February 16, 2012

  • Chewlee And Other Trivia

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Chewlee's independent nature is really starting to assert itself.  Of course, that means she spends a lot of time in trouble because she has a smart mouth on her and no good sense.  She just hasn't learned yet that some things shouldn't be said by little girls.  She's learning about not saying bad words but she will slip now and then and you will hear *Oh shit!* out of her when she drops something or spills something.  It's hard NOT to laugh at that but we tell her that *ladies* do not use those words.  I've also heard her use *dammit* correctly.

    But....what gets her in trouble is when she refuses to believe something that's been told to her or she decides she doesn't want to do something that she was told to do.  Today the Beast got upset with her because he thought she had walked on his freshly waxed bathroom tiles and she kept yelling *I didn't do it!*  When I went to look, it turned out it was the dog that walked on it.  How he could mistake paw prints for little girl bare feet, I have no idea.  She did, however, open the door that allowed Baron access.

    The floor polisher the Beast ordered got here today and it really does a nice job.  If he ever finds the kind of floor finish they use in big, busy buildings, he will then be in hog heaven.

    Due to the news from the doctor today (see earlier post), he wasn't really in a great mood.  He will have to come to grips with that.  I sent him some links because there are lots of *fixes* for prostate cancer.  It's NOT a death sentence.  I hope it helps his attitude and he becomes less fatalistic.  I also hope it hasn't metatasized onto other organs.

    I had hoped the removal of the stitches and staples would help as far as pain went but it hasn't.  It also has stirred up my sciatica which is also very painful.  I have exercises that help that but I can't do them with both sides of my groin in major pain.  I know this will pass eventually but I sure wish it was sooner rather than later.  I have to change the bandage on my right side several times a day because it is still leaking like crazy.  And it sure looks ugly as can be.

    Chewlee got mad at me today because I wouldn't let her watch a movie until we found all of the cases for the movies I found sitting in a pile.  They were all ones she watched while I was in the hospital.  After we found all but two, she was drawing something on a piece of paper I keep here for her and I heard this from behind me....*I love Mommy, I love Papa, I only love Grandma SOMETIMES.....and sometimes I don't love her....*   I turned around and said to her, *Chewlee, Grandma ALWAYS loves you but sometimes I don't LIKE you.*  That seemed to be a new thought for her.  When I turned around, she was back at her paper, pretending to write, and I heard...*I love my Grandma but sometimes I really don't LIKE her!  Like when she makes me look for things.*  That cracked me up.

    Later, she crawled, carefully, into my lap and gave me a hug.  She looked intently at me and said, *I love you, Grandma.  I was just joking.*

    Love you all.  Have a great TGIF.