither and Pop’s present house, I am sure they would be delighted and the “new” house is just right in town and I could come and visit you when I go and see them!  And I would, too!

Well people, this is enough for today.  I have to get these pictures downloaded and catch up on some blogs!  I am sorry I haven’t been reading, but I was visiting!

I’ll post again, soon!  Free toes, everybody!

She'd never make it as a maid.

Kessa and Keelan were sitting at the breakfast table working on some scrap-booking project that has been in the works for days.  I had finished sweeping and was running my new Haan Steam Mop around on the tile, as I had just finished doing the living room.  They were talking kind of low and I wasn’t really paying any attention to them when I heard gales of laughter and Keelan saying, “Tell Mom!  Tell Mom!”  Kessa was having a hard time finding her voice she was laughing so hard but managed to shake her head vehemently.

Then, she managed to pull herself together enough to look at me and say, “The other day I took that thing, (referring to the steam mop), upstairs and tried to vacuum with it.”  She had the decency to look a bit embarrassed as her sister and I burst into fresh gales of laughter.  I told her that I didn’t know whether to be proud of her for voluntarily cleaning up there or disturbed by her lack of knowledge of the household cleaning appliances.

Oh, she said it did NOT vacuum well at all. 😉

Haan Steam Mop