Nathanisms

Just thought I'd get these documented before he's old enough to object. Feel free to add your own!

BAFF

MIIIIINE (Any questions?)

WIMMIN

GOFF

Papa Rich

Nonna

Tiny Bubbles, make me happy

Ok maybe it's not the bubbles that were making me happy this evening.

Papa and I had the kids the other night and snapped a few pictures, we were out on the back porch playing with the bubble machine. I know, how lazy is it that we have a machine to blow bubbles with but hey when you are my age anything to make it easier , plus Nathan keeps dumping the other ones , we kind of get a two for one deal with it as the kats enjoy chasing them almost as much as the babies. By the way notice what Sam has in her hand, she is getting indoctrinated early to golf, but to tell the truth she like Nathan when he was that small goes straight for the golf club and ball if she can, maybe we will get a "Tiger" yet. These babies are the light of my life, I can hardly go a day and not see them, sometimes Helen will say "Mom it's only been a day" but to a grandparent it seems like 10. I suppose one day when they are tearing thru the house like crazy little monkeys I will be wanting it to be 10 but can't imagine that right now.

Grow Up

This is in response to Aunt Carol's questioned posed to us from her blog on what we wanted to do when we grew up.

First and foremost I wanted to be a Mommie, I can remember as young as 4 or 5 yrs old out on our big ole front porch arranging furniture and getting the "house" in order for my baby (s) that never wained I to this day love being a mom and grandmother even more because I can send them home when I get tired...couldn't do that a few years ago .
Next I always wanted to travel, thank you Mom and Dad, my parents were big travellers, even if it was just throwing us kids in the station wagaon and camping out a couple days, it was always a grand adventure, after my father passed on my Mom kept doing it...bless her heart now that I am grown I can just begin to appreciate all she did for us all on her OWN, she was a tiny little woman but wow what a big spirit she had. I certainly have that spirit of adventure, I have been all over the world and am not done yet !
I wanted to be a teacher, it never happened professionally but I have been an LVA volunteer, and able to give lesson's at church and of course now I have the Activity Day girls, I think I am more than happy NOT being a teacher..no offense to any of you teachers out there. It's just not for me, I don't have the patience for it.
I thought I would love to have a small cafe and serve my homemade food, I LOVE to cook and people seem to enjoy it so that has not been crossed off my grown up list am just waiting for some money to fall from the sky into my lap.

Anyone else want to share what they want to do when they grow up ?

With A Little Help From My Friends

....my riding mower problems are history. Problem: Mower Won't Start. Symptom: Turning the key produces no juice for the engine. Theory: Something is wrong with the darn thing....probably wiring. Bigger problem....I know nothing about mechanical or electrical anything...

To make a short story longer, my mower stopped running a few days ago for what seemed no reason at all. I contemplated taking it in to be service at my expense, but remembered we have a small engines expert in the family, and I thought just maybe he could help me with my situation. I quickly gave Granddad a call, explained the problem, and requested his advice. No, he didn't advise me to shoot myself! We decided to take a closer look at the mower at his house. Arriving early enough the next day....in a showery weather situation, I pushed my non-operative mower under the family gathering canopy and we took a quick look under the hood. There, we looked over wiring, checked for power availablity, and everything else we could think of. After half an hour, he suggested that it might be the solenoid or maybe a safety switch, we didn't know exactly where the swithes were, other than the one under the seat. We could see that one was connected and looked to be in good shape, so we got on the internet to find the wiring diagram to find the others......google is no help when trying to find something like that.

We were both scratching our heads about what else we could look at or what we might be able to figure out when the rain began to fall in earnest. I asked him to please hold off on going back outside and I'd go run some errands and try to find the operator's manual or a wiring schematic online. On way home, I stopped at Sears and while printing out the wiring diagram from http://www.sears.com/, geesh, why didn't I think of that...the assistant manager suggested that MAYBE I should disconnect and reconnect the safety switch under the seat because it may have gotten some moisture in it. I thanked them and ran to the vet to pick up Patches and get her home (she got her hinny shaved, but that's a different story). After Vic got home, I started thinking that the reunion BBQ would need the space my mower was holding, so Vic and I took a quick trip back to Granddad's house. I showed him the diagram and we chatted a while. Then I mentioned what the Sears guy had told me and walked over to try it. Unbelievable...it cranked right over after I unplugged and reconnected the seat safety switch. Granddad and I had thought of everything....except the obvious. Still, had I not had him to help me, I'd have never figured it out and saved myself hundreds of millions of dollars...or something like that. After helping me with my mower, he took us wandering through the garden and showed us that ever growing broccoli....and the wonderful onions, tomatoes, and cucumbers. He even let Vic and I eat a fresh snap pea (never done that before and to be honest, I was a bit leary....but I have to admit it really tasted great). Maybe I'll try broccoli again....all this, thanks to a little help from my friends...and family.

Tell Me Why

4th graders at Omega Elementary are much more considerate than the SUBconscious 9th graders I had the day before. However, they SUBscribe to tears more frequently than the SUBversive 9th graders. And unlike their older counterparts, these SubTEENS wanted to help and impress me rather than SUBject me to SUBterfugeous activities.

Yellow Substitute

So shoot me....I'm not really afraid. But today's four blocks of ISS at the Northeast Campus was certainly a SUBstantial test of my endurance. Were we really that difficult in 9th grade?
And tomorrow....Omega Elementary.....

What a week

Calgon TAKE ME AWAY....I am not going to vent about my week but I will say if I didn't have the gospel and Heavenly Father to listen to me I don't think I could make it.

Not much going on to post other than Mothers Day coming up and I kind of agree with Nance on this holiday.....and I certainly have not been the greatest Mother in the world, did the best I knew how, I suppose I didn't do too bad just look at the fantastic grandbabies we have .