Man Beats Friend for Refusing to Eat Ramen Noodles

A man in Pennsylvania beat his friend for refusing to eat the Ramen noodles he had cooked for him, punching him 10-15 times in the right eye. Court records show the victim had bruises, swelling, and a 1" cut under his eye.

Okay, let me get this straight ... the victim was punched 10-15 times in his right eye. If the victim had been trying to get away, he would have been punched numerous places ... so that means the victim sat there, motionless, while his friend continued to hit him ... in his right eye.

I'm going out on a limb here and guess drugs or alcohol ... or likely both ... had something to do with this altercation!

Miniature Dollhouse Electric Chair? Why?

While window shopping online the other night, I came across an electric chair for miniature dollhouses. Why would anyone want an electric chair for the miniature dollhouse? And, at almost $40, it's not exactly cheap!! A miniature electric chair is too gory for me. I prefer sweet, innocent scenes of cookies and pies and picnic lunch messes spread around a tiny replica kitchen.

Happy System Administrator Day!

The last Friday in July is known as International System Administrator Day (SAD) or System Administrator Appreciation Day (SAAD), a day to celebrate the geeks and nerds that make the world go 'round. It is said that on this day, Sys Admins and other IT professionals are to be showered with gifts and kind gestures. SADly, aside from Sys Admins and IT professionals, very few know about this holiday, so my nerdy co-workers and I are left to celebrate alone. How SAD!

Hurricane W

There's a hurricane on the back of my grandson's little bean!

This Sounds Like a Nail-Biter!

American Ninja Warrior

Back in the day ... and I won't tell you when that day was ... I was a force to be reckoned with. Standing at an impressive 4'11", people looked at me as tiny ... because I was (and still am) tiny, but they incorrectly assumed tiny meant weak, and I was anything but weak. Pound for pound, I was freaky strong!

More than once a guy had bet me that I couldn't do 25 push-ups. The "real" kind of push-up, not the "girl" kind. I'd look at them like they had bet that I couldn't chew gum and walk at the same time. Then, I would tell them I could do 50 push-ups! We'd define the wager, and then I would do 50 perfect push-ups without breaking a sweat. Most of the time the wagers were so outlandish there was no way of collecting on them, but that wasn't the point. The point was that I proved them wrong.

When someone told me I was too "little" to do something, I took that as an opportunity to show them that there was more to me than meets the eye. When someone told me my hands were too small to do a particular card trick, I picked up the deck and practiced a few times, then executed it flawlessly to show him not to make any more assumptions about me. I'm not saying I was a strong as a man, I'm not ... I'm saying when it came to feats of strength or endurance, I could hold my own.

As I watch American Ninja Warrior, I am well aware that I would humiliate myself it I attempted anything like that now, but back in my heyday, I think I would have shocked everyone. Seeing me trying to do that obstacle course right now would not be awe-inspiring ... it would be comical. And not in a good way, but rather a sad, pathetic kind of way!

I love watching Kacy Catanzaro. Not only is she a woman, she's only 5' tall and weighs just 100 pounds, yet she conquers obstacles that have felled many a man. It's inspiring to watch her, and I love it that she proves being small doesn't mean you're weak.

It's too bad they didn't have American Ninja Warrior when I was in my 20's. My glory days are now behind me, but back then, I think I might even have been able to give the other competitors a run for their money. Alas, it's too late now. All I can do is talk about how awesome I might have been on the ANW course, but I'll never be able prove it. I really do wish I could see how far I would have gone. But, I was extremely shy in my youth ... I would have dreamed of doing it, but who knows if I would have had the nerve to do it with the world watching. Probably not ... but I really do think I would have done pretty good!

Being a Big Brother is Hard Work

 

But being the grandma or aunt to the big brother, means you get to spend lots of time with him! For the first time, my little grandson got to spend the night ... two nights in a row! He's such a sweet baby. If I had handed God instructions for the perfect grandbaby, this is the baby I would have ordered. His little sister is just as cute, and I'm hoping she'll be just as sweet and easy-going. But, being the grandma, I probably think she's amazing even if she's a little stinker.

I'm a little rusty getting up with a little one and getting us both ready, but I managed, and day two was a lot easier. I love this sweet, happy little boy soooooo much, and I'm already head-over-heels in love his pretty little sister. I feel so lucky!

Grandma Heaven

I've been blogging late these past few nights because I've been at the hospital all day and had my grandson overnight while his Mommy is recovering from delivering his new baby sister.

The doctors thought she'd only be around 4 lbs and would most likely have to go to NICU for a few days ... but she was almost 7 lbs ... 6 lbs 15 oz, to be exact ... and didn't have to go to NICU! She weighed exactly one pound more than her brother at birth. She's as pretty as her brother is handsome. I love these babies! I think I'll call them Fifi and Fido!

At 9-1/2 months old, Fido isn't quite sure what to make of his new baby sister, but he does know he doesn't like it when his Grandma or his Nana or his Mommy hold her! He's too young to understand, and he's used to his servants jumping at his commands. His orders still get obeyed, but sometimes not as quickly as he'd like or by who he wants executing them. Note: He always wants the one holding his sister to say "how high" when he says "jump".

They look nearly identical. Below is a picture of my grandson when he was just a few hours old, and my granddaughter at about twelve hours old. The likeness is uncanny!

Meeting his sister for the first time ...

And before she was born, when all his servants catered only to him ...

Silver Falls Dichondra

Thing 1 introduced me to a trailing annual I had never heard of ... Silver Falls Dichondra. One of her neighbors had some pots of it hanging on her front porch, which Thing 1 mistook for Spanish Moss until she got closer. When Thing 1 asked the homeowner what the plant was and where she got it, the homeowner feigned ignorance on both questions. Some people won't their recipes ... some won't disclose their plant knowledge! Not to be deterred, Thing 1 took to the internet to find the answers for herself. Armed with the name of the plant, she then contacted all of the nurseries in town to see if anyone had it. One did, so she hurried over and bought some.

Thing 1 knows I love Spanish Moss, and since it looks a great deal like Spanish Moss from a distance, she knew I would love it. We went to the nursery to pick some up for me, but there was only one left. I bought it and planted it, thinking one little plant would take a really long time to grow as big as in the pictures I drooled over on the internet. To my surprise, that one scrawny plant grows quickly! By the end of the summer, I am confident it will be every bit as beautiful as the pictures that drew me to this amazing plant.

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Look At My Arms!

I love my arms. They're so long ... and stripey!