Another good blog spoiled by dead batteries.....

--Can you believe that..so since I know everyone is patiently awaiting my next blog-- I decided to wing it. That is right-- wanted to tell the blogger world about my wonderful husband-- but guess it will have to wait for another day-- because I have no pictures of him.

I thought, however, since I talked to my grandmother today I would take a minute to highlight some of my favorite "Mamamurk" stories. She is 95 years old and fiesty as ever, she has lived through many hard times, and could have such a bad outlook on life-- but instead she is still full of great stories and fond memories and loves to make people laugh. She reminds me often that the most important thing in life is that you have family that loves you -- and we do love her-- so here's to you Mamamurk, a little look at some of my favorite stories.....

• Mamamurk is color blind, she took the time to color with me as a kid, but I always wondered why the trees were purple


• She lived with my family for most of my childhood, she found humor in wearing panty hose over her head and knocking on the windows to scare my friends at my slumber parties-- I think she has officially done that to all of my cousins, so we got her back on her Surprise 89th birthday when we all shouted surprise with Panty Hose over our heads--


• My grandfather died when my mom was 3-- Mamamurk dated very rarely--the one date I remember her going on was short lived--she did not date him anymore because he had untrimmed nose hair -- speaking of which, she made my grandfather shave his underarms-- they say he walked around for days with his arms up in the air---guess she doesn't like hair on men


• She now tells me she doesn't need a man, that she keeps one in the closet and only lets him out to use the potty :)


• She hates this story-- but when I was young we shared a bedroom, she had this trick (after stomach surgery)-- if she laid on her left side she would have gas forever-- I always thought it was funny, and she would do it to make me laugh-- but she doesn't like it when I tell people-- so SHHHHHH


• Her oldest son is in his 70's and after the sudden loss of his wife he began dating again. We were all very happy for him, and when he decided to bring his new girlfriend home to meet everyone we were all very excited. Before they came; mamamurk called and said, now Jack I have to ask you one thing-- do you sleep in the same bed, his response was mama yes we do, I will bring a switch so you can whoop me when I get there. Mamamurk tells us, "I had to ask him because I had to prepare myself-- I knew if they were to show up and just go to the same bedroom, I would not be able to hide the look on my face"-- remember uncle Jack is in his 70's ---guess being a mama never changes


• She reminded me of this story today-- she had twins I guess about 70 years ago (can't remember how old my aunts are) either way she always tells us they looked like rats and slept in dresser drawers--


• And finally my FAVORITE Mamamurk story of all-- About 3 years ago (remember she is 95) she was at the "Beauty parlor" and she was trying to tell the lady about her 5 kids. (remember she has a set of twins) so she tells the lady (as my mom stands patiently awaiting mamamurk's story) that she had 5 children-- but no she didn't stop there-- she ended her comment with "but I only had to ride the train 4 times"...my mom was mortified-- the stylist loved it--

So there you go-- funny stories of one of my favorite people....I hope to one day have grandchildren that love to share my stories as much as I love to share hers--

To my IBS friend ***This Blog's for you****

So before today-- I had the best idea for my next blog, but then life happened, and I couldn't miss out on an awesome blog opportunity to spotlight a rare connection---

Have you ever met someone and as soon as you meet them --you know there is something cool-- and pretty instantly you relate to them. Well today that happened to me with my new friend, and I found out today, that we don't just relate-- we relate in a way that only we can understand. With that said........

• We may never be able to go on long trips together-- we may never make it
• And we may never be able to handle stressful situations with all the kids---there may be no one to watch the kids

But one thing is for sure-- we will have great stories to share that only we understand. So in honor of this great connection made today -- I have written a little song for my IBS friend--

When you're riding in the car, and the station's just to far-- think of me your IBS friend

When you're with a group of strangers, and you feel like you're in danger--think of me your IBS friend

When you're driving in the snow, and all the stores are closed--think of me your IBS friend

When you're anywhere but home, and you feel the need to roam--think of me your IBS friend

So I have said no names to protect the innocent-- but you know who you are-- and here's to you my IBS friend-- may we share with each other--many great memories of our racing minds and last minute, frantic, dashes to that safe place----

"Cuz all the cool people are doing it"

Yep-- that is it, I heard all of the cool people were blogging and I just had to try it. I once jumped off a bridge for the same reason and it didn't hurt too bad, so I thought what the heck---



Really I have never been a journaler-- (is that a word????) even as a kid--- but the same person that told me everyone our age was doing it -- even though she is older than me (he he he)---- had me read her blog and I found it to be quite interesting--so I thought let me become technologically savvy and figure this out ---just so I can say I have been there done that--maybe this journaling could be pretty cool--



So here I am--for anyone that happens to stumble into my page-- hope you enjoy, and if no one does-- hope I enjoy--if this is my last blog-- the answer will be clear "I ain't cool"............