When we go away, Nick watches Pippen. I always ask how he's doing while we are away (I miss the crazy dog!) and Nick tells me how Pippen eats and drinks very little. I try to tell Nick to hang with Pippen while he is eating. You know how he likes company when he eats. Apparently he doesn't like anyone else's company (only mine).
I suggested Skyping Pippen during meal time so he will feel like I'm there with him. Of course, it would probably backfire and he will be afraid of the laundry room (where he eats) or he will run around the house looking for me.
I guess vacations can only last a week. If we are gone too long, my dog will starve.
Friday, July 8, 2016
Thursday, July 7, 2016
No Response
I love how I send a text message to the boys and get a reply in 24 hours. I mean, are they that busy? I'm sure they reply quicker when their friends text them.
Good thing it's not an emergency.
Good thing it's not an emergency.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Scary
Picture RT and Bella chasing me through the hotel to get me to rub aloe on their back.
It's hard being the one without a sunburn.
It's hard being the one without a sunburn.
The Smell of Aloe
Bella took a shower and put aloe on her sunburn. She needed help putting aloe on her back. I took one sniff and almost passed out. I know she took a shower, but..... she stinks! Did she put on dirty clothes?
I kept my comments to myself. I started putting on the aloe and realized that the smell was not my daughter'sbad hygiene habits...it was the aloe!
What does aloe smell like? Put a t-shirt on Alex and let him play basketball outside in the heat for a few hours with his friends. Take a whiff of the shirt. Better yet, let him use that same shirt and play ball for the next few days and then smell that shirt. Now imagine sitting in a car (with the windows up and the air conditioning on) with two people that have been using aloe.
Yes. I could die and no one would know the cause of death.
I kept my comments to myself. I started putting on the aloe and realized that the smell was not my daughter's
What does aloe smell like? Put a t-shirt on Alex and let him play basketball outside in the heat for a few hours with his friends. Take a whiff of the shirt. Better yet, let him use that same shirt and play ball for the next few days and then smell that shirt. Now imagine sitting in a car (with the windows up and the air conditioning on) with two people that have been using aloe.
Yes. I could die and no one would know the cause of death.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Don't Touch Me
I went to give RT a hug and as I got close he said, "Don't touch me!"
Sunburned and crabby.
Sunburned and crabby.
Sunburned
I mentioned in my last post about going to the beach. We had a blast on the tubes we brought. The water temperature was perfect. Nice sunny day. Not too hot. And, two out of three got sunburned.
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Yes. I said two out of three. Why? Because the one person (that everyone thinks is crazy) (me) uses SPF 70 or more when she is out in the sun. Oh, yea, and I'm the one with the olive skin who tans easily. Then, there is RT, who insists on using 30 SPF (the one who is pale and does not tan easily). And, of course, Bella, who put on sunscreen before we got to the beach (forgot to ask someone to do her back) and then ran back into the water every time I mentioned she put on more.
Both of them are pretty red. I now get to hear moans and complaints for the next several days. Hopefully everyone learned a lesson today.
sound of record scratching
Yes. I said two out of three. Why? Because the one person (that everyone thinks is crazy) (me) uses SPF 70 or more when she is out in the sun. Oh, yea, and I'm the one with the olive skin who tans easily. Then, there is RT, who insists on using 30 SPF (the one who is pale and does not tan easily). And, of course, Bella, who put on sunscreen before we got to the beach (forgot to ask someone to do her back) and then ran back into the water every time I mentioned she put on more.
Both of them are pretty red. I now get to hear moans and complaints for the next several days. Hopefully everyone learned a lesson today.
Monday, July 4, 2016
"DON'T STEP ON THE BLANKET!"
I love going to the beach. I find it to be very relaxing. I also find it to be a very interesting experience. There is the whole personal experience. You know, sun, shade, water, sand. Then there is the people watching aspect.
This beach visit was a great personal experience. The weather was perfect and the water wasn't too cold. That means I actually got in the water (doesn't happen too often at the lake, just ask my kids).
The people watching portion was very entertaining. Next to us sat an elderly couple who were catching some rays. After awhile, a woman with a (4-5 year old) girl came walking up to the blanket. As they were approaching the blanket (with her grandparents laying on it), the mom yells, "DON'T STEP ON THE BLANKET!" Not once, but five or six times. They stood by the blanket for several minutes waiting (not sure for what) and the little girl asks, "Can we go back in the water? My feet are burning." The mother says yes, grabs her hand and SLOWLY walks the little girl back to the lake. You could tell the little girl was doing everything to keep her feet from burning off in the sand. About 10 minutes later, another woman with her two kids comes up to the blanket and grabs towels for her kids. This time the grandfather is yelling, "DON'T STEP ON THE BLANKET!" (not once, but several times). One of the kids runs across the blanket and the grandfather is ticked. They all ate on the blanket. The little girl asked for something, and, she didn't say please, so the grandfather refused to give it to her.
At this point, all of us decided to go in the lake. When we got out and back to the blanket, the people to the right of us were gone. The grandparents on the left? They moved so close to our blanket that we could almost touch them. No there wasn't anyone on the other side of them (the grandparents). RT was putting things next to our blanket just to give us a little space. I think they were trying to catch some shade from our umbrella. If they got any closer, I was going to yell, "Don't step on our blanket!"
This beach visit was a great personal experience. The weather was perfect and the water wasn't too cold. That means I actually got in the water (doesn't happen too often at the lake, just ask my kids).
The people watching portion was very entertaining. Next to us sat an elderly couple who were catching some rays. After awhile, a woman with a (4-5 year old) girl came walking up to the blanket. As they were approaching the blanket (with her grandparents laying on it), the mom yells, "DON'T STEP ON THE BLANKET!" Not once, but five or six times. They stood by the blanket for several minutes waiting (not sure for what) and the little girl asks, "Can we go back in the water? My feet are burning." The mother says yes, grabs her hand and SLOWLY walks the little girl back to the lake. You could tell the little girl was doing everything to keep her feet from burning off in the sand. About 10 minutes later, another woman with her two kids comes up to the blanket and grabs towels for her kids. This time the grandfather is yelling, "DON'T STEP ON THE BLANKET!" (not once, but several times). One of the kids runs across the blanket and the grandfather is ticked. They all ate on the blanket. The little girl asked for something, and, she didn't say please, so the grandfather refused to give it to her.
At this point, all of us decided to go in the lake. When we got out and back to the blanket, the people to the right of us were gone. The grandparents on the left? They moved so close to our blanket that we could almost touch them. No there wasn't anyone on the other side of them (the grandparents). RT was putting things next to our blanket just to give us a little space. I think they were trying to catch some shade from our umbrella. If they got any closer, I was going to yell, "Don't step on our blanket!"
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