Youngest Son got an "easy" stamp from my Sainted Mother at Christmas time. It is one of the ones given away be a certain office supply company so it makes a cheap stocking filler type thing.
Anyway, I was teasing him last night and put one of the stamps on his forehead. PW scrubbed in vain because a slight trace of the mark remained when he went to school today.
He just told us that one of the teachers asked him what it was and he told them that it is a tramp stamp. We had a good laugh over it but wonder what they think of us at the school.
We went to our first Ham and Bean church supper this past weekend and it was awesome. Every couple of months a local church puts a sign out on the road advertising the upcoming dinner and I always say that I want to go. Something always seems to come up but this Saturday was clear so we went.
A total of five of us got into the buffet style dinner for a family price of $18!! There was home-made beans, ham, hotdogs, various jello salads, cole slaw, a salad bar type table, a dessert table with homemade pies, and a drink table with coffee, apple cider, and homemade punch.
We all had plenty to eat and the food was great tasting too. I can't wait for the next one!
Youngest Son is very interested in when the 'baby is going to get out' of his mother's tummy. He thought it was going to be February based on what one of his aunts said but PW told him it wouldn't be until June or July.
Then he wanted to know when he got out of mommy's tummy. PW told him that it was supposed to be on Aug 12 but that he didn't come out until Aug 17. To which he replied, "Hey! August 17th, that's my birthday!!"
My great-great-great grandmother, on my mother' paternal side of the family died in 1869 at the age of 54 and the cause was "softening of the brain."
Back in 1869 it seems that 'softening of the brain' could be anything from a stroke, dementia, or what happened when you fell and whacked your head hard enough.
What really disturbed me when I saw the country register that listed the cause of death was what I read one line above my GGG-grandmother's entry. A 50-year-old woman was listed as having died with the cause of 'suicide, cutting throat'!!!
I did some research because it just seemed so unlikely...death but cutting your own throat. I did find references to people doing such a thing but they usually, in this day and age, aren't successful if they get immediate medical attention.
My next thought was that she must fall outside of the 'normal' range for suicides but research bears out the fact that the suicide rates start to increase among the elderly.
But still, it just seems so CSI/Monk-ish...how did she cut her throat, she's left-handed so why was the blade in her right hand, the knife is too dull to cut soft butter so how did she manage to cut her throat...those are the questions I can imagine being asked in this day and age but back then...I imagine a husband calling up the local police and saying that his whack job of a wife had softening of the brain and then cut her own throat.
I am so sick of being called by people conducting political surveys, inviting me to rallies or meetings, or just wanting to ask me to vote for their candidate. Even more frustrating are the calls when you say "hello" and then a pre-recorded announcement starts playing in your ear.
What I should have done is accepted one of the rally invites and then continually interrupt the candidate like they've done during meal time, 8am, 9:30pm, etc.
I was at a gathering of my former outlaws for a sweet sixteen party when presidential politics came up in conversation. Everyone was talking about who they would, and wouldn't, vote for and whether they were going to watch the upcoming debates.
Somebody mentioned that they'd like to vote for Obama when one of the sister-out-laws said, "I'm not racist, but I'm not ready for a black man to run this country."
I'm pretty sure that they don't understand the definition of racism...ya know?
PW and I met for the first time with romantic intent a year ago this past weekend. We had met at a widow/widower dinner, chatted back and forth via messages online, talked on the phone, and finally decided to get together in person to explore our growing feelings of love.
I remember being a nervous wreck during the almost 4-hour drive to where she lived. I worried that she'd see me and that I'd look older than she remembered or something like that and give me a polite heave-ho!
Instead we clicked and decided to see as much of each other as could be managed considering we lived 240 miles away from each other. I spent many hours on the phone with her and then gladly jumped into my car on Friday afternoon to drive back out that way to see her again.
PW had a sore back the other day and asked Youngest Son to sit on it because it has helped her to have that bit of weight on her lower back in the past. She kind of made a moaning sound that it felt good which prompted YS to ask:
"Is TDH (he calls me that which is short for This Dad Here as opposed to his real dad) giving you a massage when you make that noise?"
PW asked him if he heard that noise coming from our bedroom that morning and he said no but then followed up with "But I hear it every night!"