Not my best day

My day started out that I was late to Anna`s basketball game. After it was over, I went on a search for valentine m&m`s that I needed to put the finishing touch on a cake, and every store I went to had every kind of valentine candy in the world, but no m&m`s. Finally, tired of taking Aidan in and out of the car at place after place, I gave up and went to meet Bryan for lunch. When I got to Burger King, their credit card machine was broken, and anyone who knows me well knows that I don`t carry cash. It wasn`t long before Bryan was supposed to be there, so I made Aidan`s bottle with hot water from the coffee maker(someone please tell me why the water in those things is so hot that you have to wait fifteen minutes before you can even think about drinking whatever you used the hot water for). Aidan was very impatient while I was soaking the bottle in cold water, trying to cool it down as fast as I could. Finally I got him to eat, and still no Bryan. So we played and we waited, and we played and waited some more, my blood sugar dropping by the minute, because I had only eaten a thing of yogurt all day at that point, and still no Bryan. Finally he called and said he was on his way. When he walked inside I told him why I hadn`t eaten, so he handed me some cash and went to put Aidan in the car. I get in line, ready for that chicken sandwich and fries after smelling everyone else`s Whoppers and fries for the last hour, and after the ten people in front of me have gone on, I notice a second sign at the register that says that don`t have anything but Whoppers. I get out of line and go tell Bryan what the sign said and then tell him let`s just go. Why do you have signs on your windows advertising all these great looking sandwiches if you can`t make any of them? The reason I didn`t go somewhere else was that A) we were on Bluff Road where there is no other anything, and B) because I was waiting on Bryan so we could go to the Congaree Swamp so he could do an ecology report. Bryan was late because he was taking a test this morning, and he was forced to wait forty minutes at the testing center before they would even let him take his test. What a day...thankfully it got better due a late, great lunch of manicotti.

One very late post

January 10 was my grandfather`s birthday. For those of you who saw the post about my dad`s birthday, yes, their birthdays are a day apart. I always thought that fact was cool. When I was in elementary school, I always told kids that my dad was a day older than his dad. It probably confused some kids. Anyway, this was Bestefar`s
95th birthday. He was born in Madison, Wisconsin in 1914. When I was a teenager he and my grandmother took a trip with my parents and I out west, and we stopped in Nauvoo. If you`ve never been to Nauvoo, Illinois, there are all kinds of things there to make it look like it did when it was settled. There were some games set up that you could play that children played in the 1800`s, and one of them was a game that was still around when Bestefar was a child. You take a large round piece of metal, and roll it down a stick to get it moving, and then you run around pushing it with the stick. Bestefar wanted to play, so he ran around behind that large metal piece for as long as he could. He was about 86 years old at the time, so that was pretty interesting sight. I wish I had the pictures to put on here, but my parents have them. Bestefar is a person with very unique qualities and a lot of talents.
He is an exceptional piano player, and a great person to have a conversation with.
Recently he retold me a story from when he was in Germany in World War Two that I have always found very interesting. Someone from his unit while messing around one day, playfully put a German sailor`s hat on his head, and shortly after some Germans came by, and one of them asked Bestefar in German, "Where are the Americans?" Bestefar thankfully knew some German, so he answered back in German that he didn`t know, and the Germans kept on going. Bestefar has made a lot of sacrifices in his life to give his children and grandchildren a wonderful life, and I am so thankful that he was willing to make those choices and for the example he has always been to me.

Happy birthday Bestefar!