"Don't Let the Plug-in Get Wet!"

My turn!  I grabbed the heavy gauge orange electrical cord, looped it a couple of times and FLU-U-U-NG with all my might!  I had to get the 3 pronged end across the watery ravine onto the opposite bank.  There's a electrical box on a pole over there that I had to plug into to get juice to my Trail-Lite camper.

We were in a county fairgrounds at Portland Indiana, at the Tri-State Gas Engine and Antique Tractor Show, which takes place every August, the third week.  We get to camp for $20 for the whole week as long as we have an exhibit.  Anything from tractors to hit & miss engines to flamingos to fingernail clippers are acceptable.

Jeani, my co-camper,  said not to let the plug-in get wet.

Shew!  I got it over there!

Now, for the next step.

The distance to the bridge was about 150 feet, cross the bridge over the said ravine, go another 150 feet to that electric pole.

Wow, the bank was steep.  Okay, what to do? 

A dwarf tree. hugging the bank with clawing roots knowing this is its source of liquid sustenance, was useful.  I put my left foot under an exposed root for security, then gently took right-footed steps to get close to the orange plug.  Left hand holding tight to a small branch, and using a long metal rod with an angled end in my right hand, I reached the cord.

Yes!  Hooked it!

Dragged it up and secured it.

I was so thrilled to have succeeded without falling in the creek and getting wet, that I raised both arms to the sky waving that rod!

"Yaaaa-Hoo!" I hollered.

I looked to Jeani who was unaffected, she was on her cellphone.

Back to camp, sister-in-law, who was at her own campsite with brother and niece, said, "I saw you over there.  Your arms raised up.  And I saw Jeani on her phone.  Looked like she was saying, "Can you hear me now?"

We all laughed.

PAMELA'S NEW CAR

Jeanne's Equinox, Pamela's Honda, Calvin's Mach 1

Taken by Jeanne Ralston

The joke was that Jeanne inadvertently purchased a Mach 1 wannabe after she'd taken a speedy ride with Calvin down the county road and being caught out by her son.  Of course, I wanted color, I've been so tired of silver, gray, and black vehicles - a Mach 1 wannabe, too?  ROFL

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"Rusty, I bought a new Honda Civic.  It's a pretty blue like Calvin's Mach 1."

He, my oldest son, was sitting at the kitchen table to my right and slightly distracted by something else at which he was studying.  

"It has low mileage."  

Rusty absentmindedly came back, "1200?"

"No, lower."

"400?"

"No, 3."

"300.  That's really good, Mom."

"No.  THREE." 

Finally.  He looked up!  Wide-eyed!  

LOL

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My sister-in-law fell out of a dumping golf cart.  She and her daughter received some injuries, especially wrist strains.  Feeling really blessed by Dear Hubby and the Good Lord, I've decided to use my new car for good things like giving rides, and visiting sick and/or injured people.

So, this day I drove over to check on sister-in-law.

She was pretty sore, aches and pains here and there, with ace bandage around her wrist.  As I was leaving, I like to leave with a joke or a smile, I told her and my brother about my new intentions.

"I've got a new car, you know, so I drove over here in my old truck!"

LOL

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My new car can drive itself.  It has backup camera, it has cruise control, it has options of Normal, Econ, and Sport mode, and it has lane assist.  It also senses light and will turn on and off, and/or dim the headlights.  It can tell you low tire pressure, time for oil change, and when someone pulls out in front of you.  That's when it flashes "BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE" simultaneously drastically slowing down the engine in split seconds!

There really isn't any need for my hands on the wheel!

I'm just waiting for that sucking sound.

Yep, that unpleasant sucking sound.

You know, the sound of my coffee being drained via the car cup holder while the dash flashes a warning, "CAFFEINE, CAFFEINE, CAFFEINE."

Quick, before it smells the sugar and sends out another warning,

"Dunk the donut!"

LOL

AT CHURCH: LILLY CROSS? JAYDEN LAID TO REST! JACOB FOODS

JAYDEN, 3rd grade

NOISY CRAYONS

He was being noisy, was Jayden, in the pew next to me.  He was digging through the little plastic container of crayons, carelessly, trying to find a black one.  

"Please be quiet during the sermon," I cautioned him as his sister joined us.  He had a reasonable reply.

"We can't.  We have too much energy."

SING ALONG

Sitting beside me in the church pew, I encouraged Jayden to sing along.  Running my finger across the hymnal page of music notes and words, I showed him how to follow along so he could confidently sing.  

Turning away, to check on the other grandkid, I opened my own hymnal.  When I looked back at Jayden, he was picture perfect.  He'd decided to lay in the seat!  His feet were nearest me, crossed at the ankles.  His hands were loosely clasped on his chest.  The book I'd given him?

It was still open ... laid across his eyes.  The little imp was acting like he was sleeping!

LILLY, 2nd grade

The Cross?

Miss Lilly side-stepped my feet to sidle into my pew.  She carried a backpack, and what I thought was an arrow made of Legos.  No, I was informed it was a Minecraft object.  I asked her what it was.

"Is it an arrow?"  No.

"Is it a cross?"  Which seemed reasonable since we were in church.

"No," she asserted, "it's an AXE!"

JACOB, 4 y.o.

More Bacon

After church that Sunday afternoon, I'd fried up a pound of bacon.

Miss Lilly and Master Jacob were hungry.

Keeping some tucked away to my right by the stove, I put a bountiful amount on a plate and set it in the middle of the kitchen table where she was drawing sharks, and he was trying to color.  I hadn't yet made sandwiches nor told them they could dive in.  But, GrammyPam doesn't really care one way or another.

When I looked back around from my spitting frying skillet of bacon, Jacob's head was facing the ceiling with mouth wide open into which he was dropping a piece of bacon.

"You're a sneaky little bacon eater!"

His little boy voice laughed,  "Yah, that's me!"

Tootsie Pop

Jacob was content to sit beside me in the back pew licking a tootsie pop.  He was so enjoying it he was rocking with each suck.  He told me about it.

"I'm drinking off the juice."  Slur-r-r-rp!

Jeani, Onion, Eyes

We ate at a little place in Greenfield called The Mug.  I thought they were saying The Mud so

when I saw the street sign with a smiling pig it then made sense, especially since they featured pulled pork and tenderloin sandwiches.  Bar seating inside, and several  picnic tables outside.  

But, no, it was called The Mug, they had good root beer.  I couldn't eat all my onion rings so offered them around.  Jeani surprised me and made us all laugh, she pulled out the onion and just ate the breading!  

                 

                                                

******

"Jeani, look at his eyes!"  I called to my friend as we watched a paradise show on t.v.   The young actor was down on his knees, with an open red velvet box extended towards his beloved, asking for her hand in marriage.

"His eyes are so blue!" I exclaimed, "They're gorgeous."

Jeani quickly agreed, "Oh, wow, beautiful contacts!"

Lilly Stunned, Jacob's Quest

LILLY 7 y.o.

Lilly was all bent over, picking up her toy, when she gave me a sideways glance with a very stunned look on her face. 

"I didn't mean to do that!"

 My very embarrassed grand-girl tooted.

JACOB 4 y.o.

Jacob came to me asking, "Where's that guy has all the animals?"

Not knowing who he's talking about, and since I was babysitting and none of his parents were here to elucidate, I said, "I don't know, can you tell me what he looks like?"

Jacob was experessing himself with his hands making patterns in the air with a sort of balling, wringing hands-like motions, "He has a hole in the back."

We, Jeani who was visiting and I, were thinking of the holey t-shirts the guys wear working, when he continues, "Big black tires.  He belongs to the zoo."

I asked him, "Was he in the house, outside, or at your house, where was he?

He insists he was here.

Racking my brain, looking to Jeani for ideas, I shrugged my shoulders, "I really don't know, Jacob, I'm sorry."

He goes off to play when a few minutes later he winningly says, "I found him!"

REALLY?

And he brings to us a boxcar type toy truck with zebra striped cab, whose back door is missing, and all along the sides were animal holes for sorting shapes!!!!!!

And here we were thinking of an intruding male zoo keeper!