I have to admit patience is a virtue I do not possess, but I’m working on it. That’s because I’m learning that grandchildren are great teachers, but require unlimited patience.
This morning was another lesson learned in the patience department. My two year old grandson and five year old granddaughter slept over last night and although she slept well, he did not. He was up several times during the night and then up for good, bouncing around with a seemingly endless supply of energy at 6am.
“Grumble, grumble, ok Grandma is up, but I won’t be dancing with Elmo or to Baby Shark within the next few hours, at least until I have a cup of coffee.”
Checking out his choices for breakfast, this (always adorable) grandson grabbed a box of Cheerios and promptly dumped (most of) its contents onto the kitchen floor. Luckily the box was not full. After I grabbed the broom and swept up the mess (with him helping of course) he repeated the process. Dump, scatter, sweep….at least five more times. After the second sequence, I realized he was having fun. No real harm done, and other than relocating breakable objects within the swinging radius of the broom handle as he “tidied up,” it was fun to watch his concentration. The cheerios were going in the garbage anyway; each time I threw some out (without him noticing of course) so there were fewer to clean up each time.
This video is proof that a good chuckle is contagious, to anyone and anywhere. It has also been proved to be medicinal with its amazingly positive affect on every organ in our body. Even our immune systems and the condition of our blood vessels are boosted by a good laugh.
Have you ever noticed that people who are asked what they look for in a partner say they want someone that makes them laugh? That’s because laughter makes everyone, from babies to seniors feel good.
I bet everyone watching and listening to that man (stranger) laugh felt great for a long time afterward. I know I did.
How well versed are you on the acronyms that are so popular today in conversations via text, private message or social media? If you have teenagers in your house, you are probably very knowledgeable about these. If not, here is a quick lesson, LOL. That stands for Laugh Out Loud by the way, not Lots of Love as some (of us older) people think.
OMG is pretty obvious, I just put it on the list to ensure everyone knows at least one.
WTF too, although I did see a joke on Facebook that implied many people my age do not know what it stands for. In case you are one of them, it’s What The F**k.
BRB stands for Be Right Back just in case you get interrupted in the middle of a conversation through text or PM (private message) That’s like asking “Can you hold on a minute?” in the old days when you were talking on the (landline) phone and the doorbell rang, or your oven timer went off or…NVM (never mind) you get the picture.
MYOB means Mind Your Own Business. Some people use an F before the B; you can probably guess what that stands for. I guess that is added when you are really annoyed at someone.
LMFAO means Laughing My F***ing Ass Off. (a fancier version of LOL) Again, you can add the F or remove it as you please or as your vocabulary dictates. There is also ROFLMAO which is Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off.
AFAIKB3 means As Far As I Know Blah Blah Blah. In other words, I don’t care, which means it could be abbreviated to IDC, which should never be confused with IDK which BTW (by the way) means I Don’t Know.
Tell the truth, how many of these acronyms did you know already? I admit I learned a few more today, and tested my eyes at the same time. LOL.
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No, not me, I am NOT turning 60 this year, but my big brother is, so I thought I would honor his upcoming birthday with this post. You know, instead of trying to find a unique (tacky) “turning 60” or “old fart” birthday present.
My brother is in great company, apparently, 1957 was a great year…do you know who else turned 60 this year? Lots of celebrities including Steve Harvey, Melanie Griffith, Vanna White, and John’s favorite, Homer Simpson!
After all, 60 is a good chunk of 150; 40 percent, 0.4 or 2/5 of 150 Canadian years to be exact. Any way you look at it, sixty is alot of years, almost half of Canada’s 150 years!
Canada turned 150 this year and we Canadians are celebrating all year around. I think those turning 60 (or fifty or any other momentous number for that matter) should too. Actually, I think my brother may have started celebrating last winter when he was visiting our sister in Texas, good Canadian boy that he is.
I hope my brother is not too bothered about turning sixty. I know he has his priorities right, retiring from work recently to spend more time doing the things he loves to do. We are not always sure what those things are, but he does appear to be enjoying himself.
There are lots of good proverbs about turning sixty, so pick one (or three) and run with it…
The other good news I have heard (I don’t really know as I am not there yet) is that sixty is the new forty, at least it will be when I get there!
My son and his girlfriend have a cat, so I have been warning them what cats will do to Christmas trees and ornaments. I remember how my husband’s parents’ cat used to knock their Christmas trees over at least three times a season.
Lawyers should never ask a Georgia grandma a question if they aren’t prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know me?’ She responded, ‘Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you’ll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.’
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you…
“You’re not the boss of me” was a common phrase out of the mouth of my middle son growing up, especially throughout his terrible twos (and threes and fours and fives… ) If someone told him what to do (other than me of course, because he always knew I was the boss of him) and he didn’t feel like doing it or think he should do it, “you’re not the boss of me!” was his answer.
When he started school, I had to explain to him that his teacher would be “the boss of you” at school. When his father and I would go out for the evening leaving our sons with a sitter, we would first have to sit this son down and explain to him that the sitter “is the boss of you tonight.” Or if he was going somewhere with his big brother, the big brother was “the boss of you” on that occasion. The funny part was that he was okay with those explanations. As long as I didn’t forget to tell him who was “the boss of him” his behaviour was great.
Now that he has matured to an almost 24-year-old adult, he has figured out that he has to be “the boss of himself” in most circumstances. Repercussions and consequences for bad behaviour and poor decisions are much more serious as an adult.
Just wait until he tells me he is getting married; I will have to explain to him that if he is smart, he will realize “she’s the boss of you.”