Friday, August 28, 2009

munch munch

I took my grandparents to the doctor's office yesterday. We stopped and picked up sandwiches and drove to their house to eat them. This was a portion of our conversation:

Pepaw: I have to get mine checked... it's a... a.... um....
Me: Blood pressure?
Pepaw: Naw.... a... it's a .... well dang. I forgot.
Me: I have no idea.
Pepaw: Your daddy has one. He gets it checked every
Me: My daddy? Every month?
Memaw walks over from the phone.
Pepaw: What's that thing called? I get it checked every month on the radio?
Me: Radio?
Memaw: Your pacemaker.
Pepaw: Yeah! Pacemaker. Anyway, I get it checked every month with a radio over the phone. It's a new way. Your grandpa has to go into the doctor every month.
Me: Oh! Grandpa, not daddy!
Pepaw: Yeah. No.
Mewaw: We just have to hook it up to the phone and they can check it... every six months.
Me: Every six months?
Memaw: Yeah.
Pepaw: Yeah. Oh.... I said every month didn't I?
Memaw: Yes. Every month.
Pepaw: Anyway, your Grandpa, he has to go in every month but I only have to go in every six months.

Thees hos been a gude convehsation.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Most people call him Whitt

I am sitting in my room hoping that a 3 year old will go to sleep. We're going on two hours here. But Mom invited other moms to a lunch in our house and me, Asa, and Anna have been banned to the our rooms in the basement. One of the women brought her child. Who always takes a nap after lunch. Always barring today, of course.

"I have to go pee-pee."
"No, you just went."
"Well, then I have to go poo-poo."
"No you don't, babe. Go to sleep."

So, we are listening to Adventures in Odyssey. I'd forgotten how much I love them.

"Amy, I had an accident."
"On my bed?! In your pull-ups?!"
"No. Once, beside my bed and I fell down."

Connie, Whit, Barth and Rodney Rathbone, Eugene, Blackguard.... many, many childhood car rides were shortened by this company.

"Can I have a Barbie?"
"No, I don't think we have them anymore."
"I played with them the last time I was here."

I've caught my 21, 19, and 17 year old brothers listening to them before. Amazing how they engage 3 year olds and adults.

"I really like your fan. And your laptop."
"Thank you."
"I am going to tell you a story."

I have to go. Connie is teaching Eugene how to ask Katrina out.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

When Kathryn G. visits

"If I was a bad person, I think I would steal babies."
I would be an arsonist.

"If I were a retarded person... I mean, you know, special... I would do origami."
I would throw paint on sheets.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

BBC is too good at character portrayal

Willoughby is a scoundrel of scoundrels. I hate him. And Lucy Steele makes me twitch. Mrs. John Dashwood I would gladly poison and Eleanor's strength makes me cry.

Monday, August 10, 2009

post script

It's my 160th post. Ta-daaa!!

Oh yeah. I have a BSN in nursing now, which means I am through with nursing school. I don't think it's really hit me, yet.

I say this not to preach, but because I forget it all of the time: All glory to God... because I still don't know what a nurse is supposed to do in most situations. But, go ahead... ask me for medical advice.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

If I had two garage doors....

... and neighbors to see them, I would do this.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

We are currently 384,000 years in debt

If you want to watch the ticking numbers of our country's national debt, go here.

My parents subscribe to WORLD magazine and there was an explanation of the number one trillion. I mean, we hear it used all of the time... but I didn't realize how big this number was until I read this.

Let's say these numbers were seconds and we are rewinding back in time.

1 million = 12 days ago
1 billion = 30 years ago

1 trillion = 30,000 B.C.