My campers arrived to find me asleep in my chair which they found as a great excuse to "pounce"...all 4! Hungry tummys demanded instant gratification however, juice & bananas made the waiting a little less painful while I cooked bacon & eggs with apple butter toast...everyones favorite.
I tried cleaning up the kitchen before the day's events got under way but little minds & bodies were eager to get outside. I did what my mama called a "swipe job" on the kitchen and proceeded out the door to "get this show on the road".
Ryan is on a baseball team so he is eagerly trying to teach Clay & Emma Grace the nuances of little league baseball. I try to stay on the sidelines during free play and let them resolve any discussions about rules or other violations. However, the first dissonance of the day revolved around EG wanting to play the position of batter. Ryan insisted she knew nothing about batting and therein began the disagreement as to who was playing what. After eavesdropping, the root of the problem became very apparent. EG was saying "batter" when she meant "catcher". When I brought this observation to Ryan's attention his reply was priceless. He said, "You mean all this mess was over Emma not knowing the difference between a batter and a catcher? We could have been playing instead of arguing all this time."
WOW! was that what I call a teachable moment! You can rest assured I put that puppy to bed. Why can't we adults take a hint from my grandchildren and realize over half of our problems begin with miscommunication?
Remember yesterday's post about Cheese Island? Ironically today, Cheese Island got a makeover and a new name "Everybody likes everything.com" Don't ask me where that came from because it sounds like they pulled that out of their butt cheek. Ryan went on to tell me their hide-out now had a web page!! Oh my word, all of you who are as old as I am! Times have certainly changed when the hide-outs of our youthful memories now have webpage addresses. If that don't beat the bugs a bitin'
We've all heard them, those "old sayings" from our parents, grandparents that make no sense and yet make all the sense in the world, all at the same time??? Well, my mother was the QUEEN of vintage sayings. Some are quite innocent while others are quite colorful to say the least. I plan to have an entire section on my blog dedicated to vintage sayings gleaned from my mother who has since passed away but lives on in the things we say, think, and do. Please comment if you've heard one or perhaps expound upon it's deeper meaning. Have fun with these winners:
"If that don't beat the bugs a bitin' " OR MY FAVORITE
When someone was being exasperatingly slow, my mama would say, "You're slower than smoke..." It wasn't until you gained some age that she would tell you the rest of that sentence which goes like this: " You're slower than smoke off dog's poop." One cold morning she took Mary Ellen outside after our dog had done his "business" and sure enough a small plume of smoke began to arise from that little pile of poo!!! Now tell me the truth, betcha never heard that one before!!!!!
(A popular song back in the day, so that when my mama told you good nite she always said Good Nite Irene. The girls and I say this to each other with a chuckle!)