Friday Stupid

Couldn't call this a Friday Funny, it is way beyond that. Who writes this stuff anyway? I have given this quite a bit of thought, and I believe it is the result of the public school systems "dumbing down of America."

Would this article title have made sense if it said 17 employees killed in shooting spree at the morgue? Well, yes. The way it is written it sounds like the already dead were the ones shot.

Schools do not teach basic skills any more. My granddaughter did not learn to make change properly until she went to work as a waitress while still in high school. Her employer was the one who taught her. Young people now depend on computerized cash registers to do the work for them. If the computer is down forget getting out of the store until it is fixed. A pencil and piece of paper are foreign objects to young cashiers. Ask me how I know this.....

Remembering the good ol' days when we learned the 3 R's in school: Reading, (W)riting, and

(A)rithmetic.

Grandma in the yellow house

Marvel's Outing

Marvel took a little car ride today with Patti. She had a dr. appointment, and he went along. He went in with her, but he had to go in the back door, so as to not scare the folks in the waiting room. Can't imagine why anyone would be afraid of a softy like him. The reason he went along was so he go visit the folks at the nursing home where Patti works on weekends. They are always asking when he is coming to visit again, so since she had to go over he got to go too.

He is getting so he loves to go for a ride. And does not get carsick any more. Good thing for all concerned.

We love our dogs.

Grandma in the yellow house

Huckleberry

Who would name a dog Huckleberry? My son David, that's who. He said the dog has a huckleberry shaped spot on top of his head, and when he goes out he often leaves a huckleberry offering in his neighbors yard. The owner is absentee, only comes there during hunting season half a dozen times a year, and by that time the offering will be long gone.

Huckleberry was abandoned by his former owner when he was hauled off to the pokey for probation violation, and David works for the city, found the dog and brought him home. He was half starved, and is still painfully thin, but is beginning to put on a little weight. He is friendly, and seems to be good-natured. He is mostly coon hound and looks it. I am sure he will be much more handsome after gaining a few more pounds.

Introducing the newest pet in the family,

Grandma in the yellow house

Serenity/hair

Meet our 1 year old great grand-daughter, Serenity. She lives in Louisiana and we have not yet met her in person. Her birthday was June 27. She looks just like her Cajun Daddy. Her Mama is our blond, blue-eyed grand-daughter Jessica, who is David's daughter.

Serenity was 7 months old in this picture, and at last report her hair is long enough that it ALL goes into ponytails. She was born with long hair. Unlike her Grandpa David who was bald until he was nearly 2. Sorry David, had to make the comparison.

Living to embarrass my kids,
Grandma in the yellow house

Serenity

Crazy Friday

I heard on the news that someone (or more than one someone) is digging up bones in Illinois and piling them up. This is as weird a piece of news as I have heard for some time. Maybe it is a good thing that we left that state, and for more than the weird factor. How about sky high taxes for one, and how about the crooked politicians. Two or three former governors are in jail, and more of them should be. I know, there are crooked politicians everywhere, but most aren't controlled by the Chicago Daley machine.

This is Friday, and the funnies just keep coming. Here is one of my "no cure for stupid" finds.

What were these people thinking? What did they expect to find when they tore down a mauloleum?

On the lookout for more stupid,

Grandma in the yellow house

July 4th Parade

The parade was supposed to start at 5:30, but because of threatening weather (I think) it started a little early, so I missed the first 3 or 4 entries. The buggy with the grand marshal had a special passenger, our great grand-daughter Haley, and I missed that photo op.

We have several classic cars in our little town, and take pride in having them locally owned.

We also had two Riding Clubs represented, the Quanah Riding Club from Quanah, TX, and the Riding Club from Eldorado.


Many of the young folks decorated their bikes, and were cheered on the way by spectators.
There were some decorated floats, several ATV's, and more horse and wagon and buggies.


The local EMS was there with our ambulance, followed by one of the fire trucks.

For such a small town, it was an impressive spectacle. The rain held off til we were home. There was a local bluegrass band for entertainment, and I suspect they had to perform in the community building. Fire works were not rained out, like they were in parts of the country. It was a good day.

Patriotism lives in small places.

Love my country,

Grandma in the yellow house

After the birthday Perks

Reasons to be thankful for reaching the over 70 age group (gleaned from internet funnies):

1. Kidnappers are unlikely to be interested in me.

2. In a hostage situation I will probably be released first.

3. No one expects me to run-anywhere

4. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you?"

5. People no longer view me as a hypochondriac.

6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.

7. Things I buy now won't wear out.

8. I eat supper at 4 p.m. and no one thinks it's strange.

9. I get into heated arguments about pension plans.

10. I no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.

11. I don't hold my stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.

12. I sing along with elevator music.

13. My eyes won't get much worse. (I hope)

14. My investment in health insurance is fnally paying off.

15.My joints are more accurate meteorologists than the National Weather Service.

16. My secrets are safe with my friends because they can't remember them either.

17. And my supply of brain cells is finally down to normal size.

Might as well smile about getting older. The alternative is dying, and who wants to hurry that along? Not me.

Hope my eyes never get as bad as the lady in the cartoon.

Grandma in the yellow house