Confession of a Negligent Blogger

As we speak, Grandma J is sipping champagne out of a glass slipper hanging her head in blogger shame.   She has neglected her best friends over the last week or maybe more.

 But before you hate, just know that she reads your blogs using her Evelyn Woods speed reading skills..........

but alas her commenting skills aren't quite what they should be.  

But....things have been hectic, and she can't wait to tell you all about the loose screws her dentist put in her head mouth, and the drugs that made her loopy.

Or, as Rita would say, who put their shoes under her bed duffel bag in her bedroom because that's where  he  they would be sleeping.......

And you will never believe who waited patiently for their Daddy to get up in the morning.  All of a sudden Grandma J was chopped liver.

Yeah, can you feel the love?

xoxo Grandma J

Scheduling Missteps

Grandma J went to California recently, but you knew that.  She has so much to tell you about her activities and non-activities while she was there.

The last time Grandma J went to California she got sick and avoided contact with old friends and co-workers.

This time, because she was scheduled as primary caretaker of her three grandchildren, she waited to contact anyone until she knew when she would have free time.

There were swimming, dance, and drum lessons.  Plus driving the kids to school and picking them up every day.   In between there were basketball practices and games, Cub Scouts and Indian Princess stuff.

Once Grandma J had everything mapped out she realized she had a window of opportunity just two days away!   She called her friend who used to be her boss....but she lost that title when she retired.  

This is NOT a picture of Grandma J's friend.   It's a picture of her friend's cat, Sally.   Grandma J would show you a picture of her friend but she can't because her friend has a very famous brother who might get jealous if his sister's picture is plastered all over the internet.  Like Grandma J's blog is "all over the internet".

Anyway, Grandma J's friend had a dental appointment with a new dentist that afternoon and she was scared to death  wanted to get there on time.  Her friend wanted Grandma J to extend her time in CA so they could get together and go to the casinos catch up on old times, like talk about their pets.  

Unfortunately that wasn't possible because Grandma J flew out using frequent flyer miles and you can't change those flights.  The next time Grandma J drives to CA she will make sure she spends time with her friend.

Now, Grandma J hasn't heard how the new dentist visit went, so as usual she used her imagination rather than ask her friend. 

But really, does this sign just not seem right?

And, does this guy seem just a tad bit too happy?  Could it be he doesn't take his job seriously?  

Grandma J wonders because when she goes to the dentist here  in Texas it's all stressful business, no fun.

On a scale of 1-10 how much fun is your dentist?