I’ve been thinking about taking a new computer course at the local college and wanted to know more about it. Since the program details weren’t ready, I checked out a similar program being offered at a college in Ottawa (many, many miles away). Lo and behold, at the end of the details page, more information could be obtained by contacting one Jeff Larose. The same Jeff that is my nephew who I haven’t seen for a few years.
It is a small world after all!
I guess my renewed motivation didn’t last very long. It seems the hotter it gets outside, the cooler my ambition becomes. Add to that the fact that I have my two-year old grandson every day and I am too tired to even spell motivation, much less experience it.
Instead I’ve been spending my days watching birds, going for long walks, chasing a screaming toddler back to his stroller when he doesn’t want to leave the park, and generally feeling glad that I’m a grandma - especially when he gives his shy grin and snuggles up for a hug. No computer ever made me feel so content.
After many days of looking after my extremely active grandson, I was beginning to feel the need of some grown-up conversation. The Wheels On The Bus can only be sung so many times before senility sets in.
Attending a weekend Internet Marketing workshop was just what my little deprived brain needed. After a few short hours, I was ready to sing again (maybe even create an extra stanza). Now I finally have some motivation back.
You may like Bingo or going to a movie, but give me an interesting course and I feel ten years younger (until I look in the mirror, that is).
My oldest daughter and her family took a group of college kids to a small town in Mississippi in January to help with the rebuilding. Since I finally have a picture I am re-posting this.
It has been over a year since Katrina and even though we see pictures of New Orleans up and running, many other places still look like a war zone. They helped one family frame a house that had to be torn down and another family to patch the roof of the home that they still were not able to live in - they were in a trailer on the property. The people in the trailer were the only ones remaining in an entire subdivision.
My daughter said so many of the places looked like ghost towns. Various church groups seem to be the only ones helping to rebuild. I guess American time and money are needed elsewhere.
” The shoemaker‘s children have no shoes“ might be an apt phrase in this case.
How often do you check your statement when the charge card bill comes in? Or do you file it away, to be matched up with receipts one sunny morning when you have nothing else to do?
My sister rented a limo as a family gift and realized later that the charge was on her bill two separate times. Now had that been me, by the time I noticed it would have taken a year to get things straightened out.
Did I ever tell you that I hate talking about money? I like to spend it and forget about it.
Think for a minute. How would you manage without a kitchen? What if you had a frig and stove, but nothing else? No sink, no cupboards, no counters. Well, that is my youngest daughter’s kitchen these days. No kitchen for the next nine weeks, until new cabinets are made.
I am obviously getting old - the thought of it gives me nightmares.
My son Tim knows I like baby pigs. I think they are just the cutest thing. Since we live in the city, they aren’t a practical pet and they grow up to be pretty ugly. Even a pot bellied pig is no good for me.
So when Tim saw these new hairless guinea pigs he let me know how cute and little they were. I had a hard time finding one at the pet store, but when I did, he was right. They are cute and little. They are also expensive - $99 for one little guinea pig.
My husband loves me, but I think if I bought one I would be pushing my luck. So if anyone has one I can guinea sit, let me know.
Did you ever notice how kids manage to grow so much when you don’t see them for a little while? It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve seen my grandson Brian, but he is a head taller than I am now (although I admit that isn’t saying a lot). He has also taken up weight lifting, so that skinny little guy is now becoming a big muscular teenager.
Amazing how life grows.
My second oldest daughter is having a baby. I know that happens to the best of us, but she is 36 years old and has two teenagers, so it will be a big adjustment. She is more nervous this time - I guess when you’re young you don’t think about all the possible complications.
Add to that the fact that her doctor wants to test her for every possible malady under the sun. Not that it would matter, because she would never abort this far along regardless of the findings.
This new baby’s name is Brandon, unless of course, the doctor is wrong and he is a she. I think I preferred the days of not knowing -there was so much more excitement in saying “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl”, rather than “He’s here”.
What do you think? Better to know ahead or be excitedly surprised?
I seem to have a knack for annoying my youngest daughter - saying too much, saying the wrong thing, reading instead of talking, you name it, I seem to do it. I hope my moving closer won’t drive us both round the bend.