Sign Her Up

This young lady is amazing! Just shows you that women are more on the "ball" than men.

Don't Mess with the Man

While he is on an ice cream hunt.

Driving home from Atlanta this last Monday, Not a Grampy decided that he wanted ice cream. Soft Serve ice cream. In Blizzard format. Yup, he wanted Dairy Queen. When Not a Grampy gets obsessive about something like this it is best to just go along.

Now, driving south on I75 on a holiday, is always a good time to decide you want something like that. Especially when everyone else and their uncle has decided the same thing.

The first exit we find that has a Dairy Queen sign Not a Grampy pulls into. I pause as we pull up to the place, I realize it looks very familiar. Now realize, we do this drive at least twice a year. so we are beginning to figure out which exits are good and which ones are not so good.

This is one of those establishments that has a Subway, Dairy Queen, and gas station and store all attached. In a long rectangle shape.

We bee bop to the DQ section.....and notice the 25 or 30 people waiting....and waiting.....and waiting....I get close enough to look behind the counter and what do I see??? One person working. Okay, it is going to be a wait...

Did I mention Not a Grampy is not a very patient person? (later post will be driving to and from Atlanta and hitting rush hour traffic...)

We calmly leave this establishment (at least he didn't ram into the gas pumps with the car) and begin our search for another Dairy Queen.

As we pass exit after exit with no Dairy Queen Not a Grampy is beginning to get worried. Well, worried may not be the correct term, he starts fussing again about why a Dairy Queen would only have one person working on a holiday, a Dairy Queen that is located on an Interstate...I know it is best to just let him get it out of his system.

While he is carrying on and we are passing exits with no Dairy Queens, I get on the GPS unit in the car, put in the requested location and determine that in about 8 miles we will have a Dairy Queen at an exit just outside of Gainesville.

Not a Grampy was so happy. I saved the day! Well, except for the fact that he had to get gas at this exit and it was $4.15 a gallon. The other one it was $3.85. That'll teach him!

Blogger Updates

Well, I am so up to date on things.

It seems Blogger has been making upgrades. Who knew??? Obviously, not me. I guess I really should read the Dashboard when I am logging in.

It seem I can Schedule Posts finally. Imagine that. Only in the "draft" format but what the hey.

I can also have a feeder on my sidebar. Now, everyone can see when some of my friends update their blog. It does make the sidebar much longer. Not sure if I like that or not.

We will see.

Okay, let's see if this thing posts for Sunday like I want it to.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Yesterday we celebrated the one year anniversary of GK #2's adoption. Just Not a Grampy, my daughter, SIL, and the guest of honor., GK #2.

We had a wonderful dinner, dessert, fun times playing with the child.

He is a very active 23 month old child. Lots of running and playing, testing the limits.

He is talking a lot also. He has a favorite word...

Shit..

No, we are not misunderstanding him. He says if very clearly and often.

It is so hard not to laugh when he says it. He looks you right in the face and says "Shit". Then he laughs.

Now, I know he has no clue what he is saying. We try really hard not to react. But it is so hard not to laugh.

So we are trying to ignore it.

I am waiting for the phone call from daughter, crying and laughing because he said his favorite word in the grocery store at some elderly woman admiring him, or at the doctors office when the nurse is weighing him.