When I first started writing this blog, I began with a “Happy Birthday” wish only to discover that your birthday was actually two months ago! Sheesh. I did enjoy our phone visits on your birthdays, though, swapping stories (usually about Josh and Jessica or other grandchildren), talking (or debating) something from the Bible, and trying to figure out if you could come visit for either Thanksgiving or Christmas. We always thoroughly enjoyed your visits to Long Beach.
Even had I remember the right month for your birthday, for the life of me I can’t remember how old you would have been, but I’m guessing about 85 or 86. But then I didn’t know how old I was on my birthday the past two years. Josh had to bring me up to date both times.
Maybe the funniest grandchild story comes from your grandson and not our grandchildren this time. Last week Heather told Josh she’d had her B-12 shot. Not only was he not too responsive to her comment, he thought it was rather silly for her to have even had the shot and didn’t know why anyone would even want that shot. When he got home that night, she questioned him about his response and it was then that he discovered she’d said a “B-12″ shot. He thought she’d said a “beached whale” shot!
We went to Josh’s softball game the other day and I was holding Logan in my lap. Heather was feeding Lilly and Jan was all over the place trying to keep up with Jackson. I’m telling you, it takes a village to raise these kids! Anyway, I’ve been growing a goatee lately (I go through this phase every year or so … let the thing grow for 2-3 weeks then shave it off. Janice hates these episodes in my life.)
Logan eventually looked away from the game and up into my face, then back to the game. He immediately turned his head back up to my face and started feeling the whiskers on my chin. I would not have thought he would be so aware of details at his age, but he sure knew something was different about this guy holding him, so he explored my chin for the longest. I guess eventually he decided it was safe to stay in my lap and went back to watching the game. Lilly kept eating.
LOL!! Beached whale shots!
Now that is good.
Yes, yes, yes, the male’s ever present need to allow the testosterone to works it’s magic. Did you get to read the bumper stickers in the comments over at preachermike.com yesterday? What a hoot! Some of my favorites:
On the back of a truck for a casket manufacturer: Drive safely. We can wait.
I want to go peacefully in my sleep like Grandpa, not screaming like the people riding with him in his car.
Nuke the Gay Baby Whales for Jesus!
Math illiteracy affects 8 out of every 5 people!
We have enough youth – how ’bout a fountain of smart?
The ozone layer or cheese in a spray can. Don’t make me choose!
Deja Moo: The feeling you’ve heard this bull before.
Frequently seen around Colorado Springs: Focus On Your OWN D*** Family!
Peace.
As I’ve said before I love these “Dear Muz” letters and had several good laughs while reading this one. Beached whale?? I’m guessing that one came up for debate.
Not long after we married Larry decided to shave his then very large handlebar mustache. Since he worked outdoors he was always very dark tanned. He shaved it off in the middle of summer and his upper lip was as white as a sheet of paper. It looked bizarre! He immediately began growing it again and now almost 30 years later still has never shaved it again. Only difference is now it is minus the handlebars. I like his mustache and would love it if he would grow a full beard.
It is amazing how observant little children are and they don’t mind making comments about what they observe either. It sounds like a great village is working to raise these precious little ones.
Just shave already….
Great stuff, brother. And you reminded me that today is the birthday of one of my best friends. Earlier this year he was incredibly messed up by a combination of meds that he was on and he tried to kill himself. I have never looked so forward to calling him and wishing him a happy birthday.
That beached-whale thing was priceless!
If I were you, I’d cater to Jan’s wishes in relation to the chin whsikers!
My son David had a goatee when we were in Dallas in July and it makes him look MUCH older, because it is very gray – much more so than his hair. I didn’t like it at all, and told him (typical mom, right?). I only know a couple of guys who can get away with them and look good. Don’t know about you, yet, Greg, until we see your photo in it (at which time you can take a vote of your infinite number of readers to see whether you keep it or lose it). Janice really should get the deciding vote, though!
As for Tom – he’s now had his beard for about 25 years. It used to be black, like his hair! (Whose didn’t, of course!) Before that he had a mustache that looked great on him.
After his heart attack at 55, I talked him into shaving his beard, but he hates shaving, so grew it back quickly. No one else even noticed he didn’t have it. Funny.
Dee
[No vote needed ... a goatee adds a few years to my looks.]
Beached whale … lol
I added a goatee to my chin a few years ago because everyone thought I was still a kid. It added years to my looks. Unfortunately, now when I shave it off no one says I look like a kid anymore. I’m guessing the rest caught up.