Happy Birthday, Grandma!

Today is my grandmother's 89th birthday. We called her today and sang Happy Birthday. I thought I would post a picture of her, but she would probably have a fit if she knew how many people could see it. But since I hate to have my picture on here, I thought it would be fair if I posted one of the both of us. This was taken at my house in September when she came to visit with my mom and aunt.

For Jen

***If you came here via Laurie's blog looking for the funny story, scroll down to the next post.***

I met my friend Jen when P.K. was stationed at Great Lakes. Jen lived behind us and about two houses down. The schools in the area surrounding base housing were less than desirable so we homeschooled while we were there. Jen was also a homeschooler. Her daughter and Rachel were best friends. I couldn't begin to count the number of hours they spent at each others house.

Jen is also the reason I started drinking coffee. No, she didn't drive me to drink. When I would walk Rachel to her house, she would always have a pot of coffee on and invite me for a cup. We had just moved from 29 Palms and I really wanted a friend. If it took drinking a cup of coffee to win this lady over, then I was going to suck it up. Eventually I started making coffee if Jen was dropping her daughter by our house. I knew I could easily talk her into sitting and chatting a while if there was coffee to be had. How I miss those chats over a hot mug.

Jen had some hand-me-downs from her daughter to pass on and she had one special Christmas dress. I know there are certain items of clothing that have sweet memories attached and are harder to let go of than others. It is always easier to part with them if I know the child I am giving them to. That was the case with the Christmas dress. Hannah just turned three before we left Great Lakes. Jen dubbed her "Miss Three." The dress has been tucked in the back of her closet waiting for the Christmas that it would fit.

Hannah had her preschool Christmas program this past Tuesday night. Guess what, Jen. The dress fit. I thought you would like to see it on Miss Three.

What's Your Theory?

I had quite the experience at my local grocery store today. We have family coming to town next week and this was the major shopping trip before they come. I have in my head that P.K.'s dad likes oatmeal for breakfast and I am out of oatmeal. I love to have company and want everyone to be comfortable and have their favorite things, so I was in the cereal aisle in search of oatmeal.

I was aware that I had passed someone else in the aisle, but at that point I couldn't have said if the person was a man, woman, old or young. I was just on a mission to finish my list in time to get the cold items home and put away before I had to pick Rachel and Aaron up from school.

I come toward the end of the aisle and find the oatmeal. I looked through my coupons and was trying to match up what I needed to buy to use said coupon when I hear the person I had passed in the aisle say something about the items not having expiration dates. I could tell from the voice that it was an elderly lady. She wasn't speaking directly to me and I don't think I even glanced back at her. I still wasn't thinking much about it. The next thing I know she is right by me telling me that some of the cereal doesn't have dates and she doesn't buy anything that doesn't have an expiration date. I agreed with her that it is important to check dates on items. Then she proceeds to tell me she found some healthy low calorie cereal and points to her cart. She is using the kind of cart I think of older ladies pushing down the street, not a typical grocery cart. She has chosen an organic cereal which she informs me has an expiration date on the box. I smile and go back to choosing my oatmeal. I head out of that aisle and at the end is a display of marshmallows. Great. Marshmallows are on my list. I grab a bag and throw them in my cart. the next thing I know there is a tiny voice behind me. (Lady in the following dialogue refers to the little old lady with the dated box of organic cereal. I respond in a nice respectful way throughout the conversation. This will be of great importance as the dialogue unfolds.)

Lady: Oh, I think I could use some of those too. I'm going to my son's house for Christmas and they can probably use them in a dessert or something.

Me: (I'm thinking that if someone is coming to my house for Christmas dinner and their contribution is a bag of marshmallows for dessert, they should probably know if that is an ingredient I need...just sayin'.) That's nice.

I walk to the meat counter and am now trying to make a selection for my Christmas ham (because my mom's husband prefers ham over turkey and I want the company to be happy).

Lady: (Out of nowhere again, I might add.) My youngest son just bought a new three bedroom home (she mentioned the suburb which is probably 12 - 15 miles from where we were) and he is having us all out for Christmas.

Me: Oh, that is nice.

Lady: My oldest son has a house too, but he is trying to sell it. He wants to move to Montana.

Me: (By now I have decided that she is a lonely old woman. It won't kill me to give her my attention for a few moments and let her talk. ) Oh, really?

Lady: He wants to move to Montana, but you don't want to move to Montana this time of year. You want to wait until spring.

Me: It's cold, snowy and icy there this time of year.

Lady: I've lived somewhere colder than Montana. Further north.

Me: Really?

Lady: Yes. Saskatchewan, Canada.

Me: Oh. I bet it does get really cold up there.

By this time I have noticed she is wearing a wool jacket that is a bit out of date, but very nice. I'm not one to follow fashions, but I was betting she was really together in her day. She spoke as though she was very sure of herself.

Lady: Yes. And my friend lived up in Alaska and she saw where the people could walk across from Russia. My brother (could have been another male relative...can't quite remember) had a friend show him. The people use to be able to wade across the water. (I was thinking there was a land bridge, but I got her point.) You can't do that anymore because the water is too deep. All the ice is melting.

Me: (Nodding, making eye contact and basically trying to be a good listener.)

Lady: And the bad part is there use to be 10 percent more ice in Antarctica than in the North Pole and was 10 percent colder.

Me: Really? I didn't know that.

Lady: Yes. Antarctica is melting. That is where Atlantis is. Under Antarctica.

O.K. So at this point I'm thinking...legends and myths often have their basis in reality of some sort. She is probably an educated woman and this is the conclusion she has drawn from her studies. The lost city of Atlantis is under Antarctica. It is worth reminding all of you that I remained very polite and respectful throughout the entire conversation. At this point I would also like you to know that I managed a straight face as well.

Me: Well, I guess that could be a theory. (Can't anything be a theory unless proven otherwise?)

Lady: Yes. But the Atlantins (I don't know what one would call people from Atlantis, but she called them Atlantins) aren't there.

Me: Uh, huh.

Lady: (She said this with a straight face, dead serious looking me in the eyes) Yes. They went to Mars.

Me: Uh, huh?

Lady: Yes. And our military knows they are there. Our military has people living there.

Me: Uh, huh? (Is she going to follow me to my car and see it is registered on a military installation or see my Navy pride beaming on my back window?)

Lady: The government has it all covered up. They don't want us to know. Our jets have spotted silver things in the sky that can move faster than anything we have.

At this point, I realize I had taken my cell phone from my pocket and was holding it tightly in my hand. Who was I going to call?

Me: Well. ma'am. It's been nice chatting with you but I need to finish my grocery shopping in time to get my kids from school. (Slowly moving away from the hams. Who cares if we have to order pizza for Christmas at this point?) Have a Merry Christmas.

Lady: The last president wouldn't uncover all of this. Maybe Obama will.

Me: Maybe. (That's one campaign promise I had missed.) Have a great day.

Fashion Diva

As I mentioned in a previous post, I am trying to get past some of my control issues. So on days when we don't have to go anywhere that requires us to get out of the car, I've been letting Hannah wear whatever she wants.

This past Saturday was one of those days. I told Hannah to get dressed and she said something about wearing stripes. It was one of those moments where I was doing several things at once and was half listening to her. You all will be so proud of me for not saying a word and stifling my laughter when this is what I found.

Adventures With Boof Bear

At Hannah's preschool, one child is designated as "the snack person" for the week. That child brings a snack every day for the entire class. There are only nine in her class. Last week was Hannah's lucky week. I am trying to be less of a control freak (some of you have told me I am...you know who you are) so I let her choose what she wanted to take each day. Monday she took bananas. Wednesday she took Cheese Nips and string cheese. Friday she took Cheetos. I'm giving that information because she took her job of choosing a snack very seriously and put in a lot of thought for each day.

After a child is snack person for the week, that child gets to bring Boof Bear home for the weekend. Hannah talked about this all week long. She got in the car, opened her bag and squealed with delight to find Boof Bear inside. Part of the fun with Boof Bear is recording adventures Boof Bear has while at your house. Each child does a little summary of what they did with Boof Bear. This is shared with the class and placed in a binder which travels to each home with Boof Bear. I give you...Hannah's Adventure's With Boof Bear.

Boof Bear having lunch with Hannah.

Boof Bear helping Hannah check the mail.

Hannah used a neck pillow to make Boof Bear a seat in the car.

Hannah and Boof Bear snuggled on the couch with Aaron and his friend, Teddy, to watch Space Chimps.

Boof Bear slept with Hannah in her jungle room.

Hannah fixed dinner for Boof Bear.

Boof Bear helped Hannah lick the beaters after we made St. Nicholas cookies.

Mommy helped Hannah and Boof Bear light a candle on our family Advent wreath.

Boof Bear joined us at Monkey Joe's for a bouncing good time. He loved going down this very high bouncy slide.

Weather Girl

Rachel's school does a morning "news" program that is broadcast into the classrooms. Their news announcements pertain to the school and the weather. Each week different kids are given the chance to participate. Rachel was chosen to be the weather girl last week. She had to read her lines, but they actually are put on a screen in front of them so it really looks like they are professionals. She had to ad lib for the lost and found item. P.K., Hannah and I went to watch her in action one morning. That morning the lost and found item was a red Adidas jacket. You should have seen this girl in action. She started to put her hand on her hip when she was showing the jacket as if to say, "Your gonna be in trouble when your mom finds out you lost this" but she caught herself. We are so proud of her!

The backdrop is modeled after the peacock on NBC. It was painted in rainbow colors. I guess they switched to blue for winter.

Rachel amazes me with her self confidence. She is not afraid to get out there and try something new. She does not get that from the momma.

When Harry Met Sally or P.K. and Jody at Office Max

If you haven't seen the movie When Harry Met Sally, you should. It was a late 80s flick starring Meg Ryan. F.Y.I...this is not a kid friendly movie.

If you have seen the movie, I'm referring to the worst kind of high maintenance line not the "other scene" at the restaurant. Again, if you haven't seen the movie, you'll have to see it to understand the "other" restaurant scene. This is a family blog. :)

Sally is very high maintenance. It takes her forever to order something because she wants it the way she wants it. Harry explains it this way:

Harry: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally: Which one am I?
Harry: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

P.K. and I often laugh about this. In our relationship the rolls are reversed. When I order a sandwich, I usually just order it how ever it comes. I don't like tomatoes, but I just take it off. P.K. on the other hand orders it the way he wants it and we hope for the best. I tell him he is the worst kind of high maintenance (HM) because he doesn't think he is. This leads me to our trip to Office Max.

P.K. was off work yesterday so while the kids were at school and Hannah was at preschool we decided to do a few kid free errands and have lunch together. Our dates are few and far between so we both jumped at the chance.

I had received a $10.00 off a $20.00 purchase coupon for Office Max so that was one of our stops. P.K. (who claims not to be HM) said he needed some new pens. I like a ball point pen and usually stock up when the school supplies are on sale or even on clearance. If it writes, I can use it. P.K. being a lefty, prefers pens that meet his lefty technique.

Jody: Do we need anything else while we are here?
P.K.: I need some pens.
Jody: Oh, they are right over here. (motions to entire aisle of pens organized by style...ball point, gel, etc.)
P.K.: I think the pens I have been using are Pentel.
Jody: (searches the pens...I happen to be in the ball point section) Here are the Pentels.
P.K.: Cool. Oh, I wanted Pentel gel pens.
Jody: (rolls her eyes and moves to the section marked gel pens)
P.K. and Jody: (searching for Pentel GEL pens)
Jody: Here they are. Pentel gel pens. (The particular gel pens I found were retractable)
P.K.: Oh...I was looking for the Pentel gel pens with caps.
Jody: (laughing) You are the worst kind of HM just like on When Harry Met Sally and I am so blogging this moment.

Just so you know...they didn't have Pentel gel pens with caps so he decided to try the retractable.