I forgot to blog yesterday. I am struggling a little bit with my limitations the last few days and last night was the worst. My right hand is doing all right in spite of my broken middle finger, but I still have to take it easy and still need to wear the splint when doing anything in which I might bang it or otherwise damage it. This is mostly just annoying at this point, but annoying is worse than outright pain to me. However,  a couple of days ago, my left arm decided to join in on the fun and my bursitis flared up into a full attack. So I am limited on the right hand by a broken finger and limited on the left by an arm that won't lift or stretch out to the side. Hahahaha...very funny, body! And then for extra fun on Friday, my right knee decided to be a big pain, too! Extremely annoying. I am not one to let my body dictate my activities so I started alternating Ibuprofen and Tylenol every two hours, but I waited too long to start and last night I seriously wanted someone to cut off my left arm and right leg. That, of course, would have really limited my abilities, so instead David and I took the kids to IHOP and then went to Walmart. The kids ate absolutely every bite of their dinner (The Rooty Tooty or whatever it is called, which consists of a sausage link, a strip of bacon, and a pancake with whipped cream and strawberries. Every bite! 

Daelin is about to turn four (in January) and he is practicing up for the "year of speak" (which is what I call the four-year-old experience), so the Walmart trip was totally amusing as he continued a running commentary about the toys he wanted,  interspersed with exclamations when he saw anything at all that caught his eye. And trust me...there was a lot that caught his eye! As the time went over their bedtime, he  became a little less animated, but still talked non-stop until he finally reached that point where in the middle of normal he melted down. LOL. We were sure he would fall asleep the minute he got to the car, but he had even more to tell us. Where in the world do all those words come from?

This all has nothing to do with the following pictures. I am once again on my laptop and have no access to my most current pictures since I haven't put them on the cloud, yet. But I do have access to some of my older ones and thought you might like to see some life in the fifties. So here is a picture tour of kidlife in the fities.

1. This is my sister, Krys, and our twin cousins, Lenny and Kenny with a calf on my grandmother's farm. I remembered the barn much bigger! 

 From left to right: Krys, our little brother, Ralph, and me, obviously unprepared. And I never do remember to ask mom about those beanies. What were they all about?

Here I am dressed in costume, but we were in Germany and I think the occasion was the Faschingsball, rather than Halloween.  

At my grandma's house carrying around my bib in case of an impending meal? Not sure, LOL.

And here we are in Germany. Little sister, Joyce, riding on Daddy's feet. Ralph is obviously going to be next, LOL. And Krys and I are waiting and cheering. I'm the shorter girl over there.

From left to right: Me, Joyce, Krys, Ralph.  I have no idea where this one was taken. By the dresses, I am thinking we were back home in Minnesota (my parents are from there) because there were some other photos taken of us in those dresses when we were there. Joyce was born in Germany, but not sure how old she was when we left.

Another one in Germany. We are reading the catalogs. We used to love to read catalogs.

I haven't done NaBloPoMo since 2011. I just got tired. And people annoyed me. There always seems to be a clique anytime you have a group of people all doing the same thing. And then it all gets tiring. I need to start my own blogging group. Which, of course, would then become a private clique. Haha. Sigh.
Well, anyway, I am here because my friend and extra daughter person, Becky, mentioned that SHE was doing NaBloPoMo. I wish I had known sooner, but I never go to my blog and therefore, I forget to go to hers. I used to go everyday to read the "Better After" blogs, but I got out of the habit. So now I am going to get in the habit again and even start blogging again and hopefully reading some blogs of people I don't know and commenting and, maybe, find some new blogging buddies. And hopefully, we can keep blogging together even after NaBloPoMo ends.
In the meantime here are a  few pictures to amuse you. Or bore you. Either way is OK with me. I just want to fill up some time and space.


First, is this photo of the beach in October. It was the most beach my friend, Becky, had ever seen on our October trips to the ocean. And by "Becky", I do not mean the above mentioned Becky. It would be nice if I could do something like put their first name and then their last name initial to signal which one I mean, but here is how that would pan out. UP there, it would be Becky W., and then down in this paragraph it would be Becky W. hahaha....Sigh. So up there I am talking about my sort of daughter, Becky, and down here I am talking about my longtime friend, Becky.
Back to the photo...We were able to drive all the way around to Washaway Beach. The tide was really low. And it was really beautiful weather!

Second, is this great picture of Aria playing IN her dollhouse instead of playing WITH her dollhouse. hahahaha...she is so funny! She did, however, get a little stuck and needed my help to leave the land of Lilliputin.

Thirdly, how can you not love this picture of Batman helping us to paint the kids's room? 

These are all pictures from my phone because I am on my laptop and the drive with my photos is on my other computer. Phones do so much these days. 

So there you have it. A pretty random blog, but it's all I have for tonight. Today was a pretty pain intense day for me and I don't have those often. I work hard to keep pain at bay without using medication and today was a total fail. My body was in total rebellion mode. And, just for the record, I am sick of my broken finger. It will be two months in two days and I am ready to be over it now. Another sigh.

Love you, Becky W, the young one. Hope this isn't so random that it's hard to read.