Party Hats at the Nursing Home, Huge Snowballs and Little Blue Snowmen.....

I'm sure you are all just dying to know, what have I been up to lately? So glad you asked. Here's a run down in photos.....




This is me and my grandpa looking as dapper as ever at his birthday party. My grandpa and I share a natural-born melancholy personality that most often goes unappreciated by the world at large. Apparently the sanguines and cholerics are much more fun at parties. On that note, I just recalled the funniest memory of the first time somebody called me a melancholic personality, probably more than 10 years ago now, and I was like, "What in the heck is she talking about calling me a melancholy personality?" I had just never heard that term before. I looked it up way back when and here's how we melancholies are defined: "Those with melancholic dispositions are thoughtful ponderers and while they are often very kind, considerate and highly creative in poetry and art, they can become occupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. A melancholic is also a perfectionist, self-reliant and independent."

Add "extremely dry sense of humor," and that about covers my entire existence on this earth.

Anyway, back to grandpa and the birthday party, I kind of fell in a little bit of a rabbit hole there...

My grandpa celebrated his (89th??) by reminiscing with another couple he and my grandma have been friends with for years. They recalled an extremely random (extremely, random) story about a trip, I think to sell cattle maybe, in which they all ended up staying in a motel room together. Apparently it became too late to drive all the way home and the only motel in the town only had one room with two double beds available that night.

My grandpa and his buddy ended up leaving the motel early that morning to do something, leaving my grandma and Rosie in the hotel until the guys came back to pick them up. On their way out the desk clerk must have been inquiring about their "wives" still up in the hotel room. My grandpa and Allan then took it upon themselves to explain that the ladies weren't their wives, they were just some girls they had picked up on their way into town. Unbeknownest to my grandma and Rosie, when they ended up leaving the motel room that day, everyone thought they were prostitutes my grandpa and Allan had picked up and spent the night with. Not sure how I feel about that story, considering the word "prostitute" is not something I'd like to associate with my grandma. But I guess there was a time when my grandparents weren't my grandparents.....

Then, on Saturday I had to kick everyone out of the house. There always eventually comes a time when I'm just not interested in seeing the face of another human being for at least a couple of hours, maybe even a whole afternoon, and Saturday just happened to be my day. I finished painting my dining room, only after scrapping the bottom of the bucket to get the final coat done, and Kaydn Rye and hubby spent their time out in the snow constructing an enormous snow ball.





You can tell Kaydn Rye is in a deep thought cause his tongue is hanging out.

When they came back in I was ready for human interaction again and all was well.

Yesterday we made blue playdough snow men while being completely snowed in.



Hubby didn't even make it to work yesterday, which somehow just made the house seem very crowded. It always makes for an interesting day when he's trying to work from home and I'm trying to work from home. I'm not used to any more than little people in the house with me during the weekday afternoons, so when I went upstairs to go into the bathroom, I must have been coming up the stairs in a little bit of a hurry because I turned the corner and rammed right into the bathroom door. I completely forgot that hubby was home and therefore could possibly be in the bathroom.

Today, I was able to pawn the kid off on the neighbors, so I have the entire day to ponder.....it's going to be a good day.