Showing posts with label Mommaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mommaw. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Beetle Meets a Bear

When we were in Dwarf last weekend, Mommaw told me a story about her run-in with a bear.

It was December, and as she always does, Mommaw had decked the halls for Christmas! This included lights on the outside of the house. This year she had purchased herself one of those neat laser light projectors, and had received several compliments on the display.


After realizing she hadn't even checked out the lights herself, Beetle, who was home alone at the time, headed out the door at 10 pm to do just that.

[Sometimes, after supper, scraps are dumped out into the ditch. Foxes have been known to come get a snack from time to time.]

Well, Mommaw was checking out her lights, and as she was walking inside, she saw a creature in the ditch eating. She thought it was a big dog, so she hollered at it. The dog looked up. But, it wasn't a dog, it was a bear!

Just about that time, Bob came driving up the driveway, and the bear took off up the hill.

"Well, after that, I went inside and looked up on my iPad what you're supposed to do when you come face to face with a bear. You're supposed to be really still and not make any sudden movements. And you gotta make yourself look as big as you can."--Mommaw 

[Mommaw is about 4' 11''.]

"Is that what you did?" --Curt

"What do you think? I about tore my toenails off trying to get back in the house!"--Mommaw

[Scraps are no longer being dumped in the ditch.]

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Going Under the Knife

Well, folks, this weekend in Dwarf, Kate's best buddy Tiger went under the knife. Luckily, his surgeon was the greatest seamstress to ever live, Mommaw Alice.

As you can tell from the photo below, poor ole Tiger was a little thin in the neck area. His neck could not support the weight of his head.


Mommaw Alice to the rescue! Just a little slit in the back and add some fluff.


Kate helped stuff him!


Now he's even more squeezable!

Sunday, December 2, 2012

This Weekend

This has been a pretty good weekend.

I saw a squirrel.

An original Army Jeep. With Mason Jar lids as headlights.

Joe Bear blew bubbles while eating green beans, thereby covering Mom in green beans.

Rupp's rafters.

Julian's & Jonas's Christmas ornaments from Beetle.



Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Happy Halloween, Great Grandsons

Julian & Jonas got a few Halloween cards in the mail--from Aunt Boomer, Aunt Von, Grandma Connie & Grandpa Luke, & Great Grandma Alice (aka Beetle). All of them were special, but I have to say Beetle's was extra special. Check out her little note: "Love you to the moon and back again!"



Monday, October 29, 2012

2 days til Halloween

In 2 days, little spooks will be parading around WW looking for some candy. I can't wait to kick back and check out all of the costumes. However, I am not looking forward to the awful weather we're supposed to have (rainy and 40s). Ugh, maybe I should hand out warm apple cider instead of kit-kats and twizlers. That reminds me of my ole Uncle Alvin. He used to hand out Pepsi Colas at trick-or-treat. Said that when he was a kid, he'd always eat his candy while he went door to door, and he'd get thirsty and want a pop. I guess he reckons other little fellers do the same thing. I always hoarded my candy until I got home. Then I'd dump it all out and separate it into piles. Bubble gum, candy bars, crappy candy, and Mommaw's candy (Mommaw--the only person alive that actually liked that peanut butter taffy...you know, that sick candy that came in the orange and black wrappers). Oh, and I'd also have to pick out the Bit-O-Honey and peanut butter logs for Dad. I never liked any of that old people candy anyhow.

"What did I do to make you not love me?"
My babies are so cute. Yesterday, I took the most awesome guilt-trip inducing picture of Julian ever. I plan to use it against Boomer as often as possible. I will send this glorious photo along with captions such as, "When are you going to come visit me, Aunt Boomer?" and "Why don't you love me anymore, Aunt Boomer?" So much fun I shall have with my little picture.

Could someone please tell me what on earth is wrong with these yahoos reporting on Hurricane Sandy? Why would you want to hang out in front of the ocean when there is a hurricane hitting the coast? I hope they get paid well.