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Monday, February 27, 2017


Question Of The Week 2-27-17

What did you want to be when you were little?
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I loved the library so much that I wanted to be a librarian. I still wish I could have made that happen - there was no library science major at any of the colleges in Georgia. Even when I went back to school later, my alma mater of Georgia State University did not have that.

I always thought I wanted to be a missionary in China until my sister said recently that she always wanted to be a missionary. Now I wonder if I wanted to be one or if I stole my sister's dream. Could be Vice versa. LOL

Bigger. I was always the smallest one in my class and I wanted to be bigger than someone

I wanted to be Mrs. Roy Rogers. Not sure what I planned to do with Dale.

Wanted to be another Frank Buck.... or maybe just a veterinarian to be on the safer side 

I wanted to grow up to be my grandmother. She was the absolutely most fascinating person I knew
I wanted to be a famous actress.

I was the one who always had second hand shoes and hand-me-down clothes right through primary school, so I always wanted to be rich when I grew up. I also wanted to be either a librarian or an architect although I didn't know that word then. I just knew I'd like to design houses.

I wanted to be a nurse -- right up to the time to apply for college when my mother quietly pointed out that I fainted at the sight of blood and perhaps I should fulfill her dream and become a teacher. (HA! lIke you don't see plenty of blood when you are a special educator!)

I feel odd saying this, but I do not even know. We moved (a lot) when I was a child, so perhaps I was just trying to keep my head on 'straight.' I do remember sitting around dreaming while listening to 45 records, though...And sitting on low-lying limbs of trees with my legs dangling...That was (my) own, private fun...:) 

I wanted to be a famous writer. I fulfilled only part of this dream. 

I loved libraries as a child and have one of those brains that loved to solve puzzles. I was always attracted to science and have a degree in biology, but HMOs came into the picture and I didn't think medicine would attract me once insurance companies became so instrumental about calling the shots in diagnosing & treating patients. That changed my world view. I never looked at medicine the same way again.

Alive was the first thought that came in my head.

I have no idea, just surviving the moment was tough enough. I never really thought about the futur

Sunday, February 26, 2017


Had a nice lunch at The Cafe.  It is a good place for me to go alone and watch Netflix movies on their WiFi without using up my Dish Broadband.

I can not show you what I ate because it was sinful.   I will tell you that they make the best hamburgers and fries in this area:-)

This is a trap one of the dogs set for me.  I have to believe it was Frankie. Glad it wasn't dark or I would have surely tripped.

Well I bought them the toy so what did I expect?

This was a quote from 1932 by Will Rogers.  I found it and posted it in 2005 on my Facebook page and decided it is a good one to post again.  About as far as I wish to get into politics.

Will Rogers had a lot to say and most often made those of us in Oklahoma proud of this native son also known as The Cherokee Kid.

Saturday, February 25, 2017


COLLECTED PHOBIAS manuscript of short stories by Granny Annie
(Written as bedtime stories for my children in the 80's.)


"We have to wait for the plumber Margaret" John whined,  "you know how I hate to crawl under the house."

"Look at you, John, a full grown man, an experienced law officer, facing danger daily, yet afraid to crawl under your own house to fix a broken pipe.  You should be ashamed."

Margaret would never understand John's fear.  Even though their argument would continue, John knew he would end up under the house, meeting his wife's demands.

John was 6'5" and weighed 280 lbs.  He had gotten his growth his first year in high school and had never needed to be afraid of anything.  No one argued with John.  No one picked on John.  No one but Margaret that is.

It was an older house.  There was more room to move around underneath than there was in newer homes. With his trusty flashlight ready, John took a deep breath and entered this terrifying void.

to be continued

EAGHL © 2017

Next Saturday Part Two of PLUMBING REPAIRS

Second Week JUNE BUGS

Fourth Week LIFE'S PLEASURE (part one)
Fifth week LIFE'S PLEASURE (part two) and SILLY GIRL

Sixth week SCHOOL GLUE 

Friday, February 24, 2017


My son does a good job of keeping me in smiles during the week.  Here are the funnies for this week.  Can you guess which one is my favorite?

Friday Funny 1
Friday Funny 2
Friday Funny 3
It was getting very late and I was watching a movie.  I believe my girls were trying to tell me something.

"Hey Mama, it's bed time!"

Wednesday, February 22, 2017


It is that time again.   GO HERE to get started. Either post your story on your own blog, in my comments or post it in the comment section at MUMBLINGS.  Delores ends here WFW for February with quite a bang.  She has done a good job this month.  March words will be from River of Drifting Through Life.

Words for today are:
gaseous, green ghostly, grammar, glob, ghoul
dastardly, dunce, dragon, destiny, Doberman, dinner 

My story:


The guest speaker stood in front of the crowd. A GHOSTLY pale overwhelmed him as a GASEOUS GREEN GLOB oozed through his mouth and reduced his GRAMMAR to utterances of a GHOUL possessing him.

Would this be his final DESTINY? A call for an exorcism might calm the DASTARDLY DEMON. He pushed the chairperson into the corner like a DUNCE.

A DOBERMAN resting in by the entrance swelled up and became a fire breathing DRAGON circling the orator in a challenge that ended this once formal dinner in total destruction.

The keynoter blinked and shook his head, returning to the occasion. He managed to quell this fearful fantasy to begin his lecture for the evening. Why couldn't he just imagine his audience in the nude like other rhetoricians instead of dreaming up these terrifying visions?

Monday, February 20, 2017


Question Of The Week February 20, 2017

What is the worst decision you have made in your lifetime?

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At the time I didn't realise it, but my worst decision has to be not staying in school.

I can't think of anything serious enough. One could say one's first marriage which ended in divorce after 28 years. but then I wouldn't have my lovely sons.

If I could have done it over I would have turned down my promotion to bank Vice President. Who knew what a shark tank I entered when leaving middle management especially when all the bank merging began.

Oh goodness...I regret not asking my parents and grandparents more questions about their lives while I had the opportunity....I regret not going on to higher education.....I regret a certain career move I made.....but there are more things in my life I don't regret thank goodness.
To follow the dreams of other people instead of my own.

Not paying attention to my life when I was in my 20s and 30s

Taking Economics as my major in college( that was in demand then when it came to a job) instead of Botany which I used to love. I did not work and just got married so Economics was not of much use either.

Getting married at 20. 

Marrying the rebound guy. 

There are many, but they are all water under the dam now

I needed to be a Bad Girl more often. (I'm making up for it now...)

I try not to think about regrets unless I can do something about them.

No doubt, like us all...I've made many....but they've been made...too late for regrets. Probably even some of the right decisions made at the time...were the wrong ones as time and life panned out....who knows?

Marrying the man I did, when I did. But life works out the way it's supposed to, I think

I wish I would have been wiser, in regard to a number of decisions that I my life. But then, what use is that? One that stands out: I 'wish I could have' recognized wolves in sheep's clothing. (Oh well.) I didn't and I couldn't. I have cried a million tears over this 'well split milk.' And I have kicked myself...until there was no more kicking...left.

Sorry, I can't go there on a public forum

Sunday, February 19, 2017



What is better to do in crowded California rush hour traffic than sing?  This is my very favorite T.J. Sing Along that makes me smile.  He plays recorded music and invites fellow travelers to enjoy and respond. T.J. and his girlfriend are fun to watch but the people who play along are more fun to watch, especially the guy in the white van with is embarrassed wife.

Next, I have this for a Sunday Selection.  Who wrote this on my calendar?  I didn't and it has to be my son, though he denies it.  He was my only visitor that I can think of who would have done it.  Not my handwriting. I had forgotten all about President's Day. ??

Saturday, February 18, 2017


COLLECTED PHOBIAS manuscript of short stories by Granny Annie
(Written as bedtime stories for my children in the 80's.  This one was my daughter's favorite.)


Clyde entered his adolescence with fear and trembling.  He gazed intently at the small red and purple protrusions that began to appear on his face, back and arms.  He looked at his older brother, his cousins, his parents and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was to follow family tradition and he would be eaten up with acne all of his adult life.

It was quite by accident that Clyde discovered the miracle results produced by rubbing school glue on newly forming pimples.  Knowing his mother would not approve, Clyde kept this wonderful secret to himself.  He happily covered himself with the school glue on a daily basis.

All of the family marveled at the difference between Clyde and his brother.  "Aren't you glad that Clyde has escaped the dreaded family acne problem?"

It was a quite summer afternoon when, seated by the local swimming pool, Clyde's face began to swell, his eyes bulge, and quite unexpectedly the top of his head burst as gobs of pus erupted and spewed over the boy. 

EAGHL © 2017


Second Week JUNE BUGS

Fourth Week LIFE'S PLEASURE (part one)
Fifth week LIFE'S PLEASURE (part two) and SILLY GIRL


Friday, February 17, 2017


Frankie's First Birthday

Frankie Doodle arrives here at 6 months of age at 27 pounds.

Frankie Doodle is One Year Old at 48 pounds yesterday, 2-15-17

Son shares picture of his lunch at one of my favorite restaurants.  Cruel or what?

Wednesday, February 15, 2017



I'll be back with my words hopefully soon.

If you try the words, feel free to post them in my comments section or in Mumblings or on your own blog and let us know you posted.

Okay, here is my Words For Wednesday story using all 12 words.  Interesting and challenging words you selected for us  Delores!

ENCLOSED by Granny Annie

YESTERDAY the heat was EXTREME. The GRAVE seemed to SIZZLE. My PLAID UMBRELLA staved off the blazing sun.

I remembered seeing ROSEMARY when she would WALTZ around a room glowing Her smooth steps never JARRING. She was SPLENDID .

Now I had been forced to look at this boxed corpse. Her once lovely face appeared to be be covered in BLENDED pale PASTE.

Committed to my memory and not the ground, this was not the woman I had loved.

Monday, February 13, 2017


Question Of The Week, 2-13-17

Where is the weirdest scar on your body and how did you get it.
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I have a small scar on my foot, where a scalpel fell off my drawing board and landed blade down into the bone on the top. 

I have a scar on my knee from falling while walking a stone wall around my elementary school. Thought I could clean it up until I saw bone:-( Stitches and everything.

On my left ankle, the one I broke and the bone went through the skin.

I'm covered with little chicken pox scars here and there, more there than here lol. I've had them so long I really don't notice them anymore. There is one right beside my nose that is quite noticeable.

My C-section scars are the most visible but I do have a tiny half moon scar on my thumb that I scraped on the license plate while washing my dad's car as a kid.

I have bumps, dents and lumps galore but the only scars are man made from surgery and I don't think that counts. Even all my 13 dog bites healed with out scars. I am feeling rather left out.

I have two scars on my temples from my halo device from when I broke my neck. The scars didn't heal well because I knocked the halo loose a few times. I broke my neck diving into shallow water in the Sea of Japan.

I'm also missing the tip of one toe from when I cut it off with a lawn mower when I was fifteen. There's a scar in my forehead where I was hit with a rock during a fight, and scars in my left hand from where a rod was inserted to keep my hand from moving after I displaced my wrist. The rest of the scars are more mundane and less visible.
I have a large scar over my right eye. The weird part? I have no idea how it got there!

I did back flips off the edge of the local pool, got really dizzy, but kept going until I hit my forehead on the edge. Almost got the temple, close call - could have bit the dust! Ten stitches n a ride in the police car. I was 10.
No more back flips tho I still do some diving board tricks

define weirdest. The one that looks the oddest? the one that is totally unexplainable?
Okay, I have a double-barreled scar on my right knee from when I walked through a plate glass door and the skin got all crinkled up and couldn't be straightened, so it healed funny and many years later a tiny sliver of glass worked its way out and I'd never felt it in there the whole time

I have a tiny scar between my eyebrows that I got as a youngster when I was doing chin ups on the swing set in our back yard. I pulled up onto a rusty screw - much bleeding and then a tetanus shot. :)

Not a good scar (it's rather big. :( ) I have a wide scar on the right side of my stomach under my ribs...I was 36 weeks pregnant with my dear daughter (Natalie)(I was HUGE at this point...) and my appendix broke (but I did not know it.) I had an emergency appendectomy at around 11:30 PM after days in the hospital being ill. The doctor said he was 'the first to hold' my daughter. (He saved our lives...he was a very young surgeon and he was rather excited about the surgery he performed on 'us.') They stapled me UP (with a lot of staples...) and I delivered my daughter about 3 weeks later (with the huge, tender scar) on the upper right side of my BIG belly. It was tough. It was realllll hard. I cried many tears. Women...are tough.

The scar stories remind me of one of my commanders, an Air Force Colonel (O-6). He'd been a forward ground controller in Vietnam. The air base suffered a mortar attack one night. He was ordered out afterward to look for snipers and un-exploded ordnance (snipers would set up to pick off the EOD teams). To cut out much of the story, he and a sniper engaged in a furious hand to hand fight. The Colonel won the fight but his skull had been split open. Twenty-four staples right across the crown was required. Those staples and their scars - his hair was short cut and you could see a knobby ridge - was how the story was introduced. Thanks for an intriguing post. Cheers

i have on my elbow ,it came with burning with boiled water and i dont want others to see it 

During the 1st stop on my current career path (so to speak) I managed to cut off the tip of my finger with a huge clamp. And when I was but a child, I managed to sandpaper a finger nail down to almost nothing in shop class.
A triangular scar just above my right elbow that I got when I was attacked by a cat. The cat flew through the air and I raised my arm to prevent it from getting at my face. He attached onto my arm and was bunny-kicking with his hind legs until I managed to pull him off with my other arm. It was like pulling on velcro and took two attempts to finally get him off. I had tons of scratches and one triangular hole in my arm to show for it.

Sunday, February 12, 2017


Did you watch the Fox Television show 24 with Kiefer Sutherland as the amazing Jack Bauer?  The final season was sad for many loyal fans.  Now they have come back with a new show called 24 Legacy where they solve the major national dilemma within a 24 hour period. Corey Hawkins portrays the new star Eric Carter.  

Our old friend Adam of THE JACK SACK is back with his entertaining reviews of the new show.  Those reviews make it worthwhile to watch each episode.  Until I saw his blog surface on my blog roll again, I didn't even know there was a new show.  It is actually very good so far and if you feared watching it because you liked the original so much, don't be afraid.  Then for your added enjoyment, read THE JACK SACK after each episode.

Perhaps some of you will remember the picture Adam created of my Rooster named Jack Bauer.  

Saturday, February 11, 2017


COLLECTED PHOBIAS manuscript of short stories by Granny Annie
(Written as bedtime stories for my children in the 80's)

LIFE'S PLEASURE (Continued from 2-4-17)

Eric stayed inside all day preparing his new trophy. He would not reset the trap until this one was mounted.  He couldn't let his work get ahead of him.

It was nearly dusk when Eric was startled from his labor by a growling sound outside.  He looked into the eyes of the mongrel's head and said, "Sounds like a friend has come looking for you.  Sorry I cant spare the time or I'd bring him in to share eternity with you on my wall."  Eric laughed.

As he worked the growling persisted.  It sounded like more than one dog.  Eric felt that old familiar lump of fear well up in his throat.  His mother had taught him to beware of dogs.  She told her son all the dreadful stories of what a mean dog could do to a little boy and Eric always knew he had to rid the world of as many of these creatures as he could.

I should have reset the trap, he thought. I'll do it now.

It was dark out.  Eric took his flashlight and a large butcher knife and crept into  his backyard.

The Mayor stood on the steps in front of Eric Newsome's home.  He didn't want to go any closer.  The grocer had said he hadn't seen Eric this week.  Possibly the time they waited for had arrived.

The Mayor was the logical person to go check and see if his uncle's time had run out.

First he shouted "Hello".  There was no answer.  He knocked on the door.  Still no answer.  He turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door.

Uncle Eric Newsome grinned a silly, sickening grin at his nephew from his unique vantage point on the wall of his home...his head neatly mounted with the other trophies.

The End

 EAGHL © 2017


She scrubbed her face in the shower.  She fumbled for the bottle of eye makeup remover.  Her hand bumped something...what?  She rushed to rinse the soap from her eyes.  Her vision was blurred at first.  She could barely discern the figure of a person standing in front of the bathroom door.

"What do you want?" her voice trembled.  She laughed next.  She realized she was speaking to her own clothes hanging on the back of the door.  How silly, she thought, never sensing the yellow eyes that peered at her from the linen closet.

EAGHL © 2017

Next Saturday my daughter's favorite story SCHOOL GLUE

Second Week JUNE BUGS

Fourth Seek LIFE'S PLEASURE (part one)

Friday, February 10, 2017


This week has been a doozy.  I made every effort to go in a straight line but kept moving in a wide circle.  Could it be the advance preparation for the Full Moon that arrives at 7 PM tonight?

The WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY left me with a blank page.  But the other participants did a great job with 12 words... glucose, mining, spread, cadaver, intelligence, mimic, collate, spend, decent, carpet, butterscotch, impending.  It is never too late if any of you want to participate and I might weave the words into the challenge next week.   Go HERE to see Lee's story in the comment section.  Go HERE to see Mumblings own contribution.  Go HERE to see River's WFW.  I am not sure where to find others but all are worth reading.

Meanwhile here are my Friday Funnies.

Gary Larason's Fireside cartoons are so great.

                Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Monday, February 06, 2017


Question Of The Week, February 6, 2017

If you opened a bakery, what would you name it and what specialty would you serve?
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Gosh, good question but I have no idea as I don't bake! I do enjoy a good custard tart though.

Maybe Butter Crust Heaven and I would serve lots of puff pastry treats.

My bakery named Fudgie Wudgie would specialize in Pioneer Woman Chocolate Nut Fudge sheet cake.

I do like the odd scone or piece of lemon drizzle cake but that wouldn't qualify me to open a bakery. I gave up making gorgeous Christmas Cakes when I needed to lose weight.
It would be nice to call a bakery "Absolutely No Calories Here" but they would have you under the Trades Description Act!

No bakery for me...maybe a chili shop "Gassy Guts"...think that'll draw them in?

Not sure. I think I would call it something (modern) like "325" and provide all kinds of baked goods....

my baking skills are mostly Greek - karidopida. baklava, kourambiedies, name for a bakery - "just some stupid Greek Immigrant baking great desserts!, buy, eat and come back!"

I'd call it The Mason Jar, and I'd serve muffins and cheese cakes with small Mason jars on specialty jams.

The only baked goods I like are pies so I'd probably call it the Pie Hole. 

Cherry-Oh....maybe? I love cherries. :)

Not sure on the name. That's a tough one. But I would bake what I bake now, healing bakes. No dairy. Not eggs. No cane, beat or corn sugars added!!!!!!

Me opening a bakery seems a bit cruel. I can barely manage my own kitchen, I don't think I should be taking orders that I then have to make and bake.
I could call it "abandon all hope ye who enter here", that's if the original author doesn't mind.

I'd have lots of good cookies and call is Good Things.

Hot cross Bun :)

I am not a good baker, but my daughter is. May be she will name it Cake Takery.
I've thought. A lot about this at work which is a bakery. I want to sell organic, plus gluten-free donuts for all the folks who can't have the junk food we sell. Maybe bean donuts too, n fried dough n fritters of various types on the natural/healthy vien.

Haven't thought up a name yet.

Sunday, February 05, 2017


Sunday Selections for the week. Here are my happenings the end of January and the beginning of February, 2017.
My goddaughter's rescued doggy Auggie.
A painting done by my sister and I saw it for the first time.  I am so glad she framed it to show. I had never seen it before.
My darling grand niece in hospital.  Who could believe this healthy looking 2 month old was sick.  She is fine now and back home.
My refrigerator calendar that I draw up every month.

Saturday, February 04, 2017


COLLECTED PHOBIAS manuscript of short stories by Granny Annie
(Written as bedtime stories for my children in the 80's)


A mongrel dog wandered down the quiet empty street in the early morning hours.  He sniffed every corner and every crack in the sidewalk for some morsel of food.  The town was almost too tidy for a stray.  The animal was about to give up on the finely swept streets and chained garbage cans when a faint aroma caught his sensitive nose.  The dog followed the rainbow of smell.

Here was a backyard totally out of step with the rest of the town.  A house badly in need of repair hosted a yard full of every kind of trash imaginable. The starving bag-of-bones carefully sniffed again to pinpoint the delicious odor.  Where was it coming from?  Silently the vagrant started across the yard.  It was a wonder everyone in town was not awakened by the sudden agonizing shrill cry of the stricken animal. The jaws of a bear trap grabbed the unsuspecting dog and severed its head.

Laughter rang out from inside the deteriorating house.  the back door flew open and a short, round, balding man bounced into the yard.  He clapped his hands and danced around the still flopping animal.  His eyes twinkled like those of a young child on Christmas morning.  

Such was the theme of life's pleasure for Eric Newsome.  The crazy old man hated dogs with an uncontrollable passion.  Nothing made him happier than trapping another.

The townsfolk hated Eric Newsome as much as he hated dogs.  They shared community pride in their efforts to keep a clean city and Mr. Newsome had refused to cooperate.  Oh, he kept his front yard fairly decent, but the backyard was an atrocity and should be declared a health hazard.  Why hadn't it been done?

Eric Newsome's nephew was the town mayor.  Eric was currently able to care for himself.  If his home were to be taken away from him, then the mayor would be responsible as his next of kin.  People liked the young Mayor so they sat back, hated Eric Newsome, and waited for him to die.

Thankfully no one from the town ever saw inside Eric's home.  They would be shocked by his trophies of mounted dog's heads.  People who were missing a beloved Fifi or Fido could probably find its remnants on the wall in Newsome's home... (to be continued 2-11-16)

EAGHL © 2017


Second Week JUNE BUGS

Friday, February 03, 2017

Thursday, February 02, 2017


Thank you Delores for February Words For Wednesday.  Here I go on the first 6 words.

OOPS by Granny Annie

The CLAN gathered round
BONES in the crematory
Piled like a SPONGE
Flesh appeared HOARY.

They could not PRETEND
A reason for DESTRUCTION.
Flames grabbed the mortician...
A system malfunction.

To see all 12 words you need to go to Delores' MUMBLINGS blog and I hope you will decide to participate.  Either post on her blog in the comments section or leave a comment that you have posted on your own blog.