Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Lying is Wrong!


I know lying is wrong.  But I do what I have to do to keep my pup from becoming literally sick at heart when we go away overnight.  

(At the mention of us going on vacation 
 she will go outside and puke)

Saturday morning:  

"C'mon, Gracie.  Let's go outside,"  I said.  

The minute the door was closed we filled our suitcases and threw everything out on the porch like nothing was happening.  Just another day...  

la~de~da

When I brought her back inside, she was none the wiser.
"We have to go to work now," I lied.  

I guess she realized later ~ when Lindsey and Rissi came over to take care of her that we had pulled a fast one.

Where did we go, you ask?

We went to Pa. where I attended a bridal shower for my beautiful stepdaughter Stacy who will be getting married at the beach in September.  Can't wait!!!  

Stacy and Dad
Today, our local newspaper hosted a Senior Jubilee Expo at the Mall.  We were scheduled to set up there... so it was an early morning out of the house.  I could tell Gracie thought we were pulling another fast one.  She watched computers being stuffed into cases and looked a little disturbed that we'd be leaving again.


We gave away pens...


Candy, bags, and hearing aid batteries.


And then, look who stopped to visit!

My Cupcake

and my Summer Love...


Meanwhile...  I could hear thunder outside and the rains came..


I thought of Gracie at home alone.  I hoped she was not too stressed.  After all, we were only 5 minutes away.


So after the expo, we hi-tailed it home to our pup.


Dear Diary,


Tricked.  Abandoned.  Left to my own devices till Lindsey came and fed me and Cupcake gave me fresh new water and wrote on the porch with chalk.  It was only one night. I forgive.  But I'm scarred for life.  I do not trust.



Today.  Suitcases.  Computers.  pack....  run... go..  goodbye gracie,  be back soon. and i should believe this because...???   thunder. lightening.  rain.  fear.  alone.  Mom:  Why did you poop and pee on the kitchen rug, Gracie?  Me:  It wasn't me. 
Two can play this game.   

Monday, July 23, 2012

Can You Imagine...

Can you imagine.  Talking to your son or your daughter some evening on the phone and having them tell you they're going to a late night movie.  

Can you imagine.  Waking the next morning to the news.  Knowing of the massacre at that very theatre the night before.  Trying to call your child.  Knowing that your 6-year old grandchild may have accompanied them to the movie as well.

Can  you imagine.  Trying to call.  No answer.  Trying again.  Nothing.  Only the news playing out in front of you.  Not knowing.

Can you imagine.  Getting the news.


I found this poem on the Internet...  I really like it.


Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don’t.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy.
They just promised it would be worth it.




I'm turning off reader comments for this post.  Please say a prayer for the families...  



Thursday, July 19, 2012

A Heart of Stone!


  A kiss for a cookie;  You got any cookies Short Stuff?


You're being abused kid, and you don't even know it.  No kid your age should be without a Nilla Wafer in each hand.  

What's your Grammy's problem?  


I'll tell you what.  Put away your Dolly and we'll play with my Man.  He makes some far out squeaky sounds and I think you're gonna like this....


Just one rule.  Don't try to steal Man from me and I won't steal Dolly from you.  Do we understand one another?


That's it.  Perfect.  Give your Grammy that big beautiful smile kid...  I see cookies in your future.  Seriously.  Stick with me.  I'll show you how it's done.


This is how I do it.  


For some reason it's not working Short Stuff.  You're Grammy aka the Nag Mom has a heart of stone.  Forget her.

      
 Let's Roll...  Ready...  set...  

Play!