Day One Hundred Ninety Three 2013

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, SARAH!



My sweet niece Sarah celebrated her 18th birthday this evening with family and friends and a yummy chocolate cake. [Her official birth date is tomorrow] These past 18 years have rushed by, crazy fast. I’ve watched her grow up into this unique, smart, talented, gorgeous, funny and fun to be with young woman who is one of my favorite people on the planet. But then she’s always been all those things. Her future is shiny bright. Can’t wait to see where she goes and how she gets there. Wishing you all the best of everything life has to offer, Sarah. Love you to pieces.

Day One Hundred Ninety Two 2013

This has been my week for doc appointments and needle sticks. Stick a needle fork in me, I am done. Today’s doc visit was a general one which they term a ‘wellness visit’. Not only did I get this fun blood work done [my big fat veins are an easy stick and nurse Pat is awesome at this], but I also got two inoculations. Two! A pneumonia shot [another joy of growing older] and a whooping cough shot [which is probably more to protect the little peeps in my life than it is to protect me]. All this on top of my shot in the knee yesterday, and I should be spouting water out all the needle holes in my body [SpongeBob comes to mind for some reason]. Let’s give God the glory for modern medicine, as invasive and uncomfortable as it can be sometimes. I think my next stop will be for a hearing test. [Huh?] I see hearing aids in my near future. [What?] 

Day One Hundred Ninety One 2013

Uh oh, Kay has a boo boo on her left knee. Not really. Well, actually, my whole left knee is one big boo boo. Bad knees run in my family. Wish I was immune. Doc says my meniscus [a pad of fibrous tissue which cushions the femur and tibia] is showing some wear, which is causing me grief. One of the joys of growing older, but growing older beats the alternative, as they say. I think so, anyway. So he gave me a shot [in the knee as you can see~ouch!] of cortisone which should ease my pains in the coming weeks [hopefully]. Back in six weeks for a look-see. Hope your Wednesday was pain free.

Day One Hundred Ninety 2013

Tuesday Lunch Bunch Peeps: hubby Neil [who always looks thrilled to be in my blog pics], daughter Holly, daughter Kelly, grandson Knox, granddaughter Shelby, niece Julia, niece Sarah, and grandson Elijah. We hit the D.Q., enjoyed a meal together and shared some laughs. Good times, y’all!

Day One Hundred Eighty Nine 2013

PLAY ‘TIL YOU WIN!

We ended up at CiCi’s Pizza today for lunch. The kids, big and small, were attracted to the game room where  Kelly and Shelby sparred in a game of air hockey.

Elijah drove a race car ~ mostly on the side of the road. No seat belt.

And ~ uh oh! ~ Knox spied …

… Elmo buried in that impossible quest where you drop the claw on top of the toy you want and pray that it latches on so you can pull it out of the pile. Grandpa knew this particular quest would bear no fruit ~ Elmo ~ so he didn’t even try. Walked away. Left Elmo buried. Uh oh.

Shelby found a game ~ with a similar claw ~ that scooped up candy and cheap plastic toys. Not as difficult as that other game.

They scooped out all sorts of goodies.

The name of the game!

But, alas, Elmo got left behind, buried in the machine, and there was no consoling Knox, who cried big tears, and wailed for Elmo all the way home. We’ve never seen him so distraught. But time heals all wounds. He soon forgot his heartbreak and finally moved on with his life, thank goodness. School of hard knocks [Knox?]. Lesson learned. You don’t always get what you want. It must be Monday or something.