Martha Stewart I am NOT

I just want to be creative. You know be able to write things that inspire, but it's hard to read Texan slang. Or even sew pretty things, not possible; I am that person that almost failed home economics. My apron was NOT pretty. How about taking pretty pictures, surely I could do that right. Not even with the most advanced digital cameras. I tried to take a picture of my grand daughters little feet, you know like the professionals do. The ones that make you go, ohhhhh how cute and chubby. All mine looked like was feet... and it was ewwwww not ohhhhh. Then the idea came to me, scrap booking. I have lots of friends that can help, if they can do it I am sure I can too. But no..... I have bought about $300 worth of little pretty things to stick here and glue there and cut with these and punch holes with that. So I spread it all out on the bed and began. One picture at a time I thought, just take one at a time. I took out some pretty paper to put the picture on and adjusted the picture just so. I thought, "okay that looks good" but I needed to trim the picture just a little. So I took some of the "special scrap booking scissors" and cut the picture.... damn to much. Back to the printer to print another picture. Okay, lets try this again. I cut it okay this time, and I was going to be adventurous and do a "rub transfer" (fancy term huh) of her name on the picture. Damn again, the "Z "rubbed off with the "Y" and I couldn't figure out how to make that "Z" into an "A". Back to the damn printer again. Well this time the rubbing worked, now time to glue the damn picture to the page. I think this is the only thing that worked out okay, I managed to do that correctly. It only took 2 hours and the first page is complete. I think I need a drink and a zanax. Martha can have this damn "relaxing" shit, I will take driving in Houston traffic before I do another page.

Where do they come up with this stuff?

Just a quick laugh.
My 2 year grandson is obviously learning the difference between boys and girls. The story goes, I was at his house playing with him and his little sister Mya (who is 3 months) my daughter and her husband were both there and we were all in the living room. Well except Mason, he was in his room playing. We were all just sitting around talking and playing with Mya and in runs Mason. He comes right up to me and says, "Ninnie, do you have a crotch or a ding ding?" My mouth agape a little I just look at my daughter, it seems she and her husband didn't hear Mason so Mason asks again, "ninnie do you have a crotch or a ding ding", with little hesitation he continues, "My daddy has a big ding ding." I am not sure what I did or what my son in law did at this point, but I can tell you it is hard to look at him now. Then quickly Mason says, "I have a ding ding, not a big one yet, Mommy has a crotch, Mya has a crotch. What do you have Ninnie, a ding ding or a crotch?" At that point I just said "crotch". He seemed happy with the answer and ran back into his room to play.
Anyone with children know you never know what will come out of their mouths at any given time.

Is this normal

Today was spring cleaning day, yes I am crazy, I try and do it 2 times a year at least. I do not know if it is normal but let me pass this by you. My grand kids have their own play room, their own bedroom and a dresser full of clothes. See, my daughter only has to bring the kids everything else is here, she doesn't even have to bring the formula for the baby. Is this normal, or am I crazy. Everyone I know thinks it is crazy that I have so much of my home devoted to my grand kids, so I begin thinking I have lost it, them I think these are my grand kids and I will do what I want to do. What do you think, should grandparents have such devotion to the grand kids?