Tomorrow, Baby Girl. Tomorrow.

If dogs could talk, here’s the conversation Belle, my furry toddler, and I would have been having yesterday when I snapped this picture of she and Meg in my office.

Belle: Mama?
Me: Yes, Belle?
B: When is K coming?
M: Tomorrow.
B: Tomorrow?
M: Yes.
B: So later today, when you’re done working?
M: No, tomorrow.
B: What’s tomorrow?
M: You know how later tonight, it’ll get dark? Well, tomorrow is when it gets light again.
B: Are you sure?
M: Yes.
B: Tomorrow?
M: Yes, Baby Girl, tomorrow. Your new girlfriend will be here tomorrow.
B: Good. Because…

(Here’s where her voice dropped to a whisper. She stole a quick glance at Meg then back at me.)

B: … because this grumpy old bitch is boooorrrriiiinnnngggg.

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I have had similar conversations with Gaige, my 6-year-old grandson (minus the “bitch” part), who still has no real concept of time or distance. Just last night, in fact, while I was at Amy’s house visiting for a pseudo Thirsty Third Thursday with Shannon (currently in Egypt) via Skype.

Gaige asked Shannon how long it would take her to get here.

“Well,” Shannon said as she thought about it, “I think it would be about a 15-hour flight.”

“Fifteen hours?” Gaige said.

“Yep,” she replied.

“Is that like three hours?” he continued.

“No. Fifteen hours is a long time,” she explained.

Gaige thought about it for a minute, then said…

“Oh. But what’s a flight?”


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Note to Shannon: In case you were wondering why the kids were so wound up when you called, in addition to all the excitement about seeing and talking to Aunt Shannon, they were wrestling and generally having a wild time right before you called.


Here are some other images from the evening. The older kids wouldn’t be still long enough for me to get decent shots of them!



Have a good weekend, everyone!

A Little Humor Won’t Hurt

Hypnotism at the Senior Center
(submitted via e-mail by my brother, Tom Reichard)

It was entertainment night at the Senior Center.

Claude the hypnotist exclaimed: “I’m here to put you all into a trance. I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience.”

The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat. The polished metal gleamed in the light.

Claude the hypnotist said: “I want you each to keep your eyes on this antique watch. It’s a very special watch. It’s been in my family for six generations.”

He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting, “‘Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch.”

The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light shimmering off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until, suddenly, it slipped from the hypnotist’s fingers and fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.

“SHIT!” said the hypnotist.

It took three days to clean up the Senior Center…

My Very Expressive, All-Boy Grandson
(plus ToadMama having a wee bit of fun with Photoshop)

Dear Reader:

You won’t fully appreciate the small details that totally make this picture unless you click on the image and check out the larger size. So, please. Humor me. Put down that darn Crackberry/iPhone, whatever and look at the full-size view.

Fondly,
ToadMama

Did you look at the larger version? Well, did you?
Why not?
(The faces this boy makes crack me up!)

K Finally Expelled Her Tapeworm
(submitted by Jenn Myers, K’s awesome foster Mom)

She really did. The above photo is a reenactment, staged by K’s foster Mom who just may have a sense of humor weirder than me. Maybe. If not, she’s pretty darn close!

Where Mom Jeans Really Come From
(submitted by Shannon, my oldest, globetrotting daughter)

Shannon found this Mom-cotton store in Sharm el-Sheikh, Egypt. That’s gotta be what they use to make Mom jeans, right? Mystery solved! Thanks, Shan.

Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought…
(found by little ole me while shopping for dog bones)

Amazon.com definitely has its pluses and its minuses, but I still shop there often because they have lots of stuff and you can usually find pretty good prices. For the life of me, I don’t know why local brick-and-mortar retailers either don’t sell compressed rawhide rolls or do sell them for exhorbitant prices. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.

I found the rawhide rolls on Amazon at a good price. And I got a little giggle out of the deal. Check out the “Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought” recommendation.

You’d think more than one person would have to buy this item for it to qualify as a recommendation, right? Could it just be a weird coincidence that multiple customers bought professional noise canceling earmuffs with the bones?

I confess, I didn’t so much giggle as just scratch my head and wonder what’s up with that?

Wacky Web Sites You Might Enjoy
(most of these were found by Hubby)

Is your partner one of those not-so-handy men? If yes, you should be able to relate to this one. If no, go look anyway, just for some giggles.

Do you always feel like somebody is watching you? Apparently, lots of other people do, too. They see Faces in Some of the Weirdest Places. You may never look at things around you in quite the same way.

Need a cartoon for your Blog? There are some cool–FREE–ones to use at www.BZToons.com. Like this one, which made me think of K’s foster Mom…


Here’s one that describes yesterday’s weather…


Speaking of crappy… you have reached the end of today’s post.

That’s a weak closing, I know. Sorry. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.

And She’s Off

Aside from today being Eric’s birthday, which was traumatic enough, today was also the day Shannon set off for Europe. That’s just the first stop in her round the world tour.

Hubby and I drove her down to Dulles Airport this morning. Of course I had to take my camera. And make them pose for a goodbye pic.

They were both looking all sad, so I had to give them a hard time.

“Come on. Smile,” I commanded.

And they smiled. Sort of. But that’s better than being all sad, right?

I mean this is a great adventure for Shannon.

Then it was my turn to say goodbye…

Nuff said about that being sad stuff.

Hubby made us smile, too.

Then she was off…

At 5:08 PM ET I received an e-mail from the SPOT Satellite GPS (mentioned in yesterday’s post) that Shannon’s carrying with her. The automated message, set up to let us know she’d arrived safely as soon as she turned it on, said “Checking in to say that I’m okay and having a great time!” There was a link, too, which showed her exact location. See picture below or click here to follow the link for yourself (you can zoom in if you do).

The Final Countdown

There’s an 80s song stuck in my head today. And I know exactly why (for a change!).

It’s The Final Countdown by Europe.

Shannon, who is asleep in my guest room as I type this, having completely checked out of her apartment, leaves for Europe tomorrow.

She has a countdown timer on her blog, which has been slowly but surely ticking off the days as she made all kinds of preparations to get ready for the trip.

It was really weird to see it at ZERO days! When I did a screen shot so I could show the timer, there were just over 17 hours left. Now it’s down to 16:47:03.

It really is the final countdown. She flies off to Barcelona, Spain tomorrow morning. That is in Europe, by the way. So, see? My song of the day really does fit!

We’re really going to miss her, but are very excited that she gets to do what many, many people only ever dream about. I’ve already told her that if she meets up with someone and tries to stay that we are going to hunt her down and drag her back.

I got to test-fit her backpack last night. It contains all the stuff she’ll need (hopefully) to get through the next year. She’s been very thorough in her preparations. She’s been fully immunized. She’s hooked herself up with a huge network of folks at Couchsurfing.com, which is basically people from around the world who have agreed to let complete strangers sleep on their sofa, in a spare room, on the floor, whatever, at there place for a night or two. She’s equipped herself with a satellite tracking device so that if she can’t get to a phone or computer, we’ll still be able to tell where she is.

In other words, she’s really ready. As ready as she’ll ever be, anyway.

Jack Kerouac would say “crash at their pad” or some such dated expression. Who’s he? He wrote On the Road, which is touted as one of the most important novels of the century. Though I’d been wanting to read it for a while, when I finally tried, I couldn’t get into it because of words like “threads” and “pad” and other hooey from the Beat generation.

I bring that up only because I really am a nomad at heart. And as much as I’ll miss Shannon, I look forward to following along on her voyage of discovery. Her crazy, solo, backpacking trip around the world.

I’ll be taking her to the airport before the crack of dawn tomorrow.

Wow. This is really happening.

As a friend of hers said, “How exciting. How exhilarating. How enviable. How BOLD.”

This friend of hers has always had a way with words. So I’ll quote him again in closing, because he really did have the best parting words for her…

“Godspeed as you traverse the map, safe travels as you find new adventures, and warmth as you find yourself; the self we know and love.”