If you Give a Hawk a Mouse

Maybe you know the story If you Give a Mouse a Cookie. The story starts, if you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to want a glass of milk to go with it. Then he will want to make sure he doesn’t have a milk mustache and so on. He will clean the floors, he’ll get tired, he’ll draw a picture, he’ll get thirsty and need a straw again. If you give him the milk, he’ll want a cookie to go with it.

Its a funny story, but I am NOT going to give a mouse a cookie. But, I will give a hawk a mouse! Continue reading If you Give a Hawk a Mouse

Another November Birthday

It is Grandma Pesola’s birthday.

Grandma is my grandma. She’s my momma’s Momma. She is my grandpa’s wife. She is my daddy’s mother-in-law. She is my great grandma Bea’s daughter. She’s my auntie Lauri’s Mother. She’s my uncle Joe’s mother. (Momma says that I am being silly!)

She likes any type of rubber stamps. She stamps them all over papers and sometimes makes birthday cards out of them. Stamp! Stamp! Stamp! Stamp!

She likes to see us. Yesterday she went to MacDonald’s with us. We played and we ate. She likes to go to the mall and usually just walks. She babysits Georgie. Georgie is my younger cousin. (Audrey says his name is “Curious George”. He he he!)

She is learning to knit and she crochets. She made a pot holder out of knitting and crocheting. It looked nice! The outside of it was crocheted and the inside knitted. I wish I had a picture on it so I could put it on my blog.

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday Dear Grandma!
Happy birthday to you!

Happy Birthday Grandma!

Can you guess how old she is? I guessed 21 and she said “that’s what I have been saying.”

P.S. I love you Grandma!

Bobcat! The real story.

Last week we were driving home and there was this Bobcat in our yard. Not the type you are thinking (I think), it was the machine Bobcat.

Some men were cutting down trees and the Bobcat was bringing the wood in for our fireplace– after Daddy cuts it up. Then as it was bringing the wood in to a pile in our yard, it got stuck. It rained all the week before, it dug up aaaaaalllll the grass, and then got stuck in the mud.

They had a big truck with a great big rope pull out the Bobcat.

This is the second year in a row that they got stuck! They had the big truck that pulled out the Bobcat last year. It was so heavy, it sunk into the mud.

Momma warned them, but they said “don’t worry, we have the Bobcat.”

Momma said to finish this “sometimes you just have to listen to Momma”.