Last night I was tending three of my beautiful grandchildren. One of them had the squirts and a sore bottom. I asked him is he wanted a bath. No. We talked him into it. Then his siblings wanted to get in. (I think they wanted to play with the tub toys with him) He asked as sincere as can be..."Did you peeded?"
So just in case you want to play with the tub toys, you might want to "peeded".

Today I don't think covering my flowers with sheets will help. We have TONS of snow. It's the day when all the drivers forget to drive slower, so everyone slips and slides. I'm staying home.

Day of Mourning

Last night I really did it. I buried my childhood best friend. She knew all my dreams. She kept all my secrets. She lived all my fantasies. She was the most beautiful creature on the planet. When I was 12 years old my big brother really hurt her. He broke her arms. Years later she went to the hospital, but they could not be fixed. She had a severe skull fracture, and no arms, her hair was not sticking to her head anymore, and her eyelashes were broken off. Yet I was still hanging on to her. What do you do when somone knows all your secrets? I even put all her clothes in the washer last night.

She is on her way.....Is it true, do all dolls go to heaven?

stie got a hair cut......then she got another hair cut. her precious daughter tells her her hair is ugly. I got a hair cut. whoops let me rephrase that I got a hair chopped, and my precious charge told me I look like Willy Wonka! Take heart Stie......your hair is beautiful. I love your new look.....and it is not Willy Wonka. Question........how can a person look like Willy Wonka when their hair is extremely SHORT?

i'm really not on a witch hunt

Interesting twist to the tax situation. Learned last night that the city manager was aware of over 1 million dollars worth of income for the city that he had not told the mayor. They mayor voted against the tax increase. does the city manager need a new job?

So who says you can't fight City Hall.

We did it last night. Anyone who really knows me is gagging right now. I have avoided going to these meetings forever. Last night was my first one. The City of West Jordan wants to raise our property taxes 31%. Their real plan if to double our taxes. They already charge us a city tax on ALL our utilities. They want to up that tax. AND they want to add a new "telecommunications" tax, and tax our cell phones, and all the telecommunications in the city...i.e. the churches would also be taxed. Get the picture? The amazing thing to me is that the city has enough money to function now, they just want more more in their funds for the future. Who doesn't?

If you have an account for general funds at your bank.........let's see what would you suddenly not be able to live without? More chocolate, getting your toes straightened, having lunch at Ruths Chris?

Most people who talked said they can't afford to put gas in their cars, or food on their tables with the inflation we are living with. My sweet hubby gave a great speech. At the end he said do you just want people to eat cake? (the audience got it, but the council didn't) It was interesting to listen. One woman said she was in favor of the tax hike because she didn't want to police to go without, so she was willing to skip one diet coke a week to give him a raise. Woman get a clue, your diet coke is not going to do it for him, and the police budget is not in jeopardy...

I stayed for the budget meeting. It was enlightening. They project a possible short fall of 500,000.00 next year, yet they wanted an additional 3 million. I need to change my budget too, let's see.

The final tally........4-3. In favor of NOT raising taxes at this time... RELIEF.....

P.S. The school district is splitting, and guess who is going to have higher taxes to pay for it.......Dodged one bullet just in time to take another........

What I did remember to take to my son's birthday party. Grandma's china, the sour cream potato dish and little spoon, Twilight - so daughter in law could start reading the series again, the babies stuff they left here Sunday night, and the salad I was taking to dinner. It was raining cats and dogs, so maybe the rain washed the brain cells responsible for taking the gift. The funny part was I could not figue out why he didn't open his present when he came home from work, then it dawned on me. Oops!

Today I have a beautiful helper who, thanks to her, the house is clean for Papa Bear. She does not hire out, and she does not work for peanuts, just treats. Yeah TREATS! She won the contests! We are headed for the errands now.......t t f n

Living Alone this week

Living alone sucks!
Papa Bear is off to a business conference this week. Since all the kids have their own lives, some live far away, some have sick kids, and some are just busy, it has been a very quiet week. Some of the things I learned from this week are:

I can't sleep without the occasional background snoring
Who is the real slob in our family,
Who uses the most dirty clothes will be determined after his suitcase is unloaded. (Maybe the loser of that contest should do the laundry-ha).
Who I do like to cook for,
How dirty the kitchen cupboards really were (notice past tense here)
Finding old dishes that possibly are of real value....we will see...
It's fun to take your granddaughter to kindergarten when her brothers have the flu
It's tempting to spend a fortune at a quilt show
It's embarassing to go to your son's birthday party and forget his gift. (So I went to the party twice, nothing wrong with that)
You can eat tapioca pudding for two days.
Can't wait for the arrival of a certain jet tomorrow night, one thing I have no answer to is...
How do people who lose their spouse survive the quiet?