TRIPLE CHINS

You know that it is truly time to diet when you are strolling through the grocery store and you glance over at the ice cream, look at the container, and wonder "What were they thinking naming ice cream "Double Chin"--who would buy that??"

Upon further investigation I realized that the container actualy said "Double Churn"

Anyone could make a mistake like that -- right??

SUPERMARKET SWEEPS

Today Jerome came back to work. As I left the house this morning, I thought, I should get him a welcome back cake. On my way to the store, I thought...maybe they could put a foot on the cake. I do not mean step on it....I mean like a foot in a cast. Then I thought, that isn't right--they operated on his knee. Maybe they could put the knee on the cake. YIKES! How stupid would that cake look--a gnarly, scarred knee on a cake. Then I thought, they probably would not be able to put a knee on the cake anyway.

I arrive at the grocery store, find a cake, and tell them to write Jerome on the cake.

J-E-R-O-M-E, I spell!

Huh?

J-E-R-O-M-E, again I spell.

Huh?

J-E-ROME.

OK! She smiles and off she goes.

She brings the cake out--all smiles.

I look down, and there is the cake

WELCOME BACK!!

JAROME!

Jerome....Jarome....it's all the same to me--I am just very glad he is back at work!! The dynamic just wasn't right without him.

THREE DOG NIGHT

Yes...suddenly we have a three dog night. As you look at the picture above, you probably think that Denny's training has taken alot out of him. Look closer...it is actually Sierra, Betsy's dog, having much more success getting Denny's bed away from MacKenzie. They both look exhausted from their trials.

The most fun was last night...when all of this was new to everyone. Henry had a hard time letting the dogs settle into their own rhythm bedwise.

I got in bed and as I turned off the light I said, Isn't that funny...Mackie is on Denny's bed, Denny is on Sierra's bed, and Sierra is on Mackie's bed. I smile and sink down under our very heavy comforter.

The light pops back on...and Henry says I do not think so. With that, he gets up and attempts (I do say attempt) to lift Mackie off Denny's bed and shove her into her own bed basket. Grabbing all the dog's and assorting them to their correct beds.

Bottom line...when I got up this morning they were all where they began the night.

Priceless!

ROUTE 66 FOR HENRY

Yesterday was Henry's birthday!!! He was 66.

We went to Kemo Sabe for dinner. Always one of our favorites...made us think of Clifford.

Henry and I...

Betsy and Bob...

Henry had the usual Fish Stew.

I had the "Anasazi Ravioli"

All in all it was a lovely night. We talked about exactly how many years we had been having birthdays...my first birthday with everyone was when Betsy was 8...how time flies.

BY THE WAY I AM SENDING THIS FROM MY COMPUTER WHICH IS BACK FROM THE DARK SIDE.

BLACK HOLE OF ELECTRONICS

Yes, you know of whom I speak...and his name is Henry. It has long been a family joke that Henry has some weird force around him that negates anything electronic.

We have an electronic "hand-me-down" policy...like you were back the youngest of 23 children. I find it ironic, that I will be in the Apple store getting "my" MacBook fixed. The MacBook that was Cliff's until he got a MacBook Pro. Then it became mine. The nice little Apple Genius guy wearing a t-shirt that says, Santa has elves, you have me!, asks me a question that requires a call to Cliff for an answer. I use my cell phone which I received from Cliff as a hand-me-down when he got an iPhone. Now you have the background.

As things pass down, I get Cliff's phone. Henry gets my phone. I should mention here that my cell phone looks fabulously throughout our home...until it becomes Henry's phone. Then it no longer works!! A-mazing!!

Today, Henry sits in the living room and I walk by and see that he is on my computer. I have a strange urge to race over and rip it from his hands. I come to my senses...think that I am being over-protective of an electronic object. I quell my fears and go and take a bath.

Then I hear the dreaded..."There is something wrong with your computer." It is an Apple....there is NEVER anything wrong with my computer (except for a problem battery). "What's wrong?" I ask. It doesn't go on anymore.

He was right.
It does not go on anymore.
It makes no noise.
It has no lights.
It has flatlined.

You will be able to reach me at 10:45 tomorrow morning at the Genius Bar in Fashion Valley on my iPhone.

Do you think that he has the ability to suck the life out of all electronic devices--I am in the Twilight on this one.

SMALL PACKAGES

Good things come in small packages...we hear that all the time. The relevancy of the statement sometimes escapes me...but, this week I truly understand.

Yesterday I got a teeny tiny box from our daughter, Katie. She owns a Specialty Advertising Company...HSA ENTERPRISES. Specialty Advertising is anything with the logo on it that companies prefer you take, spreading their name throughout the community. So I suppose it could be said that she promotes "sticky fingers"--How many pens do we all have with Marriott on them??

Well, I opened my teeny tiny box and had a plethora of items in it...so much fun I could hardly stand it!!

A RED mousepad with wrist guard....How perfect is that. A GREEN stapler (mini--like the box). A WHITE mini speaker set. A BLUE pillbox (and I just this minute realized that there is another pillbox missing from this picture (did not want anyone to think that Katie was stingy!!). Last, but not least, the Piece de Resistance...

A WHITE Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center

PILL CUTTER

I know you are laughing....but this is something that I have been coveting for quite some time.

It was the second best gift I got all week.

The best gift also came in a small box....to be exact 5 5/8 x 3 1/2 x 2 1/4. Those are the precise dimensions of an iPhone box.

To all of those gift givers.....hugs and kisses... from

ME!

OH, ROB

We were at a meeting at work today, and someone answered the phone and said, "Oh, Rob (ert)." Which began a conversation around the table and she ended up doing her impression of Laura Petrie saying the classic line: "Oh, Rob!"

I then went to eat with one of the "kids", who asked me what in the world that was all about. I said, "That was what Laura Petrie always said on the Dick Van Dyke show." She then asked who Dick Van Dyke was...and pronounced that a TV show like that would never make it on the TV today. I did not have the heart to tell her that very little is different, and very little is better.

The Dick Van Dyke Show ran from 1961 through 1966 and was a classic. It was the story of a writer (DVD as Rob Petrie) for a comedy show. He lived with his wife (MTM as Laura Petrie) and their son. They lived next to their neighbors a Dentist and his wife, and worked with Morey Amsterdam and Rose Marie as the other two writers on the show.

I then spend most of the night searching youtube for the words "Oh, Rob" and I have to say I am defeated...but I am adding a video so that everyone can either get a taste for...or take a walk down memory lane...enjoy!




Tomorrow I will try to find her saying "Mr. Grant."