Sunday, September 30, 2018

Bob Chronicles - Seventeenth in a Series

For those of you who are kinda new around here, Bob is my Dad and he is a mess.  I have written about some of his more hilarious moments in a series I call the Bob Chronicles.  You can catch up on Episodes 1 - 16 of the Bob Chronicles on my old blog "Simply Writing Out Loud" which I will link you to below. You may need to read some of those just to see what kind of trouble Bob finds himself in on the regular.

Bob Chronicles - Sixteenth in a Series
Bob Chronicles - Fifteenth in a Series
Bob Chronicles - First in a Series


For the latest seventeenth story in the series, which I will just call the Tuna Fish story, I was lamenting with Bob over how I was finding myself unable to recall words that I know.  I can be right in the middle of a conversation and a word just will not come to me.  It is the most frustrating thing!  Twice last week I was talking on the phone to some young little thing I work with and could not recall a word.  I finally said "I am going to have to play my 52 year old card, and just keep talking without saying the word I know I should know.  If you know it from the context clues I am giving you, please shout it out.  If you don't know it, be prepared for me to shout it out when it comes to me - even if we have moved on to a different topic. Getting old is hard."

As I went on about it, Bob just chuckled.  He said "Every damn day. Every single day.  I understand completely.  In fact, I have a pretty recent story for you.  Just yesterday I was craving a tuna sandwich.  I told your mother I was running up to Subway to get a tuna sub and asked her if she wanted anything. She wanted a turkey sub. I went to Subway and placed our order and came home with the subs in a bag. When I pulled them out at home I noticed they had written tuna on the outside of my sandwich and I thought to myself "Well that is nice so I don't have to open them to know which one is tuna."  I took my sandwich into the other room and started eating and after just a couple bites, your mother comes into the room and says "Why are you eating my turkey sub."  After all of that tuna talk, I had picked up her sandwich and was eating it!  What in the world?  The whole event was around me wanting a tuna sandwich and I was just chowing down on a turkey sub without any recollection of the tuna sandwich. So, I understand daughter.  I understand."

Then we laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.  It probably means we have early onset Alzheimer's or something, but we also have a wicked good sense of humor.

Bottom line, I apparently come by this absent thinking honestly.

Thanks Dad.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Sweet and Crafty Weekend

This happened bright and early on Friday morning.  A sunrise wedding at the Bad Farm for my sweet niece Megan and her long time love, Esra.  That is Malarie's husband Brett performing the ceremony.  These two beauties might just change the world.  So happy for them and wish nothing but loads and loads of blessings on their marriage.


Friday night I shared a lovely evening with my friend, Lori.  We chatted over soup and caught up without our furry beasts to interfere!  She is still in recovery mode from surgery on her fractured tibia, but making progress and doing all the things she can to get back on her own two feet! It was a really nice visit. 

Saturday morning I was up early and started my day off doing some crafts for a Fall Festival that YMSL is hosting in October.  I was making mystery boxes to hold different kinds of squishy, squirmy things that kids stick their hands in and try to figure out what it is in the box with out using their eyes!  I had so much fun! 

Look at these cuties: 









I also made one of the necklaces we will have at one of the stations so the kids would have a sample to go by.  Pretty cute! 


I also put together sixty of these bat necklaces that will hold full size candy bars which will be one of the prizes at a station.


I had paint and glue all over the place and could not have been happier.  My house looks like a tornado blew through Hobby Lobby and dumped Aisles 6 - 11 in my dining room, but that is a small price to pay for all the fun I had.

Then I watched a ton of college football, made a big pot of chicken and dumplings and another one of red beans and rice.  It was damn near a perfect Saturday in my book.

I woke up this morning and didn't feel great.  Just a little off.  Nothing I can put my finger on.  So just laying low today and even had a nap.

Monday rolls around again tomorrow.  For those that haven't heard the latest on Lana, she is having a second biopsy and a port put in on Wednesday morning. Ready to get on with the treatments so cancer can be in her rear view mirror sooner, rather than later!  Your prayers are very much appreciated.

I have a great Bob story about a tuna fish sandwich, but I am going to save that for this coming week when I need a laugh!  It will make you laugh too, I promise.

Peace Out.

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