So it has been a long time

I am not very good at this. I admit, I can't seem to find enough time, or I am just plain lazy. That is for you to decide. Since the last blog, there has been some things that have occurred in the Johnsen Family, but that won't be discussed here. If you want current events see my Facebook page. I instead would like to reflect on musings in my house, such as, when your 5 year old grand-daughter says, "Are you freakin' kidding me, why are you telling me I'm wrong?" OK, soak that in for a moment. Why was she wrong? What was she wrong about? It was a restless night in my house last night. I found myself on the couch, because I have had a cold and allergies that are causing me (beside my weight) to snore loud enough to penetrate my wife's ear defenses. Deep chamber sound vibrations slither through the micro-porous body of the earplugs and keep my wife awake. Kaylynn gets mad, and I removed myself from bed, so she can get more sleep. I did go away mad, but understand her need to more rest, plus the couch isn't that bad, but I digress. My oldest, grand-daughter came up from her basement bedroom around 0830 wanting me to get something that I knew nothing about or where it was. Since she was not satisfied with my inaction, she went downstairs to see if Mom will do what she wants. My oldest, Beth, has been living in my basement rooms for almost three years now, and I know she is itching for her own house again. Actually we are looking at a house a few blocks away from us and extended family that we have to figure out the financing, plus the house needs work. So having her daughter wake her up early, has become a routine thing. This particular morning unbeknownst to me, Emily was with Beth from 0630 until I saw Emily at 0830. Beth was not happy, because Emily was wanting Mom's attention and breakfast at O-dark-thirty by touching Beth's face and saying "but I love you" whenever Beth asked Emily to stop touching her face. The incensed Beth stomped upstairs without saying, "Good Morning" and got something of Emily. She had an exchange with Emily, and took a phone call and went out front of the house. Emily standing by the door was dumbfounded, and kept saying, "Sorry" This word, so often used around our house by all parties, is such a misused word. It has so many different connotations by the inflection and way it is used. In this particular moment, it was used as the don't-be-mad-at-me word. Beth wasn't having it, and Emily was confused. I told Emily, that the reason Mommy is mad is because she does not no what the meaning of 'No" is. When someone says "no" it means no. Emily yelled at me the phrase that started this blog, and did not talk to me for a few minutes.

Oh the days that go by, and the time that hunts you like a tiger, waiting in the dark to spring on you and chase you till the end. I remember a very strong willed child of mine who did not want to be at Church and got into a tear clothes, pull hair, scream and yell-fest with Kaylynn. Beth was five. Love the age. So what do you do when your grand-daughter follows the footsteps of the mother. Nothing, just laugh, because I am grandpa.