Last night ... he came in like he owned the place.  I asked him what he thought he was doing, to which I got no reply.  This brazen uninvited guest proceeded to walk around ignoring me as if I had not spoken or in the room.

I'm sorry folks.  This made me so mad, I killed him where he stood.., with my shoe no less!  I stepped on the freak and made him die, die, die. Muahahahahaahaa..

It was a brown scorpion, a baby about ¾" to an inch long.  Fist centipedes, now scorpions.  Oh - that reminds me.., I'll be posting a pic of another creature what traverses our land.  Assuming I don't forget it.  Do feel free to remind me.

... In 3D no less! (see side bar for instructions on how to view)

Thanks for the prayers and well wishes
and I appreciate you all very much!

I dun know what to say.  Actually I do, but I'm going to drag this out just because I have that marvelous ability.  Its nice to have some kind of super ability ya know, and I guess thats mine... well.., I know of people who could do better, but THEY are not writing this particular blog entry, now are they!?  Me thinks nawt!

So I called daughter this morning - didn't get an answer.  I was saying to myself.., "Self.., you know what?" and I says back, "What?" and self says, "Daughter is having the baby".., and I says.., "Ya think?"  and self says back.., "Sometimes I think, but try not to do that too much as it gives me a head ache".

About that time, the phone rings and I run outside - realize I better answer the phone which is inside, so I shift directions and move cautiously toward the blower.  That there is old world gangster talk for "phone". Also known as, the horn, the blab box, the talking machine, the yap yap..., and as you can imagine I made like 3 or 4 of those up.., all by my witty self!  Impressive am I nawt?  Oh Shup! How ye mock what ye understandest naught.

ANYWAYS - if I may.., I'll just cut to the chase..., it was daughter who was on the other end of the yap box.  She sounded cheerful, said she had contractions on and off but nothing like yesterday.., which means "Self" lied to me, the sorry no good imaginative, turkey!  Daughter was home and I could hear #1 Grandson telling his mother.., "I go outside for a little bit" to which he responded in the negative to his mother telling him.., "No, not right now."

At any rate the projected guesstimating of Grandson #2's arrival is late October to Early November, leaning more to the October side than not.  But as Pendoodles pointed out in the tag-board.., some ovens bake the buns a little faster than others. Thats not an exact quote, but the same thing.  So get off my back.  And yesterday - I think Grandson #2, who will from henceforth be known as "Job "(not his real name but an acronym) just doesn't want to wait nor keep the schedule the doctor(s) assigned him.  He's a rebel like his Gampa!

Daughter was having contractions all the way to her doctors appointment today - they hooked her up to monitors and told her the kiddoe wants to come early.  Long story short - she has to "try" and keep the kid in for another 2 weeks.  ???

She's 35 weeks along - and all the while talking to me on the phone (between sentences) "Ow!" with every contraction.  Somehow I don't believe new grandson wants to wait two weeks. He either did not get the memo or just don't care about what the doctor says.

I am concerned with the frequency of her contractions  - so keep daughter and baby in your prayers. I really really really doubt the baby is going to wait more than 24 hours tops.

PS - yes I thought about running and hiding when the phone began ringing, but this time I just faced the phone like a man. I'm glad I did!