The Knotty Seat

In your mind, imagine the sound of a telephone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi…nothing important, just working out in the yard. ……….ok….see you in a few”

And off I went.

I arrived at my destination to see this: The tall one is my Dad…we call him Grampie…That little one…well…you guessed it…it’s Grammie…My mom.

They had to remove two huge trees that died and they wanted me to haul away the stumps. The old man next door to me wants them for his wood stove.

Lets just say that the “little one” was not a happy Grammie…she was ticked about the loss of those trees…Isn’t she stylin and gorgeous today? I told my kid not to get too close…was fearful she might be wild! hahahaha!

We loaded the first bunch to take to the guy next door. There would need to be two trips…for sure! These ones didn’t feel the least bit heavy. I was confident that I would be able to get this done quick and easy. Who would have thought this was gonna take a turn for the “silly”

I know what you are thinking….

I just KNOW what you are thinking.

You are asking yourself how the heck I can be surprised that anything take a turn for the “silly” when this man is involved!!!

I know…hahaha….I kinda laughed too when I caught myself!

The second load was stumps that had been cut so that if I wanted to use them for something in my gardens I could…if not I was supposed to drop them off for my neighbor to burn…with the exception of one piece. Ya…I said it…there was one piece that was reserved completely and totally just for me!

Scared yet???

THIS is that piece…it is the KNOTTY SEAT! Grampie made it JUST FOR ME!

See how happy the “short” one is that I have a Knotty seat??? Ya…Mother’s Day is just around the corner missy!!!

We finished loading my truck…and I must say…those stumps are HEAVY!

Grampie had to help this time…and we got smart and used a dolly.

Grammie is super human and she just carried hers…hahaha!

I tried my best to change the subject…I even tried the hey…look over there!!!…technique. It didn’t work…

..I got sent to the Knotty seat. It is too tall for my legs…and it is a tad crooked…makes for a slightly uncomfortable sit…but hey…it’s a knotty seat…

...at least the back is tall!!! hahahaha!

Grampie made sure there was room in my truck for the seat…and off we went! They followed me home to help me unload…”cuz they are fairly heavy” was the excuse...

I think they followed me home to make sure I kept the Knotty seat…ha ha ha!

I did keep quite a few pieces…I will find some place to put them…if not…my neighbor can have them.

Now I Just need to give some serious thought to find a spot for the knotty seat!

I hope you will tune in tomorrow when I will be coming to you live from the outside of my house! From this Not so secret location you will get a sneak peek at the changes I have made in my yard this weekend! I am using today to “tweek” them a little bit and get ready to share! Thanks so much for popping by today!

Until Next time……and Happy Gardening!

*)*)*) Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. And once you have it, you might not know what to do next. After all…says you can roll a turd in powered sugar but that doesn't make it a jelly doughnut!

(¯`v´¯) `*.¸.*´Glenda/Tootsie ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•. www.tootsietime.com

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!!! oops!! My Bad…ha-ha

There is a little confusion that has come to my attention in the last couple of days, and I think it is important to clear it up!

Who ARE Grammie and Grampie and WHERE are Tootsie’s Parents???

Well…I am happy to say that I can clear up this little mystery once and for all in one fell swoop!

Grammie and Grampie…ARE my Mom and Dad! The day they became grandparents…they ditched their real names and became known as Grampie and Grammie. That is what they, and everyone around them calls them…even the staff at their store! If you call them by their real names…My kids have no idea who you are talking about…and sometimes they don’t even answer! Grampie and Grammie are very special.

This man is my Dad. His real name is Glen…but…prefers to be known as Grampie. He has many faces to him.

The silly and fun little flirty face!..

The Playful imaginative face…

The goofy great sense of humor face…

This is the face he’s wearing right now as he reads this…(glad I am three hours away right now…ha ha…love you Daddy?) ha ha ha!

His gentle face…(He is ‘Busy’s’ favorite playmate…)

He is My Dad…he is a hard working mechanic, creative and fun man…and I am so glad my kids have a Grampie like him.

NEXT!!

This lady is my Mom. Her real name is Iris. She, like my dad has a name she prefers. Grammie. It is one of her claims to fame! She also has several faces…

She has her at the farm casual side…notice the long legs she has! hee hee

Her adventurous and fun side! “run Grammie RUN!” (no worries…she can’t get away…her legs are not too long) ha ha

Her ‘working’ side…

Her professional face…this is one heck of a business woman!

This is my Mom. She is the strongest woman I know. If there is something that needs doing and no one to help…she finds a way. She is creative, smart, classy, eloquent and very talented. I am thankful that she is who she is and that my kids can have someone so admirable to call Grammie.

I hope that this post will clear up any confusion as to where my parents are and who Grammie and Grampie are!!!

I will see you tomorrow for Fertilizer Friday!!!

Until Next Time…Happy Reading!

*)*)*) to my special fan club!!! Children grow up and mirror the example they have been set by those who they admire most. I am so glad my kids are getting a good view of those who are positive and strong!

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