Just a little check-in

 SO I haven't blogged in an age.

Every so often I will find a Facebook post that I wrote that's funny and post it but for the most part I haven't given a lot of thought to writing here again.

Its been a weird few years after Jeff died but I think I'm finally back on a good track.

I have a Facebook page that's started making me money so I spend quite a bit of time posting on it to keep it up to date and relevant. 

If you pop over there to look it's called "A Little Slice of Vintage Life".

See what I did there? Tied its name into my original blog? Clever I know.

I spend 5 days a week with my granddaughter which has been a wonderful boost to feeling good about life.

We had a really good Christmas and I'm looking forward to taking a Disneyworld trip with my sister next month for my birthday.

Hope all is well out there in "real-life land" for everyone and maybe I might come back and start writing again.

(I did write a compete novel and submit it to a publisher this year so its not like I quite writing completely)

 

Right before she digs into the gifts:

Her mom and I took an hour and a half to put this dang Barbie Dream House together:

Keep Calm and Carry On

 

Me: driving completely and evenly in the middle of the lane, curving around a freeway on-ramp 

My car: beep beep beep... BEEP BEEP BEEP, PAY ATTENTION, You're swerving all over the road! You're going to kill us all! OH, THE HUMANITY!!!

 

Also my car:

 

Me: driving out between the fields in the agricultural area, when a road runner darts out in front of the car causing me to swerve towards the center line, then make a hard correction back into my lane to avoid on coming traffic

 

My car: AH, what a fine day! Gorgeous weather, Lovely breeze, not a thing wrong in the world! Carry on my lady!

Succesful Trade Negotiations

 

The 5-year-old would not eat her bowl of Mac n Cheese last night because it was "dusty".

I know I'm not the best housekeeper but I didn't realize it had gotten that bad.

We eventually negotiated a trade for a plate of chicken nuggets and life continued forward without further incident.

The Comedian

 

Me, quietly minding my own business relaxing on the couch

The 5-year-old crawls over the back and holds out her hands each balled into a fist "Which one?"

Me: "Which one what?"

Kid: "Which one do you want?"

Me: (silently thinking neither since the last time we did this you gave me a booger, but I never learn my lesson so...) 

"OK, I'll take that one" and point to her right hand

Kid: opens her hand, nothing in there

Me: points to the other hand "OK then how about that one?"

Kid: opens her other hand and nothing in there either,

She falls off the couch laughing

Me: "you are ridiculous"

Kid: "No I'm not, I'm Larious!!!"

Yep, absolutely ridiculously Hil-larious.

Why are you nude?

Me, minding my own business in the kitchen.

Enter 4 year old. Naked.

Me: Why are you nude?

4 year old: I wanna go outside

Me: ummmm, you need clothes

4-year-old staring down at her naked self: No. My Barbies are outside

Me: (realizing the Barbies are probably naked too so she might just want to join the party): You still need to wear something. Especially on your feet.

4 year old disappears up the stairs.

Me: Cool, she listened without arguing.

I go back to minding my own business

4 year old reappears down the stairs.

There are hand puppets on her feet and Mickey Mouse ears on her head.

Me:

4 year old:

Me (sighing deeply): Go ahead, just don't sit down on anything while you're out there.

There are just some battles I'm not gonna fight.

 

Who needs Privacy?

My warm, relaxing, mood-improving shower was cut short this morning when the 4-year-old found her way into the bathroom and alternated between marching back and forth singing Disney songs through an empty toilet paper tube and pressing her face against the shower door informing me "I see you Gwamma, you have no pants."

Nosey Kid

Me: innocently sitting in the den minding my own business.

Enter four year old, placing hand, palm up in front of my face

“Here you go”

In her hand is what looks like an extremely tiny nondescript ball.

I reach out and pick it up squinting at it to get a better look.

Then casually ask “Where did you get this?”

She looked me straight in the eye and said “My nose."

Apparently, it’s been too long since I’ve had a preschooler because all those years ago I never would have reached out and taken something unknown from a kid's hand without double-checking what it was first.