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Weekly Photo Challenge: One Shot in Two Ways

 

Smoky Mountains 2013 149

Smoky Mountains 2013 150

My recent trip to the Smokey Mountains resulted in these beautiful shots of the clouds over the peaks. The best part was driving through the misty clouds on twisty-turny roads up and down the Tennessee and North Carolina Smokeys. Clearly, this is an example of why they are called the “Smokey Mountains”.

 

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Stupid is as Stupid Does

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It is 2:00 A.M. and I am working on my computer at the kitchen table.  My eyes are blurry and my back hurts.  I decide to go out in the back yard to see if it is still as hot as it was earlier in the evening.  I save my work and go to the back door.  The dogs come running as soon as I open the back door. I squeeze past them so they do not get out. If the dogs get out they will wake up the whole neighborhood with their barking, and that is not good.  I close the door behind me.

It is still as muggy and stagnant outside as it was earlier in the evening. I instantly begin sweating in my purple P.J.’s.  A moth flies toward my head, and I slap it away.  Enough of this, I say to myself, and turn to open the door and go back into the house. I turn the knob and it is stuck.   I turn it harder. Damn! I have locked myself out of the house.

Another bug of some sort buzzes my ear, and I swat it away.  What am I going to do now?  I do not want to knock on the door and wake the whole house.  Then I remember the spare key we placed in a well-hidden place in the garden.  In bare feet, I cautiously walk through the flowers and weeds to get to the statue of a gnome.  I slap the mosquitoes away and bend down to find the key under the gnome.  It is not there!

Not knowing what kind of creepy crawly creature I may be touching, I put the gnome back and walk out of the garden.  Maybe the key is in the garage.  For the life of me, I cannot understand who took the key from the gnome.  Shouldn’t he be protecting my keys or something?  Isn’t that what garden gnomes are supposed to do?

I go to the side door of the garage. We do not usually lock it, so I am happy when the knob turns. I push the door.  It will not open more than an inch.  Oh, there is a refrigerator blocking my entrance. This said item is the refrigerator my daughter dropped off earlier to keep in the garage for drinks.  The refrigerator is hanging over the door just enough so I cannot budge the door open.  Double Damn! Why didn’t they check to see if the door opened after they placed the refrigerator in the garage?

I carefully make my way from the garage to the front of the house. I am cautious and avoid cutting my foot on something I cannot see.  I am hoping that the front door is magically opened.  No.  Ahhh….I retrace my steps to the back door again, trying the knob again in vain.  The two dogs have their noses crushed against the window looking at me.  I know they would open the door for me if they could.

Having no other choice, I leave the back yard once more. I head for my bedroom window where I dread waking up my husband; however, at this point, I have no other choice.  Like a thief in the night, I sneak up to the window and tap gently.  I know if anyone on the block looks out their window and sees me, they will think I am a burglar.  I am just about to tap on the window again, when lights blind me, and a voice booms in my ear.

“Please move away from the house and put your hands up.”

My heart falls to my feet.  I quickly turn around ready to explain, and I see that standing there is my husband.  The flashlight is in his hand and it is shaking due to the deep belly laugh he cannot control.  I am furious now and slapping bugs away from my ankles.  I probably will have malaria from all the darn bug bites.

“Jerk!” I mumble to my husband who is crying in hysteria.  I walk around to the back door that he has left open.  The dogs are happy I am unharmed, and I give them both a loving pat on the head for their good intentions.

Trying to control his humor, my husband follows me into the house.  It seems he heard me rummaging around the back yard and got up to see what was going on.  Seeing that I was locked out, he grabbed the flashlight and snuck behind me. He then waited for just the right moment to ambush me.

With a chuckle still vibrating in his chest, my hubby kisses my cheek and goes back to bed.  The bugs really bit me up and the bites require a little Benadryl cream to avoid the itching that will inevitably come by the time I wake up.  Other than the bug bites, I am doing okay.  I did learn a few lessons about locking yourself out of the house.  The first lesson is never trust your husband. Second, dogs only want to love you and let you in.  Finally, do not depend on garden gnomes to hold your spare keys.

In the end, I understand that I need to pay attention when I wish to wander outside in the middle of the night.  I am going to put a spare key somewhere accessible to me. I never want to be locked out of the house, again.

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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Fortune Cookies…For a Better Future

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The best part of ordering Chinese food is the meal-ending crack of the fortune cookie.  It is exciting to see what little bit of wisdom is held in a crisp cashew shaped cookie, and they are tasty as well. However, lately, I have been disappointed in the quality of the fortunes found in the fortune cookies.

When I open that cookie, I want to hear something positive, something full of ancient wisdom, or something that I might hear from a palm reader. Since fortune cookies were introduced and created in the United States, the fortunes inside used to be based on proverbs, Bible verses, and English versions of  Confucius Teachings. Somewhere I think these wise little notes have gotten lost.  I do not think people want condescending words or nonsense in their cookies.  Maybe the fortune cookie companies need to get back to basics and hire more competent fortune writers. After all, people like me who order Chinese Food depend on this knowledge!

Here is an example of the ridiculous “fortunes” I have received lately…

“You have a quiet and unobtrusive nature.”  Huh? That is not a fortune. This is not even me!

“Help, I am a prisoner in a Chinese Bakery!”  Really? I am sending the Calvary to free you, now!  

“Eating causes obesity.”  Thanks. I’ll just stop eating now, Dr. Oz.

“You love Chinese Food.”  Duh!

Here is what I really want to read…

“The golden egg of opportunity falls into your lap this month.” Whoo-hoo!

“If your desires are not extravagant, they will be granted.” Is desiring a clothes-shopping trip on Rodeo Drive too extravagant?

“An admirer is hiding his or her intentions toward you.” Provided that my admirer is not a stalker, this could be good.

“You need a new environment. Go on vacation.” You are right! I would like to lie on a white sandy beach and drink rum all day in my bikini from Rodeo Drive. As long as it is not too extravagant…

If you are feeling discouraged and disheartened by your fortune cookie, please feel free to comment.  All comments will be forwarded to the worker who is trapped in the fortune cookie bakery for a speedy review. 

Fortune: You will read of a light haired woman who will make you laugh.  

 
 
 
 
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GIGGLES OF HOPE

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When I was a little girl, my parents gave me a Giggles Doll for my birthday.  I had yearned for this doll for a long time, and I was so delighted when I received her as a gift.  The doll was just as any doll except she would giggle when you moved her arm up and down.  Every time she giggled, I giggled.  I loved my doll!

My little sister wanted to play with Giggles, too.  I would let her play with my doll on occasion; however, my sister did not just want to play with her in our room.  She wanted to take my favorite doll in the bathtub.  The instructions that came with Giggles explicitly said not to put the doll in water.  Therefore, I warned my sister to play with the doll anywhere but in the bathtub.

One evening I went with my father to the store and left Giggles at home.  When I returned, I went in search of Giggles, finding her in the bathtub with my little sister.  The horror of seeing my favorite doll in the water was overwhelming! Giggles’ beautiful hair was matted to her head, her clothes were on the bathroom floor, and when I swiped her out of my little sister’s hands, she was waterlogged with soapy bath water.

My mom came running to see what was wrong when she heard my scream.  Quickly performing doll CPR, my mom placed Giggles in the sink and shook her roughly to remove the excess water.  By then, I was crying and Giggles had bubbles pouring out of her head.  I was traumatized by the scene. The first thing I did the following morning was go into the bathroom and check on Giggles.  I found that she was dry and did not have any residue of bubbles in her hair.  I dressed her in her colorful dress and put her shoes on her plastic feet. The hair on Giggles’ head was still matted and gently I tried to brush it to its former luster.  Finally, I sat on the bottom bunk of the bed I shared with my little sister, and pulled Giggle’s arm up and down to see if she would work. NOTHING!  I tried repeatedly to no avail. I was heart-broken.

For days, I kept hoping that Giggles would giggle once more. I would pull her arm, but she did not work.  My little sister was just as upset as I was.  She felt terrible that she had broken my favorite doll.  We both worked hard trying to rehabilitate Giggles, but we finally gave up and set her on the shelf.

Many months later, I walked past Giggles and the twinkle in her eye made me take her down from the shelf.  I smoothed the hair on her head that never did have the store-bought luster return, and for the heck of it, I pulled her arm up and down.  I do not think I have ever had a happier day, for when I pulled her arm she giggled.  It was a loud, robust giggle that made me, too, giggle. I ran out of the room yelling.  I found my sister and hugged her. We giggled together, pulling Giggles’ arm up and down until we were crying with laughter.

It is funny, but I learned a valuable lesson from my Giggles doll.  I learned that I should never give up hope.  Miracles can happen even when it seems impossible. If I can just be patient, wait a little while, and pull the arm up and down, the world will be all right.

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TRAVEL

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In my heart I ache

To find the unknown

To travel the world

To be far from home.

I ache for distant ports

And of pirates and bandits

Of old Calvary forts

And cattle to be branded.

Of artists in Paris

And the Blarney Stone

I want to be careless

And forever roam.

From the streets of L.A.

To a college in Berkley

A tour of Miami

Then fly on to Turkey.

To Sidney in spring

Then on to St. Paul

They say it is best

To see in the fall.

I’d like to do tricks

With a psychic magician

Get poison ivy

Without even itching’

With sword in hand, I could

Slay me a dragon

The follow the Oregon Trail

In an old covered wagon.

I’d have dinner with Lincoln

And smoke on a pipe

Then ask him to tell me

The story of his life.

Then back to the HMS Bounty

To sail the high seas

And write the true story

And make history.

I’d climb the Great Wall of China

And dine in Nepal

I’d make contact with Martians

And sing at Carnegie Hall.

Then I’d take a vacation

They say Tahiti’s the best

And I’d plan out the future

To see all the rest.

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10 Things I Did Not Have When I was 10

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It was 1972, the year I turned 10 years old.  My parents purchased our house for 25,000, a gallon of gas was 55¢, the Watergate Scandal was in the headlines, and The Godfather was a box-office hit.  I was a lucky 10-year-old who had a pool in my back yard, my own bedroom, and a new blue bike.  However, many of the things kids have today were not available when I was young.  Here is a list of the 10 things I did not have when I was ten.

    1. A Computer.  I did not even know what a computer was or what it could do.  When I needed to research a report for school, I had to walk to the library and look it up in the card catalog. Kids today do not know just how lucky they are to have information readily available whenever they want it.

    2.  Cellphone.  We had a phone with a 25-foot cord.  The phone hung on the kitchen wall and when someone called, you ran from where ever you were in the house to answer the phone.  If the car broke down on the side of the road, We either walked to the nearest gas station to get help, or we hoped some nice person would stop, pull-over, and give us a hand.

    3. Remote control.  Our TV did not have a remote control to flip through the channels.  When a channel, and there were only six channels, needed to be changed, we got up and changed it by hand.  Usually, the kids changed the channel while dad sat on the couch.  My dad would call me in from outside, just to change the channel.

    4. Air Conditioning.  We did not have air conditioning.  It was available; however, it was too expensive.  We did have a pool.  In the summer, when it was hot, we slept with the fans in the window with as little clothing on as possible.  We would go swimming at night, right before we went to bed, so that we would have cooled down before we went to sleep.

    5. Wii, X-box, Playstation.  No video games for me!  If I wanted to play a game, I got all the kids in the neighborhood together and we would play things like red-rover, Barbies, steal the bacon, or hide and go seek.  When I had to go home, my dad would whistle.  Every dad had his own original whistle so we kids would know whom he was calling home.

    6. Fruit Snacks, Granola Bars, and Juice Boxes.  A fruit snack for me when I was ten would have been an apple, a handful of grapes, or an orange.  Granola bars were not around; we would just eat cereal from the box.  Moreover, no juice was found in a box.  You poured yourself some Kool-Aid in a glass.  Sometimes you dropped the glass and broke it.

    7. Bottled Water.  I could have had water in a bottle.  All I would have had to do was take an old glass bottle that held soda, rinsed it out, and put water from the tap in it.  Mostly, I used a cup.  Sometimes, I drank from the hose, a water fountain, or just put my mouth on the faucet.

    8. Netflix, Cable, Satellite TV.  I watched whatever was on TV.  There was not on-demand anything.  If I wanted to watch a show for kids, I had to get up early in the morning to see it.  After, three in the afternoon, all shows were geared toward adults.  The only time I was able to see a movie, other than the 3 O’clock movie on ABC, was when my parents took us to the movie theater. Occasionally, they would take us to the Drive-in, but that is another story.

    9. Texting, Email, Face book, Social Media.  The only social media I had as a ten-year-old was school.  When I went to school, I would see my friends in class, or in the hall and talk.  If I wanted to talk to my friends on the phone, I would have to ask permission to use the phone, first.  Mostly, I walked to my friend’s house, knocked on the door, and asked if they could come out to play.

    10. Microwave Ovens.  If I wanted my food cooked, I put it in a pan and cooked it on the stove.  I did not have microwave pizza, fries, chicken nuggets, nachos, or anything.  If I needed to have lunch, I made a sandwich of whatever was leftover in the refrigerator. (Yes, we did have refrigerators!) LOL!

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