Do me a solid maybe

I learned a new meaning for the word solid last weekend. My son looked inside my car (oh, no), grabbed a plastic bag, and informed me that he was going to "do me a solid". I thought he said salad, and none of it made any sense to me. After all, it was morning, and who has a salad in

the morning?

Wait a minute! The younger generation is coming up with their own sayings that their

grandchildren will find humorous. Doing a solid means doing a favor. My son was on his way to

clean out my car. Watch me turning red. Suddenly I see my mother's face saying, "A milk is a solid, Betty." In my world, that's all it was.

When I say things to my grandsons like, "Did you get out of the wrong side of the bed?", it

makes me think about how common that saying used to be. They look at me in confusion.

On purpose, I started getting out on the wrong side of the bed just to see if it made a difference. No, still grumpy.

More later.

Maybe.

Seize the savings

When my children were young, I shopped till I dropped at the beginning of the school year. Standing in line over and over again to get the limited deals was my expertise. Notebook paper, pencils, tablets, and spirals were stacked not so neatly in my office. Yay! We were good to go.

As a teacher and parent, I needed as many specials as I good get. I even stored poster board and supplies for those crazy moments when I learned about projects late at night that were due the next day.

One crazy year I found my son loading up left over stacks of notebook paper (imagine the number of times I stood in line) to take to school. I was baffled because it was the last week in May. When confronted, he confessed that he had been borrowing paper all year and needed to pay back a few people. I guess I had been too busy to notice.

Get out there and get those deals! You'll be glad you did.

Snooty shoppers

When I shopped at Kroger this week, a lady and I stopped to talk about healthy cookies as we both looked for our favorites. She recommened some new style Fig Newtons that have somehow been flattened. I grew up on the old fashioned Newton in a time where choices were limited.

When I shopped at Central Market with my daughter, she made a comment about the other shoppers being snooty. Of course, I had to run the test. I'm not sure what is happening to me, but I enjoy this kind of thing. Sure enough, I couldn't get one person to even smile except for the friendly people that worked there.

Another observation was the number of older (than me) people working there, especially in a cleaning up after others capacity. I had to wonder if they were working because they want to or because they have to.

I wonder if human behavior can be the basis for a science project. It might be more interesting than dropping liquids on paper towels.

How does shopping in a foo foo store wearing foo foo clothes quality a person to be foo foo?

Just a thought

Letting things go

I think I must be mostly turtle. Hanging on comes naturally for me.

My grandson asked a cousin who owns a snake what it eats. When she answered rats, he asked why she fed a pet to a pet. She reponded that rats stink and snakes don't. I think my grandson is still thinking about this one.

Back to the turtle. I am finding that I am having trouble letting go of things. Why is it that we can't be at the moment what we wish we had been years later?

Just a thought

A little too much advertising

My seven year old grandson recently asked me in all seriousness, "B, do you prefer State Farm or Geicko?" His sincerity made me think for a while before I responded because I knew I would have to justify my decision.

I am being pounded daily by so much information. Some of it I seek, but a lot comes hurling at me unsolicited. I think my brain has taken in about all that it can. Things have started rattling around in there!

Today I took my husband out for lunch. This is not an easy task since he needs a walker and falls easily. While we were there, a little girl misbehaved badly and refused to do anything her mom and grandmom asked her to do. She was rewarded with a piece of candy as she was leaving. Win! Win! We were all happy. Then as we are finishing our meal, our server ran the vacuum. I'm surprised we weren't asked to lift our feet. Funny thing is I didn't even notice until my husband asked me who was vacuuming since the guy was behind him. That's what I mean by brain overload. In the past I would have been offended by the clean up. Now I just go with the flow.

Gym memberships

I joined 24 hour fitness or for me it might be 24 hour unfittness since I never go. Today I put on my workout clothes and am planning to take advantage of that $27.50 that comes out of my debit card once a month.

Perhaps there should be a party bus that is included in the membership. It shows up at your house and forces your fanny into the bus to go for a workout. There could be hand weights on the bus as a warmup activity.

Just a thought.

Why cheat on silly games?

I love to play word games on my iphone. It is relaxing and challenging at the same time. Our brains need exercise. What I don't understand is the cheaters. What is the purpose of the game if you win by cheating?

Personally, I really don't care if I win or not. However, I don't like to lose every single time! I think that two versions of aps need to be created. One is for those who don't want to cheat and the other is for cheaters.

Just a thought.