Grandmas and such...

I am back from a loooonnnngggg break from technology. I haven't blogged, face-booked or emailed, except for the bare minimum, for 4 weeks.

My yahoo email has over 2000 emails in it waiting to be read. I'm tired already.

I did a little on face book the other day so I'm not too terribly behind on responding to people.

That leaves the blog. Which I love. I just knew I needed to take a little stay-cation when Zane would whimper at the sight of me firing up the old gal (computer). If perchance I got lucky enough to log on, he would cry and pull at my arm (my "mouse" arm--very irritating) until I gave up.

But I'm back.

Lots and lots has happened since before Christmas. Was Christmas a scant month ago? It seems like it's been eons.

Anyways, here is something irritating, and sad to me, that happened:

One day I went to Fry's at 8 in the morning. I didn't shower or anything. I pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt, grabbed the baby and off I went. As I was checking out, the cashier asked me if Violet was my daughter or my grand-daughter.

(blank stare)

I know I didn't look great and all.......but sheesh!!!

When I told Curtis about it he said "Well, mathmatically speaking, you could be her grandma."

When did he become such such a genius?

Alas, it is sad but true. If I had a baby while I was a teenager and that child had a child while a teenager I suppose I could be a grandma.

But I'm not ready to be a grandma!

Here is happy thing that happened that sort of, but not completely, erases the sad thing that happened:

Curtis and I went to our new favorite restaurant Big Buddha in Surprise the other night. We had the baby with us but left the other hooligans at home to feast on Banquet pot pies. While there the waiter asked us if Violet was our first (that is not the first time we've been asked that in restaurants). We laughed and said "No, she's our fifth."

The waiter was astounded, astounded I say, at that. He looked at Curtis and then me and then Curtis and said he would never have guessed that. He asked the ages of the others. When we told him the oldest was fourteen he couldn't believe it. He said "I can't believe it."

If it would have been socially acceptable to kiss him I would have. Instead we left him a little extra tip.

Hey, wait a minute....

Waiter....

Gratuitous compliments....

Forthcoming tip....

Has happened in restaurants before....(light-bulb slowly firing up)

I think I'm making a connection here.

I think I'll just let myself believe that he was really incredulous and not acting.

Though if his restaurant flops he just might have a future in Hollywood.

(Picture at the top: My great-Grandma Allen. That may have been what I looked like that fateful morning)