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Happy Halloween and All That Jazzz

October 31, 2011 By Fab Grandma 12 Comments

I was sitting here a while ago when it dawned on me that this, the 31st day of October, 2011, is the 20th anniversary of me living with my guy, my Fabgrandpa. Yes, he moved in with me on Halloween night in 1991. We were struggling with trying to get a full sized dresser up the front steps of my house when a little kid came running up and yelled “Trick or Treat!” I about lost it laughing, when the Fab Hot Boyfriend (ok, we weren’t married yet back then) said “Do you want a pair of socks?” It has been a laugh a minute ever since.

You have to agree, he WAS hot back then. Look at all that dark hair. That mustache. Those dreamy green eyes. Who wouldn’t have fallen in love with a guy like that. My treat for the last 20 years!

Yeah, he WAS hot back then.

So was I. This is me back then:

And this was me, Dark hair, Still cute.

Weren’t we just made for each other? Look at that happy couple:

Me and Fabgrandpa

And us today, still happy, and still cute:

I am looking forward to 20 more. Happy Halloween, y’all. Hope yours is as fun as mine.

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I Love To Sew

June 18, 2011 By Fab Grandma 8 Comments

Yes, I do! Sewing is fun, and creative, and artistic. Sewing lets me take that pile of fabric over there:

fabric for Emily's quilt (eventually)

or this fabric here:

fabric for a laptop bag

and turn it into something beautiful and gorgeous and cute, like this laptop bag:

My laptop bag

or this tote bag for my daughter in law made out of my son’s old Air Force uniform:

Sarah's bag made out of Seth's Air Force uniform

There are all kinds of things I can make and use my creativity, like quilts, which to me is the ultimate in sewing and art and creative juices flowing:

Becca's Lone Star Quilt

Owen's Baby Quilt

Spencer's "Sleeping Bears" baby quilt

But, what sewing is NOT for me? Hemming pajama pants that are too long. Or fixing the crotch of your pants after they have ripped. That? is like me asking you to unclog the toilet. Like asking you to take out the trash. It is work. It is a chore. It is, well, just not fun. But, because I love you, I do it, and it takes me half a freakin hour to fix that crotch because those pants have some of the weirdest seams I have ever seen.

Mending pants is not sewing

Mending pants is not sewing. Just so you know.

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31 Day Challenge: A Birthday Celebration

March 10, 2011 By Fab Grandma 2 Comments

The birthday celebration I am writing about has not taken place yet. FabGrandpa’s birthday is Sunday–he will be 62. He is so excited about this particular birthday because he will be old enough to start drawing Social Security! I had planned on us going to Georgia and renting a conference room at the motel. I was going to send out invitations to all our friends and family for a “drop in” party for him, say from 2-5 or so, and just enjoy the day. But we have to do something else and that isn’t going to happen now.

We go out to eat twice a week to the little restaurant in the gas station a couple of miles away. I took a cake mix and some frosting to them, and they are going to make the cake, and surprise him with it on Sunday when we got for lunch. He has no idea this is going to happen, and I am so excited that he will get a party after all! I’ll post pics on Sunday night.

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31 Day Challenge Day 2

March 2, 2011 By Fab Grandma 6 Comments

Today’s Prompt: The person (or people) that make your world go around.

There is no question who that person is. I write about him all the time: FabGrandpa is my heart, my love, my world. Don’t you think he’s cute:

My heart

At Stone Mountain Park in Georgia

At work at the Grand Canyon

With me at Point Sublime, North Rim Grand Canyon

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What Does A Lawn Mower Have To Do With It?

September 4, 2010 By Fab Grandma 14 Comments

19 years ago today, on Labor Day Weekend in 1991, I went to the hardware store to buy a bolt for my lawn mower. There was a bolt missing from one side of the handle, so that it kept falling down and making it difficult to push the mower. I had been dealing with the faulty handle all summer, and that day I came to the end of my frustration quotient. I went inside, got a pair of pliers, and took the bolt off the other side. I jumped in the car and drove to the hardware store to buy another bolt.

When I walked in, there was this cute guy standing there talking to the store manager, who just happened to be my brother-in-law. So, the cute guy helped me find a bolt to match the one I had in my hand. He was very charming, and kept up a conversation with me while we looked for the right bolt. After I made my purchase, I went home, repaired the mower, and finished cutting the grass.

But, I couldn’t get that guy out of my head. I went in the house and called the hardware store. I asked my brother-in-law “what is that guy’s name that waited on me today?” and he told me. I asked, “Is he married?” and my brother-in-law said no. So, I said, “Well, give him my phone number and tell him if he is interested in going out to dinner to give me a call.” And he did.

I cried when we sold that lawn mower.

Me and FabGrandpa in 1992

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Cataract Surgery Was A Success!

March 14, 2010 By Fab Grandma 6 Comments

The weather the day before surgery was beautiful–the flowers and trees are starting to bloom here in in southwest Alabama, so I was hoping it would be a good day for driving to Birmingham the next day. But, that was not to be. We got up at 4:00 a.m. to the sound of a ferocious thunder storm. Luckily, it was heading east ahead of us, so we didn’t actually have to drive in it, but the roads were wet and the sky overcast:

We arrived at the VA Medical Center in Birmingham at 7:00 a.m., a little early for our appointment. They took FabGrandpa in and got him into his hospital gown and prepped for the surgery. They didn’t take him up to the OR until about 9:00. It didn’t take long for the operation at all. He was out of surgery and back in the recovery area by noon. They called me and asked me to come down to where he was, and when I arrived he was sitting there eating a sandwich, smiling really big and joking with the nurses.

After he got dressed, we had to go over to the Eye Clinic for the to check his eye before we left to come home. When we were ready to leave, they gave him an OH! So sexy pair of shades to wear home:

We were back on the road home by 2:00 p.m. He has to go back in a week for his post op check-up. This morning, he was already telling me how much better he can see out of that eye. And he was really surprised at how much this whole process did NOT hurt, and how easy it has been.

By the time we got on the road home, the weather had cleared up and the day was gorgeous: