Month: August 2015

Ask Auntie Linda, August 28, 2015

Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda, I am sixty-four.  My husband is sixty-sixty.  He is in poor health.   We have two daughters.  My youngest daughter wants us to sell our house and use that money to add on to her house where we could all live together.  It sounds like a good idea to me.  I could babysit the children and we could all live a little better than we are now.  My other daughter is furious about the plan.  She says Donna is just trying to get everything.  What should we do?  Torn

Dear Torn, this could turn out badly if you invested your money in somebody elses’s house..  You could end up on the street with nothing.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  My son and his girlfriend never married, but had a child.  He is seven years old now.  We are all very involved with him.  He is very excited about his new brother.  Most of our family treats this child as a grandchild also.  A couple of family members have turned their backs, though we’ve ignored them. What more should we do.  Proud Grands.

Dear Proud,  Congratulations.  No time you ever spend with little guys is wasted.  You are doing everything right!  Continue to show that little guy off .  A grandchild is a blessing.

It is National Dog Day – Which should be everyday – Two videos to celebrate.

My Picks Of The Week #39

I love it when Momma’s View picks me! Thanks Momma!

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Another week has passed and for me it seems like it’s time to move into another season as well. Can’t wait for spring to finally arrive down here. I hope you enjoy my little list of blog posts I’ve enjoyed reading this week. Happy weekend and keep smiling :-).

Oh, and if you are looking for some additional inspiration in your life: It’s not too late to sign up for ‘Momma’s 21 Days Of Inspiration”. Just email me to amommasview@gmail.com (Subject: Momma’s 21 Days Of Inspiration) and you’ll get an daily email from me for 21 days.

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Another email arrived today…

Great story from Chris the story reading reading ape’s blog

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This story happened a while ago in Dublin , and even though it sounds like an Alfred
Hitchcock tale, it’s supposedly true.

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John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on
a very dark night and in the midst of a big storm. The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped.

John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn’t on. The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.

Then, just before the car hit the curve…

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Banana Pudding Bowl Blasphemy

imageSee this innocuous-looking dish.  It doesn’t look like it could break up a marriage, but you just wait. Bud chose this dish when he and his sisters divided his mother’s belongings shortly after her death.  He brought it home, showed it to me, and told it was what she’d always made banana pudding in.  Not realizing the significance of that statement, I callously baked a chicken in it less than a week later..  He came in, was delighted to see “The Banana Pudding Bowl” sitting on the stove.  He attempted to lift the lid to admire the pudding and burned his fingers.  I never heard such howling and deprecations before or since. I came to understand that bowl was only for banana pudding

Ask Auntie Linda, August 27, 2015

Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda, My husband and I have been happily married for six years and have two-year-old twin girls.   We are very close to our families.  In fact, our parents babysit, so they have never even been in daycare.  My husband has recently been offered the position of Chief Nursing Officer major hospital two hours away.  This would be a opportunity. I am a nurse also, but with his pay increase wouldn’t even have to work, if I didn’t want to.  Here  is the problem.  I don’t want to leave my home and take the children from their grandparents.  We have always gone to church here.  This is where our friends and lives are.  Would it be a mistake to ask Joey to take an apartment in the new town and commute on weekends?  With the pay raise, we could easily afford it.  Hometown Girl

Dear Hometown Girl,  Think really hard about this.  I wouldn’t want to risk my happy marriage and my children’s family time just to maintain a home near extended family.  Should my husband suggest living apart, I’d feel expendable.  This could be a mistake that would change your life forever.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  I work in a Womens Tall and Stout shop.  I’ve seen a male family member shopping for underwear for himself in my store several times. He has waved to me.  I usually duck out and ask someone else to assist him?  I’d be happy to help him, but don’t really know how to handle this.  What should I do?  Puzzled

Dear Puzzled,  He obviously knows you work there.  Treat him like you would any other customer.  Offer to help. Take your cue from his behavior. Auntie Linda

Joke of the Day

At St. Peter’s Catholic Church in Toronto , they have weekly husband’s marriage seminars.
At the session last week, the priest asked Giuseppe, who said he was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.
Giuseppe replied to the assembled husbands, ‘Wella, I’va tried to treat her nicea, spenda da money on her, but besta of all is, I tooka her to Italy for the 25th anniversary!”
The priest responded, “Giuseppe, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary?”
Giuseppe proudly replied, ” I gonna go pick her up.”

Evening Chuckle/Crow and Road Kill Study

Good crowsA recent study on crow intelligence was released recently observing crows at an intersection.  There was a distinct pattern in which they took paint samples from crows that had been run over and matched to vehicle types.  It was observed that nearly all the paint samples had come from trucks, not passenger cars.  The scientists researching the incident explained it as the crows had established look out birds so that they could alternate feeding on trash and road-kill, while the others looked for danger.  The lookouts, while able to produce vocalizations for “cawr, cawr, cawr”, found “truck, truck, truck” much more difficult.

Stories About Annie for Dog Day 2015

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I got my daughter a Dalmatian for her thirteenth birthday.  I do believe that was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.  For about a day and a half, Annie was sweet.  As soon as she got her bearings, she became a hyperactive, maniacal buzz saw, plundering and eviscerating everything in her path from shoes to the rag top on my husband’s MG, but that’s a story for another post.

At eighteen months, Annie’s hormones kicked in.  Overnight, she was transformed into a nasty-tempered, sullen,farting, bitch, such a blessed relief.  One day she was sitting between Bud and Mother farting up a storm.  Bud and Mother each kept looking accusingly at the other, thinking surely they would eventually do the decent thing and excuse themselves.

Deciding to take her show on the road one morning, Annie decided the best thing for her to do was to tunnel under our neighbor’s back fence to pay him a call.  Brian wasn’t in the yard, so she trotted into the house looking for him.  He was deep in thought, sitting on the toilet, enjoying some quality time.  Inspired by his wise example, Annie squatted and produced a fine example of her own.  Though I didn’t see the actual event, I did get to hear about it in great detail.My daughter once had a fat, farting, sullen Dalmatian named Annie who liked only two things in this world.  The kid across the street named Greg and anything with wheels:  riding mower, wagon, wheel barrow, cars…..We’d often look out and see Annie sitting on the seat of the riding mower.  I do believe if we’d left the keys in she would have cranked it.  She’d even try to sit perched ridiculously on top of the push mower.  If we left a car door open, she’d go flying in, hopping in the driver’s seat, perched behind the wheel.  When she did make a car trip, we had to restrain her to keep her in the back.

Annie and the MG

My husband bought a red MG Midget with a rag top.  Can you guess where this is headed?  Annie fell in love with it, thinking it was just her size.  It was in really good condition, except for a dime-sized snag in the rag top just over the driver’s seat.  Bud normally parked it in the garage, but he carelessly left it in the drive one night.  When he came out the next morning, Annie was sitting in the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead.  She wouldn’t look to the right or the left. She had wanted to get in that car so badly, she’d climbed on top and fallen through the ragtop.  I heard him shrieking and wondered what catastrophe had taken place.  He tore the door open trying to get at her.  She ripped by him, making a beeline for the protection of her fiberglass igloo doghouse that she had never even stuck a toe in before that day.  Bud kicked at her(I hope the statute of limitations has run out on cruelty to animals)but she made it in before he connected.  He got a huge bruise on his shin from kicking the doghouse.  She never did get to drive.