or..lunch conversation with Erin and Jilly. I picked Erin and Jill up at school yesterday when they had a half day of school and we headed out to lunch before going to their house. Erin decided to tell us what she knew of the digestive system, which was plenty. She was explaining how we swallowed our food, it went to the esophagus, telling us about the intestines, and pancreas, how long it took for the food to digest, etc.
Jill then added. "And then we poop it out."
Erin: Jill, we ARE eating.
Jill: Well, we do.
I also got to hear Erin play the piano; she's something else. When they first got into the car, Jill announced that we're going to Steak & Shake for lunch. Erin told her that wasn't their decision to make. Of course, I was all for it. I fully intended for us to go to lunch someplace or another. I'd have tried to get them to the moon if that's what they'd wanted. We enjoyed Grandparents' day earlier yesterday morning, always a treat.
I've rented Seasons 2 & 3 or Downton Abbey which I've been watching so I'll be caught up when Season 4 starts in the fall. I'm hooked! And I've got a great quilt project that I'm working on, though I've not made much progress yet.
Anyway, Erin can explain the digestive system, and Jill will more or less sum it up for you.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Easter Sunday
My my..my last blog was a Halloween blog, and now Easter has come and gone already. But Bobby posted a little about the egg roll and I thought I'd add a little more. First of all, we didn't get even 1 picture of Brian on Easter. I thought we got everyone rolling eggs and didn't realize until later that he didn't participate. He claimed to have a bad back, but I wonder if he didn't want to face the agony of defeat. Or maybe he just knew to stay away from Julie where hard boiled eggs and sticks were involved. The intent was to softly and quickly push your egg around the course we'd set up, trying not to crack your egg. Julie actually sent one of her eggs airborne once. I saw something coming at me out of the corner of my eye; yep, Julie's egg. When she and Jill "rolled" their eggs, you could hear the stick Whacking the egg. Not a good sound when you don't want to crack your egg. And once Erin and Jill were accompanying Judy around the course, and coming up the hill Judy fell and it was a hoot. Erin and Jill were laughing so hard. Well, okay, we all were laughing so hard. And Pam actually managed to get the yolk of her egg to break free from the shell once; sort of neat. Mark Wagner was a good competitor, and when Mark Tabler won he offered Kevin another chance to compete, but Kevin graciously accepted defeat. Or maybe he was just too tired to try again, or was more interested in watching a game on tv. Erin never tires out and loved rolling the eggs. She was pretty good at it, too.
Anyway, the egg roll was a success and will be a yearly event. It was followed by the egg hunt. Thankfully the weather cooperated.
So much for my blog. Maybe I'll blog again after Derby Day.
Anyway, the egg roll was a success and will be a yearly event. It was followed by the egg hunt. Thankfully the weather cooperated.
So much for my blog. Maybe I'll blog again after Derby Day.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Halloween At Julie's and Jit's
Trick-or-or treating in Grove Port was something to see, even though the weather was cold, windy, and rainy. I don't think the rain ever let up, and Julie and Jit didn't know what to expect in the way of ghosts and goblins at the door, and I thought it was fantastic. But they were disappointed that I didn't get to see what it's usually like when the weather cooperates. We estimated that they still had 450-500 trick or treaters. And this was in really yucky weather. There was plenty of fun and festivity inside the house, also, with their friends, lots of food, and and a very good time overall. I simply can't imagine the usual 400-500 more that they usually have, because I thought this crowd was unbelievable.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
SHOPPING WITH JILLIAN
Yesterday Jill and I went on our planned expedition to buy her a new pair of boots; not snow boots - boots for everyday wear. Our destination was Sears where I'd seen some I thought she might like; however, we ended up buy them elsewhere. But that's not the point of my story. When we got to Oxmoor, we entered at the Sears entrance and on the way in Jill noticed a bird nest in the big letter A of the SEARS sign. We continued our shopping and a little later met Kim and Erin at Panera Bread for lunch. Then we all exited by way of Sears because that's where both Kim and I had parked.
Kim, Erin and Jill were in their car. I, however, was wandering the parking lot in search of my little red car. Nowhere to be found! Luckily Kim hadn't pulled away yet, and I got in their car and we drove around - no car. So Kim questioned Jill (not me, you notice) about where we parked the car) Jill offered we entered Sears, we were parked sort of close to the building, and there was a bird nest in the Big A of the SEARS sign. Ohhhh...that's right Jill. Good thinking! It was the other entrance. So Kim gave me a ride over to another entrance, looking for the bird nest, and presto! there's the car. Moral of the story. I need to take Jill with me every time I shop at the mall.
Kim, Erin and Jill were in their car. I, however, was wandering the parking lot in search of my little red car. Nowhere to be found! Luckily Kim hadn't pulled away yet, and I got in their car and we drove around - no car. So Kim questioned Jill (not me, you notice) about where we parked the car) Jill offered we entered Sears, we were parked sort of close to the building, and there was a bird nest in the Big A of the SEARS sign. Ohhhh...that's right Jill. Good thinking! It was the other entrance. So Kim gave me a ride over to another entrance, looking for the bird nest, and presto! there's the car. Moral of the story. I need to take Jill with me every time I shop at the mall.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Book Titles
I just finished reading The Paris Wife, about Hadley Richardson, the first wife of Ernest Hemingway. When Bobby asked me what I was reading and I told him The Paris Wife, his comment was, "I guess Kevin won't be interested in reading that." Because as some of you know, Kevin told some of us quite awhile back that if someone's only claim to fame is she's someone's wife, why would he want to read about her. Point taken. Although, if there were a book called Big Bad Bob's Wife, can't you just see it being a best seller. And it got me to thinking, as I was reading this book, about how many books I've read with wife in the title - quite a few, I think. Right off I can remember The Shoemaker's Wife and the Time Traveler's Wife. I know there have been more, but I can't recall right off what they were. I don't remember ever seeing a book titled something or other's Husband. You know....The First Lady's Husband, The Accountant's Husband, The Olympian's Husband. So why are there so many "wife" titles out there. But I'll probably keep reading them occasionally; the ones I've read have been fairly interesting.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Where has The Summer Gone??
My last post was 3 months ago, and I find myself wondering how that 3 months slipped by so quickly, and what I did with my time. I know I read a number of books, and did very little quilting. Took a little care of a heart patient, one we all know and love. Attended a wedding in Pittsburgh, which was lots and lots of fun. Saw a few movies and lunched with friends. Zumba'd on Wed. mornings when I could, and line danced twice a week when my schedule allowed. Spent a lot of time with Erin and Jill, which consisted of roller skating, playing miniature golf, walking while they rode their scooters, going to the park where they rode bikes, bowling, playing lots of games, lunch out, and of course, ice cream or yogurt out, and I actually got to take them for their back to school haircuts. Oh, of course, and played with the pet rats. We've celebrated birthdays, and overall, I guess it's been a pretty busy summer, but it still always catches me off guard when I realize how fast time is going. We had occasion last night to see the parents of one of Kevin's good friends, whom we hadn't seen for quite a few years, and we were all like...when did we get so old? I'm going to drag my feet and see if time goes any slower. Except then it would take too long for Christmas to come around, and I look too forward to getting those decorations up.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)