I’m pretty sure I have a few more gray hairs…
Remember a couple years ago when I was trying to teach Tbug how to drive a standard? I told her before she could get her driver’s license she had to be able to check the oil in the car (not change it, just check it), change a tire, and drive a standard transmission. So 2 years ago I attempted to teach her because at the time we had a standard… If you remember (if not I”m telling you now) she ran the car into the back of the tractor. I was 2 weeks away from having Abug. I was very pregnant. We were in our driveway and not going very fast but we both bounced off the dash. She hasn’t lived it down…
Well her mom moved her across the state line into Kansas. I don’t really know Kansas law but I know you can get your drivers license at 15 (instead of 16) and you can get your learner’s permit at 14 instead of 15. She doesn’t have it yet, but I guess her mom is talking about letting her get it. Gray hair #1. I also guess her mom has been letting her drive their vehicle (I don’t know, just what Tbug tells me). So lately she’s been bragging about “Being a Good Driver.” I keep telling her to knock on wood because she’s getting way to cocky and needs to learn some humility.
Anyway Sunday I walked out to the barn to let the horses out before we went to town. I walked back to the house and went to get in the passenger seat and noticed Tbug was in the driver’s seat and hubby was in the back seat. <sigh> 2 years ago all over again, except it’s not a standard so if we hit something we won’t bounce backwards if she has her foot on the clutch….
Hubby agreed to let her drive down the driveway. She sits so stiff I was nervous. Hubby kept getting on to me for being nervous. I was like, hello… I was in the front seat when she ran into the tractor. He then let her drive out the driveway and down the road. We live in the country so the roads aren’t very populated.
Let’s see… she rolled through a stop sign, didn’t stop. She didn’t put her seat belt on. She almost took out a guard rail. Sigh! And I was in the front seat to witness it all. I made her stop in the middle of the road (no one around) and put her seat belt on. I yelled at her for rolling through a stop sign. There was a guy who stopped in the middle of the road and she wasn’t moving over so I yelled again. and I closed my eyes going over the bridge, I only know about the guard rail because hubby told her.
Uh huh… and she’s a “Good Driver.” I told her she needs to learn more humility and not brag. Instead, learn how to be a good driver….
Note: She’s not a bad driver, but she’s definitely boasting on herself way to much…. I hope we can teach her better and the end goal is to make her a good driver!
So, the flu, as influenza, I think hit our house. We were never tested but within 2 weeks we all felt like death warmed over… is that the right phrase? Or do I have it wrong, like most times? Luckily for all our family, my niece’s birthday party wasn’t on her birthday and we were all kind of on the mend. It was rough going there for a while…. yikes! Hubby made sure to get Ambyr with icing before she could attack him. I think we actually made it through one family gathering… Christmas maybe… without the food war… It was definitely overdue!
It seems like on everyone’s birthday, you know except for mine, we’re out riding horses. Tbug’s 14th birthday was no different, but she does have a thing for riding horses. I hope she always has that desire! Sadly, Abug might have confiscated her horse….
Never fear, Kansas stepped up to bat for Tbug to ride… only problem was, then Abug wanted to ride with Tbug. Aloha looked a little lost. At one point, I hopped on her back but Abug told me I was to get off her horse. Tbug said, I’ll share a lot of things with you, but Aloha is mine. Gosh I love both of those girls.
I googled it. It says it is correct: Bye Week but could be by week or it could be bi week. So you call it what you want but know I’m talking about the off week that the Chiefs didn’t have to play because they were sitting second seed!
What what? or Woot woot if you prefer 😁.
So unfortunately Grady wound up back in the hospital due to his surgery before Christmas. Jared and hubby conjured up a scheme that we were going to go sit in his hospital room with him and watch the Dolphins Steelers game and the New York Green Bay game on Sunday, but he was able to “break out” on Saturday night so we changed our plans and decided to make lunch and go to their house to watch the games. One was at noon and the other at 3:30. The game plan was to make a day of it 😀.
The game plan for the meal (yes, I keep saying game plan, going with the scheme of the day….) was chicken wings because why not? Hubby made some of his “famous” salsa and the wings and carrots/celery and as a last minute thought, No Bake Cookies!
How on Earth did you turn 14? I swear… it has happened overnight! Here we are on your birthday and I absolutely love to ask you these questions every year to see how your answers change. Happy Birthday baby girl!!
1. Why do you like being a kid? Because you have less responsibilities
2. What is your happiest memory? Spending time with my family.
Ah, the joys of Christmas are over. I know I complain a lot about January, but I really just don’t care for January. Tbug on the other hand does because her birthday is that month, although once upon a time I asked her if we could celebrate her bday in June. She looked at me like I killed her puppy. She was like 7. Then… last year, she asked me if she could celebrate her birthday with us in June. I told her NO. She asked why and I laughed and told her about this 7 year old who was offended I even mentioned such a thing. We all got a good laugh.
But that was just a side note… the real reason for the post is Christmas. And here is the calm before the fury… or something like that. Right now hubby, the girls, and I are living with my parents until we decide our next move after selling our house this late summer/early fall. We decided we were going to set our Christmas tree up in our little living room and we were going to open our presents just as a family Christmas morning (since Tbug was with us Christmas Eve through Christmas Day).
Years ago I started a tradition. I would make cookies for people who helped me throughout the year and on Christmas Eve I would go around delivering them. I missed a few years, but not many. When I got married, hubby continued that tradition with me. This year was no different. This year I made sugar cookies and spent a week decorating them so that they’d be ready to plate up and deliver on Christmas Eve. We then piled in the little red “sled” (aka hubby’s truck) and off to deliver cookies we went. And out of all the plates we delivered, we only spoke with 2 of the recipients. All the rest weren’t home so I left them in the normal places I have in the past and off to the next place we went.
Grady actually had heart surgery earlier in the week. In fact, he was released to go home Friday afternoon, just in time for the holidays. We had to pick Tbug up around 11:30 so we stayed and chatted with Deb, Grady, and Karen until we had to leave to go pick Tbug up. They told Grady at the hospital (I think it was the hospital) that the bear would become his best friend. He laughed and said, that is so true.
Once we got Tbug, we headed off to town to hubby’s cousin’s house for his side of the family’s Christmas. So earlier this week, his cousin/aunt lost their step-dad/significant other to Congestive Heart Failure. Poor Aunt Cheryl wasn’t in real good spirits if you can only imagine. After we ate lunch, she went in and started doing the dishes. That’s one thing she ALWAYS does… dishes. Ambyr sent her out of the kitchen so she came in and sat with us at the table. Hubby asked her if she’d had dessert and she said no. Then he asked if she wanted a cookie (we took a cookie plate there with us too). She picked up a sleigh and called it a butterfly. We all started giggling and turning the sleigh every which way to decide what all it could be. It was a butterfly, a sleigh, a bear, a playboy bunny, and a few others I can’t remember. Then hubby moved off to the Gingerbread man. We had Aunt Cheryl laughing so hard I thought she was going to start rolling on the floor. Probably something she really needed after the week she’d had.
Earlier this month my dad was reading the Big Nickel newspaper and saw that the Christmas train happened this last weekend. One day it was from Seligman, MO to Rogers, AR and I don’t remember the other day. I don’t remember because we were planning on the Saturday trip, we had plans for that Sunday. We were excited because it happened to be a Tbug weekend so we bought our tickets and made plans to ride the Christmas Train.
Every year I have the best of intentions and every year I fail when it comes to making a Ginger Bread House… until this year. Truthfully I think last year was the first year I really attempted to even try, usually I mention that we should but we run out of time. Last year I actually made the house pieces although they were horrible and we didn’t wind up putting it together so at the end of the season on clearance I bought a kit. Then I forgot I did that… sorta.
So jump forward to this year and while we were in Ft. Worth I found this really cool kit that had all the cutters and everything you’d need for making a ginger bread house (not the actual pieces, oh no, recipes to make your own!). We bought it and away I went making the dough… The dough was easy to make… SCORE! and for the most part it all worked out good. I had a few hiccups along the way, but isn’t that to be expected the first time out of the gate?