Mother's Permanent Wave

We normally take mother to the hair salon for her perms, but she and we decided to save money and do this ourselves. Mother was convinced that Dianne and I could accomplish this task. Mother was a beautician way back when body waves were not something you gave, it always had to be a really kinky curl or none at all. I was so glad when I was old enough to go to a salon to get my body waves, as mother usually burned my hair leaving it up too long and rolling it on too small of rods. Back to yesterday's happenings. This was Dianne's first time at wrapping a perm. Not a good experience because the perm rods and end paper have been in the attic for about 7+- years and the rubber was dry rotted on the rods. As Dianne would get one curl rooled, another would break and fallout. It was really quite comical. We began the process about 2:30 pm and finished about 5:30 pm. We will probably all pitch in and make sure she gets her next perm at the hair salon. We really do have alot of fun when we're all together like that.
I guess that's what girls do best, visit, laugh and talk.

Aunt Paula

Is That A Motorcycle

As I was stopped and resting, sitting on my "motorcycle wheelchair", this little boy who looked to be about 5 years old ask me if the electric wheelchair I was sitting on was a motorcycle. I replied to him no that it was similar and he said oh, it is one of those "scooter motorcycle wheelchairs." Then he proceeds to ask me if I knew where his Aunt Betty was, that she had his Mom's purse with her money and cell phone. Because his mommy wanted to buy something. Kids will say the darndest things. That is what makes me love them so much.

I've got to go to bed now. Be back tomorrow.

Aunt Paula

Be Careful of What You Blog

Everytime I type in my nephew's blog, it is bring up a blog about a guy who is 18, gay and his parent's don't like it. This is not my nephew's blog and the url that is coming up is not even close to his. Just wanted to tell all you bloggers out there that nothing is safe on the internet. When I started this blogging a week ago, I was so excited that I had found something to participate in on a daily basis to pass the day along.

By the way, Celebration Village was great.

Aunt Paula

Boggin' Down In The Daily Bloggin'

It has been a very eventful day at Aunt Paula's Place/Nanas. Some neighbors ask permission to have their "YARD" sale in my front yard which is approximately 25 percent concrete. Gone are the days of what the word "Yard" means. I guess I am somewhat selfish when it comes to having my days to myself, "Uninterrupted". Of course, they have been uninterrupted for almost three years. A long time, huh?

I did do something today other than recline. I rescued Baby Gracie's Luvy, gave it a bath and a drying to fluff it up. "Somebunnies", I won't mention any names, for fear of discrimination, oops I meant incrimination, left Baby Gracie's Luvy out in the weather. In case you didn't get it, her Luvy is this pink bunny blanket that mother nature was not very kind too, so I rescued it. I figure Gracie's mommy and daddy would like to have her Luvy back home again.

Another quick blogging moment before going night-night. Just wanted everyone to know that I am going to spend the day tomorrow with 3, possibly 4 of my favorite girls. My mother, two sisters, Baby Gracie and possibly Laila Grace are going to Celebration Village. A little downtime getting in the Christmas Spirit at a fundraiser for Sanctuary Hospice House.

Toot-a-loo.............................................................................Aunt Paula

Southern Dialect

Southern dialect is often funny. When my daughter was in the first grade, there was a pop test on spelling words. She came home from school that day, just devastated over missing one spelling word. She knew it was right, but her teacher had marked it wrong. Okay, I know the suspense and curiosity is getting to you. The word was "potatoes " and of course, she spelled it like we pronounce it "taters". In her little mind this was correct. I told you this story, so I could explain why my grandson is calling me Nanas, so he can distingiush between me and a banana, which he calls "nana". My ratings are soaring right to the top when I compare to a banana.

I thought this was something worth blogging about, huh?

Aunt Paula/Nanas

I Spoke Too Soon

I had the pleasure of my great neice and gret nephew's company after school today. Princess Laila Grace and Prince Charming Chase. What do you say when a 5 year old says "I want to go outside and pee." Well, I said okay, thinking he would go to the backyard like a little man and winkle. Much to my surprise, I looked out the window and he was standing in the front yard wit his pants down around his ankles and watering my front yard with no inhibitions about it at all. I guess I'll know next time. I would have given anything to have had a camera to save the moment.

My calm day turned into a quite exciting one. I hope it is okay to share something like this. If not, someone please let me know.

Bye-Bye now....................................................Aunt Paula

Not Too Much Action Today

It's another beautiful day. The sunshine is very bright today. I've been watching my squirrel knaw on some of the pecans I cracked and threw in the yard for them. It is quite amazing to see how fast they can eat a whole pecan. For such small creatures, they can eat really fast. It is quiet around my house today. No children. Shhhhhhhhhhhh don't say that very loud or I might have a house chock full.

After reading Emily's menu for the week, I'm about to go stuff myself. As my "GRAND"son says, "see you later."

Aunt Paula