Mz. Virginia was happy to receive two special visitors this weekend, Carol Lee and Alan. She was especially appreciative because it is a four hour trip each way, "A lot to make in one day." As always, she was so glad to see them and visit with them and reports that the cat stayed right at her side the whole time, eyeing the visitors warily. She looks forward to seeing them again in May when she travels to Kansas to see the baby.
Physically she is feeling as well as can be expected. She managed to dodge a bladder infection that tried to take hold last week and is glad to see spring is coming. "One more week and spring ought to be here," she says. Of course, spring in Oklahoma likes to make a grand entrance, with tornadoes often threatening. But Rick had a storm cellar installed a couple of years ago and has a survival kit~complete with flashlight, radio, first aid kit, etc.~ always ready to go should threatening weather approach. Sometimes when I come in the morning after a stormy night, I will find Rick's survival kit sitting by the back door at the ready.
Grandma tries to stay ready during stormy weather as well, keeping her clothes on at bedtime rather than dressing in her gown, and keeping her medicine and purse ready to go. "I won't take the cat down if we have to go though," she reports. "Becky's dogs would be down there." She knows the cat would be more likely to survive on her own, as it would take an act of Congress to get the creature to go down into that hole in the ground.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
A Virginiaism
Mz. Virginia is a very witty person and is always making us laugh with some unexpected, dryly humorous comment. We are calling these Virginiaisms.
Mz. Virginia watches a local news show every morning. About once a week, they drag in local talent to showcase for area viewers and most of that talent is dubious at best. I commented on that fact this morning as Mz. Virginia sat having her morning muffin and green tea and wondered aloud why they would think these acts were good enough to put on television.
She swallowed her bite of muffin and said, "Well, I think when they were all drunk enough, they probably appreciated it."
Mz. Virginia watches a local news show every morning. About once a week, they drag in local talent to showcase for area viewers and most of that talent is dubious at best. I commented on that fact this morning as Mz. Virginia sat having her morning muffin and green tea and wondered aloud why they would think these acts were good enough to put on television.
She swallowed her bite of muffin and said, "Well, I think when they were all drunk enough, they probably appreciated it."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Goodbye, Grandfather!
Mz. Virginia has often shared a funny story about her granddaughters, Rebecca and Kim.
When Mz. Virginia had either Rebecca or Kim by themselves, she had absolutely no trouble with either girl. But when the two got together, it was quite a trying combination, according to Mz. Virginia.
One time, when the girls were around nine or ten years old, Mz. Virginia had invited them to come spend the day with her. She had all kinds of plans to entertain them; she planned a big outing to town, where they would shop and eat out and perhaps even see a movie before she brought them home for a sleepover.
It wasn't to be.
From the beginning, it was obvious that things were heading downhill fast. As soon as the girls got together, they became loud and boisterous, tearing a path through the house, giggling and screaming and acting "nuttier than fruitcakes." They were into the cupboards in every room, leaving towels and dishes and books and magazines--in fact, everything they touched--lying around on the furniture and the floor. "Looked like a herd of cattle had gone through there," Mz. Virginia recalled.
Mz. Virginia thought perhaps if she sent them outside, they would burn off some of their excess energy while she got ready for the trip to town~which she was beginning to dread. This only served to make things worse, as the girls ran in and out, in and out, tracking in dirt as they came and went and making even more noise and messes. They seemed to feed off each other~"what one didn't think of, the other one did...there wasn't a thing in that house they didn't touch and move," Mz. Virginia says, waving her hand at the memory. "In and out and up and down~oh!"
After about two hours, Mz. Virginia had had enough. She called Carol Lee and said, "Come get these brats! I can't stand them."
The girls were stunned and deflated. "They had cheated themselves out of a movie and all the money I usually spent on them," Mz. Virginia recalls. "They were not happy about it at all."
Kim's mother, Carol Lee, came to pick the girls up. They both drew their shoulders back and threw their noses into the air with a completely injured air. Ignoring Mz. Virginia, the girls stalked to their grandpa's chair. "Goodbye, Grandfather," they each said primly and flounced from the house.
Glen thought this was delightful and cackled openly. Mz. Virginia admits she couldn't help but laugh as well.
When Mz. Virginia had either Rebecca or Kim by themselves, she had absolutely no trouble with either girl. But when the two got together, it was quite a trying combination, according to Mz. Virginia.
One time, when the girls were around nine or ten years old, Mz. Virginia had invited them to come spend the day with her. She had all kinds of plans to entertain them; she planned a big outing to town, where they would shop and eat out and perhaps even see a movie before she brought them home for a sleepover.
It wasn't to be.
From the beginning, it was obvious that things were heading downhill fast. As soon as the girls got together, they became loud and boisterous, tearing a path through the house, giggling and screaming and acting "nuttier than fruitcakes." They were into the cupboards in every room, leaving towels and dishes and books and magazines--in fact, everything they touched--lying around on the furniture and the floor. "Looked like a herd of cattle had gone through there," Mz. Virginia recalled.
Mz. Virginia thought perhaps if she sent them outside, they would burn off some of their excess energy while she got ready for the trip to town~which she was beginning to dread. This only served to make things worse, as the girls ran in and out, in and out, tracking in dirt as they came and went and making even more noise and messes. They seemed to feed off each other~"what one didn't think of, the other one did...there wasn't a thing in that house they didn't touch and move," Mz. Virginia says, waving her hand at the memory. "In and out and up and down~oh!"
After about two hours, Mz. Virginia had had enough. She called Carol Lee and said, "Come get these brats! I can't stand them."
The girls were stunned and deflated. "They had cheated themselves out of a movie and all the money I usually spent on them," Mz. Virginia recalls. "They were not happy about it at all."
Kim's mother, Carol Lee, came to pick the girls up. They both drew their shoulders back and threw their noses into the air with a completely injured air. Ignoring Mz. Virginia, the girls stalked to their grandpa's chair. "Goodbye, Grandfather," they each said primly and flounced from the house.
Glen thought this was delightful and cackled openly. Mz. Virginia admits she couldn't help but laugh as well.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Two Budding Artists
Once long ago, when Mz. Virginia's girls were around 2 and 3 years old (Myrna Sue and Carol Lee were only 12 months apart), Glen decided to paint the screen door green. When he finished, he placed his leftover paint in the bedroom/bathroom closet where Mz. Virginia hung all the family's clothes. He had placed the lid on the paint and laid the brush across the top, but somehow the girls still managed to get the lid off the can. As Mz. Virginia hung out clothes to dry, the girls were busy painting the closet, clothes and all. When Mz. Virginia came into the house, she smelled the paint immediately. She followed her nose to the closet to find two paint smeared little girls in a completely paint smeared closet. The little girls had missed nothing~they had painted the walls, the clothes, the shoes, and of course, each other.
Mz. Virginia wanted to throw it all away~clothes, kids and all~she was so aggravated. But being the good mother and moral soul that she was, she set to cleaning the children up. When Glen arrived home, however, he heard all about it...and was expected to help clean up the mess, too.
It was, after all, his paint.
Mz. Virginia wanted to throw it all away~clothes, kids and all~she was so aggravated. But being the good mother and moral soul that she was, she set to cleaning the children up. When Glen arrived home, however, he heard all about it...and was expected to help clean up the mess, too.
It was, after all, his paint.
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