Here it is--nearly Easter. I know--I haven't posted in a long time. Bad Dee.
We've opened the pool and I'm waiting to see if Bad Icarus falls in. He spent the winter walking across the winter blanket and along the edge of the pool. Now--well, he'll have to swim to the steps and get out.
So, have any of you ever thought about how the Easter bunny gets all the credit for Easter while the chickens actually do most of the work? I mean, they lay the eggs. Others fill the baskets and all the rabbit has to do is hoping around delivering the baskets. Yeah, well, some of those baskets these days are dang big and probably heavy to carry around--if you're the size of a rabbit. But hey, they get all that credit and everyone loves bunnies!
I got a perm a few weeks ago. Can you imagine being at the beauty shop for 4 hours, being soaked from your neck to your britches? Sitting around in AC and freezing? And then being told yeah, your hair does need dyed. Can you wait a little bit while she cuts two others? It won't take much time. Forty-five minutes later, you're sitting under the dryer trying to stay warm, pulling your shirt up under the dryer as far as you can to dry it--didn't work. Finally, the time comes. And you have to say, "Hey, I have food cooking in the crock pot. Just finish me and I'll have to come back another time." That's what I did.
Do driving down the highway with my sunroof open, glancing into the mirror, I nearly panicked! Gray hair! Gray hair! Where'd it all come from? Was it really there all along? So now it fits--the old gray mare she ain't what she used to be!
Getting a dye job on the 19th--before I pick up the author and agent at the airport and hear them snicker--"did you see that gray hair on that head? Yeah, look close and you'll see it's about every so many hairs in that old head."
Grandkids: Baby Emma seems to hold her bodily functions for about 5 days. And she seems to hold it all back until it's my turn to sit for her. She pooped all over herself, all over me, too! Yuk. If that wasn't bad enough--she threw up on me later. I know make sure I'm wearing my oldest clothes when I watch her. No sense in messing up my good clothes.
Baby Autumn: She was baptized a few weeks ago. The church is very, very small. Our families and friends took up nearly half the church. She didn't cry during the sprinkling on her head. But she was so sober all day--for all her pictures, nary a smile. But when I visited her last Sunday, she was smiling. She's trying to walk now. She and her Auntie Em have the same color eyes and hair.
Maggie is watching me type. Think that means, hey maw, you haven't mentioned me! Oky, so Maggie is 70 lb of shedding hair dog. She's sweet, but likes to slap her brother Zeus with her large paws at times just to irritate him. And poor Zeus, Maggie and Icarus play together and we find Zeus out in the yard throwing sticks in the air and catching them while the other two are playing tug of war with their sticks.
Zeus is a Leo and fits the cowardly lion on the Wizard of Oz. If we sneeze, he runs and hides. Maggie, however, slinks away if we raise our voices. And both are scared of storms. Icarus likes to watch storms. Icarus doesn't care if we sneeze or yell or whatever. He's our Bad Ass dog. He weighs 15 lbs!
Have a great Easter. I have to get ready for company, work around the house and well, you all know how it goes--not enough time in our days!
dee--who has to wonder if anyone reads this
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