I can't believe

it's been two weeks since I posted anything here. What a slacker!!!

With working and Elisha being out of school for two weeks, my time has been a little more squeezed. The past week, I've spent most of my spare time watching the Olympics. I love watching Michael Phelps because he has so much fun doing what he does!

My Dad

My dad is still in the hospital. I talked to him last night and he sounded better, but still not good. Please continue to pray for him and for the doctors that they can figure out what is wrong with him.

School starts in just 4 weeks!!

This will be my final semester. I will have my BA in English in December and I am so excited to see the end in sight. Well, I'm mostly excited. I love to learn and I love taking classes so I will be sorry to finish that part, but I will be glad to complete my course. My degree will be complete but learning is never finished.

Retro wife

You Would Make a Great 1930's Wife

You've got a few retro ways, and you would make the ideal 1930's wife. At least, that's how it looks on paper. You may just be an easygoing, pleasant person. With a personality like yours, you'd be a great wife in any era!

Would You Have Been a Good Wife in the 1930s?

Nana's Days

Is probably the most odd blog I have. I mean, really? Does anyone care about my random thought? And yet, I feel compelled to share them. It must be an illness spread through the web. Yeah, that's it …… I'm sick … I can't help it … I'm a victim. (Why shouldn't I join the crowd? Personal responsibility is a forgotten virtue.)

The main reason I share odds and ends here is because someday, maybe my children or my grandchildren will want to connect with the person who was their mother/grandmother. In the past, we read letters left behind but since correspondence is a lost art, I blog.

This really touched me today

Holy Experience

I don't think so!!

I was getting ready to walk out the door and head for the grocery store the other night. I asked my Hero and my daughter if they wanted anything and they put in their orders. I then asked my grandson what he wanted.

In his cute 4-year-old way, he places his index finger on his cheek and says, "Think, think, think. Ok, I know… just bring me some sugar."

At least he's honest.

(I bought him some corndogs. Probably not much healthier, but it did assuage my guilt.)