Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Have a new entry on my “Toys” page

We went to Columbus for the weekend to visit C and L and the babes.  Really nice weekend.  I know I wasn’t the best guest (got sick several times, couldn’t eat) and I’m sorry for that, but it was very relaxed and casual and it was great to see everyone.  Even got to see T & R.  R is getting so tall and beautiful.  Such a lady too.

My absolute favorite part was when everyone settled down either napping or chatting and I went up where H was coloring and we just sat and talked and watched cartoons and colored and talked some more. Which brings me to the title of this post.  A commercial came on while we were talking about something and we both looked at each other when it was over and said, simultaneously, “That can’t be for real”.  Now H is a five-year old boy and if he thinks it’s a disgusting toy, you can bet it’s over the limit.  It was funny, we both raced downstairs like a couple of kids to find C and J and tell them all about it.  You will have to click over to the “Toys” page to see what it is, I’m not going to spoil it, but it’s over the top bad.  Upon further searching the vast reaches of the internet, I found out that Mattel has plans for a Barbie version, but, that is also on the “Toys” page.

I am so in Love with my grandkids.  I could sit and talk to my grandson for hours.  It’s so hard to believe that he is only five.  I know that I am prejudiced, but his word recognition and social skills are so beyond any five-year old I’ve ever met.  He is a born leader and I have no doubt that he will make his mark on the world.  Oh and there is nothing like the kiss of a baby girl and the sweet way she says “I love you”.  She is so into dresses and costumes.  Grandma is going to have a blast looking for costumes for her.  I might even fire up my sewing machine and make some funky summer dresses for her.

Off to update the “Toys” page.  Come on over and check it out.

A Hotwheel racer, a Mastodon and a half eaten candy cane…

Along with two power ranger arms, a chocolate kiss (squished) and what I think might have been a cookie at one time but is an interesting furry thing now.

Yep, cleaned out under my couches after Christmas.  I have hardwood floors and once a month I do “dog hair” duty along the walls and under the furniture with a Swiffer sweeper just to give the floor a shine.  After having several houseful,s of friends and families and their kids, it was time.  I always love my “treasure hunt” cleans after the kids have been here.  For a bunch of kiddies under ten years old, they are really good about picking up the toys and putting them back upstairs when they are done.  I find it helps when they understand that they can bring down whatever they want, but they have to put them back when they are done with them.  I fully understand that in the midst of the chaos of Holiday parties, things get overlooked (like the toys under my couch) especially by the little ones.

What I don’t get are the adults and the words they leave behind.  Things like “I’ll call soon”, or “Let’s get together for lunch”, and the infamous, “let’s go shopping”.  Please don’t leave words behind that you’ve forgotten already.  Unlike kids toys, when you stumble over a reminder of someone who has offered to pick you up and take you out, and never has, it hurts.

I’d rather have the toys, At least those I can smile at with happy memories.

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