27!!

 Our Oldest Grandson Noah is 27 years old today!  

Happy Birthday Noah!!  

In 2002 when he was three years old.

He was a climber when he was little...he would climb any ladder especially if his Dad and Grandpa were on a roof...and his Grandma and Mom could hardly believe their eyes how fast those little legs could climb! 

He was also a driver and attempted to drive an old pickup down the side of the freeway when his Dad got out to re tie a load in the back of the truck...good thing his Dad was a fast runner. 

He was a quick learner and a watcher...we had to hide the keys to the lawn mower and to the three wheeler because he knew the sequence to how they started. 

Hot Dogs and Mandarin Oranges kept him well fed...oh yes chocolate milk too. 

He is our fourth grandchild and our first grandson.  Those were the days in 1999 with four grands under the age of three:)

Love you lots Noah!

Grandma

Glitter

 Far Guy put the glittered bowling ball in place in its holder.   It still needs a bit of touch up.

 This whole area needs a bit of work!  Maybe one day soon:)

Big accomplishment for the day...the swelling in my nose is going down and I can breath through BOTH nostrils!  Yeah me!

What's cooking? Far Guy made brats (no bun) green beans and a baked potato. 

Minnesota Weather: Cool  High 61F or 16C  Low was 42F or 6C.  We need it to rain for at least a week.

Far Side

Yuck

 I feel just yucky after my fall... my body hurts in so many places...I slept most of the morning and afternoon.  

Far Guy made supper...cheeseburgers (No bun)  french fries in the air fryer and green beans. 

Nothing else was accomplished.  

One more day of rest and I will be back to not quite new. 

Far Side

Back

 We are back from Dr appointments.  Two appointments turned into three more appointments for me. 

I had an MRI and they may have found the root cause to my back pain and leg numbness...they are not sure so I will see another Dr before another procedure is performed.  In the meantime the MRI showed something else that calls for yet another MRI.

The little pills that I had to take prior to the MRI worked really well...so well that I tripped over my own feet, fell and hit my head and nose...not sure what will turn black or blue yet. The poor nurse had to fill out a report.  

I slept most of the way home and am headed to bed soon:)

A picture of our Border Collie Chance in a little plane that was in our yard in 2005.

What's Cooking  Far Guy made me a ham sandwich and he had lasagna from the freezer. 

Minnesota weather: High 54F  or 12C  Low was 38F or 3C Not much rain fell here.

Far Side

Hark! Back! Issue #1

Hark! Back! Is a look back at blogs that appeared in a now defunct blogging site before I started with blogger in September of 2008.  They are in no particular order.  

March 24, 2008

The Cockatiel "Pearl"

One day I was at a garage sale, there was a bird for sale, so I purchased her cage and all.  She was a female cockatiel, we named her "Pearl".  Well as it turned out she hated me, even though I kept telling her "Pearl I rescued you, you should adore me, and worship the ground I walk on." 

She had a love affair with Far Guy...it was sickening.  When he would get home from work she would coo and make little throaty noises until he talked to her.  After supper he would take her out of her cage and she would sit on his shoulder and groom his moustache, sideburns and ear hairs.  If he had a toothpick in his mouth she would take it from his mouth ever so gently and then turn around and give it back to him.  If I came anywhere near this exchange she would squawk at me and act like I was going to kill her or something.  I can't lie...sometimes I thought I should wring her neck.

During the daytime when I was home alone I liked to catch forty winks on the sofa in the afternoon.  Pearl would wait for me to go to sleep and then she would go ballistic, flapping her wings and squawking. This in turn would wake up the four Shelties that were napping near me and they would bark and bark. The cats would yawn and stretch..it was a zoo. 

The cats loved to perch above the cage and stalk poor Pearl. We had one really fat cat "Shadow" who needed a little help getting above the cage, so I would give him a boost...great entertainment during the day.

Pearl never did like me, even if I was the only one that cleaned her cage and brought her food and fresh water everyday. Occasionally I would give her wet lettuce leaves to bathe on...none of this mattered to her. Sometimes she would peck my arm so hard it would bleed.

This evil bird was always transformed quite magically every evening at 6:15 when her best friend in the whole world came home from work.  I guess she must have been a one man bird:)

Pearl with Caramel looking on!

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Update

Every time I see a  box of Chicken in a Biskit crackers at the grocery store I think of Pearl as that was her favorite treat. 

Pearl lived with us for about ten years. When Far Guy retired we put everything in storage and bought a camper we found a home for her with a nice old lady who she loved...and she lived a good long life. 

Far Side