Monday, June 27, 2011

As we live the life of ease...

It was pouring down rain when we left the party last night. Kim, Senia Mae, and I had to scramble, trying to keep as dry as possible while getting into the car. We were all loaded up, strapped in, belts on, cargo in place, I turn and look at Kim asking, "You've got the keys, right?" For the record, this is an almost daily conversation we have that continuously follows the same endless pattern of forgetfulness.

"No. You had the keys. Remember they were in your pocket?" Kim replied slightly annoyed that we were having this conversation again.

"Yeah. You grabbed them out of my pocket as we were crossing the street. I loaded Senia Mae in the back and you packed up the bags." I said with complete certainty.

So there we sat, belted up in the car for a couple of minutes, going back and forth over who should have the keys as it continuously rained outside. Obviously someone must have had them we were IN the car. Sitting there dumbfounded, the car suddenly locked itself then unlocked, locked then unlocked, beeped, beeped, locked, and just as it was about to autostart, we both realized exactly who had the keys....Senia Mae! She must have grabbed them as I was strapping her in...oops!

Laughing at our craziness, we headed north out of the city. There was a time when we listened to the original White Album from the replaced by Disney Kids Sing the Beatles....which, when you sit down and think about it, is also a little crazy realizing how life suddenly turns around.

Senia Mae has a fit over "Yellow Submarine" and as we listened to it for the seventeenth time in a row I thought, the lyrics are actually create a pretty good mantra. "As we live...the life of ease...every one of us...has all we need...skies of blue...and sea of a yellow....submarine..." And on life goes!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Are you there Gram? It's me, Kara!

There are some days I really wonder if my mother's craziness may actually be true. She is almost absolutely certain that Senia Mae is in fact a reincarnation of my grandmother which, on most days, I think is utter insanity. I usually follow the school of thought that agrees "What harm can it do?" letting her believe what she will and simply moving on with my life. What occurred the other day may indeed be blowing my whole theory out of the water.

Months ago my mother was cleaning out some of Gram's belongings, in an attempt to get ready for the "big move" to Georgia. What actually occurs during this process is that she makes piles of Gram's stuff for myself and my sister, so that she doesn't have deal with it all herself. This particular time my pile contained a retro, burnt avocado colored ironing board cover splattered with large bright flowers indicative of that era. It was still sealed in it's original packaging with the intact price tag of $1.69. When I came across the package I questioned my mother about it, her reply was simply "Well your house is fifties style...I thought it would go nicely!" What this really meant was.."Now you have the guilt if you decide to throw it away", which, of course, I didn't have the heart to, so it got tossed aside in my closet.

Senia Mae seems to be very obsessed with the closet itself and anything inside of it's heavenly doors. Now that she is walking she has almost full access to anything she wants as long as I am not looking. The other day she poked her head out of the closet gripping something tightly in her chubby, little hand. As she waddled over she held her hand up showing me the old ironing board cover and her expression was unmistakable, almost as if she was saying to me "Now why would you want to hide this in the closet...I've been holding onto this for years!" I sat there absolutely stunned, as if Gram herself was speaking to me, and thought...could Mom actually be right? :)

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Are my thumbs large or are these letters just really small?

I can hardly stop laughing long enough to write this.

My friend Amy is just learning how to text. We had been chatting on the phone earlier this morning about a particularly stubborn situation and ended it with "We'll continue later".

Completely forgetting about our earlier conversation, I sent her a very darling picture mail of Senia Mae sitting on the porch. Her response was "Just called hoecake and said come now." I read this statement with a puzzled expression, desperately trying to figure out who hoecake may be and why it was such an emergency.

Come to find out Amy is just learning to text and her thumbs hit the letters NEXT to the ones she had originally intended...thus the name Jorgene resulting in HOECAKE. I was on the floor laughing, hardly able to take a breath.

I mean really....I'm married with children....wouldn't we all want to be a Hoecake once again....if only for a day or two??? :)