Sunday, July 3, 2011

My Bad

Last night my 'ex boss' and his wife came all the way from Mt. Airy just to take Gary and me out to dinner in appreciation for all of our hard work in the years we worked for him.  He gave us a beautiful card and once again, thanked us for our efforts and hard work.  My boss and I didn't always agree on how our office should be run, so we did butt heads more often than not.  But there were never any hard feelings.  Personally, he was always good to us.  We showed him and his wife our new office, and they wished us good luck and blessings on our new venture.  

Of course, he will now be our competition...  
So..  let the fun begin!  

Slowly but surely, things are coming together.  A few snags, but nothing we can't deal with.  The biggest snag is our 'ear guy' who promised to be here next week to carve our ear - he now says he might not make it till August!  He didn't even bother to call and tell us that!!!!  So, I found another guy who is local and he's going to come and assess the stump next week and hopefully it will get done by the time we open for business.  

Yesterday I hit the yard sales, trying to find a big basket because I'm putting together a free gift for a drawing for our grand opening.  I saw the perfect basket as I sped by a sale on a busy highway, turned my car around, hurried back to get it, only to see some lady grab it up and proceed to check out. I thought I heard the Lord whisper in my ear, 
'go home' - so I did.

 Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.  I wished physical harm on a poor , sweet woman who purchased a basket that I wanted at a yard sale. My bad.  

I pray everyone is having a 
safe and fun holiday weekend!
Happy Independence Day!!

Dear Diary,
I've got the itch.  There's talk of a bath.  And Mom keeps singing a silly song to me...  and laughing.  It goes something like this:

Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears hang high?
Do they reach up to the sky?
Do they droop when they are wet?
Do they stiffen when they're dry?
Can you semaphore your neighbour
with a minimum of labour?
Do your ears hang high?

Do your ears flip-flop?
Can you use them for a mop?
Are they stringy at the bottom?
Are they curly at the top?
Can you use them for a swatter?
Can you use them for a blotter?
Do your ears flip-flop?

 Do your ears hang out?
Can you waggle them about?
Can you flip them up and down
as you fly around the town?
Can you shut them up for sure
when you hear an awful bore?
Do your ears hang out?

I've had enough of her nonsense.

And I think it's time to run away from home.

The problem is...

Mom won't let me.

Humph!  Gracie.


  1. Good luck on that wood carver guy!
    Gracie, so far I have had one bath since I have been living here. I kinda liked it! Does that mean I am strange? Puppy Kisses, Miss Mindy

  2. Your ear guy - perhaps he would have botched the job - maybe good he couldn't come. I thought the ear was in progress already! :(

    Gracie's antics, she can be so silly! Her ears seem to do everything! Lol!

    Good Sunday morning!

  3. Gracie, Those flip-flop ears in the song - from the description of them, they belong to our Dani.

  4. I just loved this post. So cute and funny. Gracie would never run away from home she knows where she has it too good... Good luck with the ear guy and that was nice of your old boss and his wife. He really did appreciate you. There should be room enough for both of you in the business. There are a lot of ears out there needing help. I wish I lived near you, darn...

  5. I love that song my grand daughter does as well, and her name is Gracie!

  6. I haven't heard this song in years, and I had no idea about all the verses!! I am copying it to sing to the girls!! Oh, the BAD BAD ear carving man!! Boo, Hiss!!! Just as good this happened, he obviously isn't reliable. But now I'm going to see this ear in my dreams, in all it's wooden possibilities!! I will be nervous along with you that it gets done by your grand opening!!! Break out the camera AND the video!!

  7. I'm glad that you had a "happy ending" with your boss. Always makes you feel better to leave on a high note!
    I continue to pray that all goes well for you and Gary.
    Gracie, you might as well give in to the bath! Harriet just had a trim and a bath and you'll probably get a treat (just like she did) if you just give in!!!!!
    Happy 4th to you all.

  8. That's a funny story about the garage sale! I hate when that happens. I am sure you will be forgiven.

    Happy 4th!

    Your pal, Pip

  9. Gosh, if you need nice baskets you should come on over and take some from our garage. Ma collects them, has all her friends give her their unused gift baskets...Dad would appreciate clearing some of them out of here!
    Happy 4th!!!

  10. Da same thing happened to my mom at a garage sale once....her wuz not happy either. :)
    Gracie I know baths are not fun but you do feel eatter after dey is over!

    Woofs and Licks,
    Maggie Mae

  11. Woof! Woof! Golden CONGRATS again to you new venture. Wish you al"l the best. Hope it will be a "friendly competition with your ex boss. Have a wonderful and safe weekend. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar

  12. Thanks for stopping by and joining me. I've see the "perfect thing" get snatched away too. Hate that.

    I thought "slam books" might have been a regional thing. Just shows that High school students are alike in a lot of ways.

  13. Gracie
    I feel the same way,, I wanted to run away yesterday when mommy decided to give me a bath because of itchies!

  14. Hehehe! I knew some of the words to that old song but not all of them... I had to smile as i read them all... and I just adore the photo of Gracie on her back with her legs up in the I've said before, so much personality!

    Can't wait to see that Ear!


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