For the Love of Typos

Is there anyone among us who has not made a typo?  No, there is not.  We are all guilty of typos, some are just more proficient at them than others.  I have a very dear friend who has made some of the best typos that I have ever read.  I really wish that I had kept a list of all of them, but I have not.  However, there is one that is very dear to my heart.  No one has ever before complimented my backside in such fine way.  The typo was hilarious, and was quickly blamed on the keyboard of the iphone.  Whatever.

I immediately received a text message telling me to get online NOW and delete that comment.  Well, I got online, but I could not delete the comment.  It was priceless.  She meant to say:  AWWWW so nice.  That's that not what she said however.  Granted the S key is just right there under the W key, and the iphone can take the blame....WHATEVER.  Along came the explanation:  OMG DELETE THAT OMG NOW THAT IS THE WORST TYPO EVER IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE AWWWW   


This friend has now become the queen of typos.  Every typo she makes must be commented on.  I love how she tells me to shut up before I even have a chance to comment.  If I let one slide by, she becomes paranoid that I might not have noticed, and she is waiting for the slam.  


So often a typo is so good that it becomes the new word, or expression.  The same queen of typos, you just gotta love her and her typos, created the a new one for us.  She wanted to make a heart using the < key and the 3 key, which is supposed to make a heart <3.  I think she temporarily forgot the procedure and therefore shared a comment with 3333.  I'm glad she did this, because now I don't have to consciously think how to make the <3, I can just hit the 333333 key, and she knows that I heart her the most. 



While chatting on Facebook with another friend, I told her that I was so grustrated about something.  Now the two of us seldom are frustrated about anything, but sure do get grustrated about everything.  Another easy typo, and I wish that I wasn't so proficient at this one.  I will often type now in the place of know, or know in the place of now.  Of course, I don't see that until I have shared the comment.  In all of my writings, it doesn't matter how many times I read or re-read something I have written, I will always find a typo, or two, or three, after I have posted what I have written.  What was so difficult to spot in the readings before posting is now a flashing beacon in red.  And it is always followed by, IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!


So...for the love of typos....just laugh when you see one, and now the person who wrote it didn't really mean to make the typo.  Know, not now.  See what I mean?

The Unexpected Blessing

One year ago on October 9th, we found out that we were going to be grandparents.  We weren't expecting that, but what a blessing Greyson has been.  As the months of Julia's pregnancy progressed, we planned for, and anticipated, and hoped for the baby that was due to arrive.  We talked about loving him, holding him, laughing with him, watching him grow, and the joy of experiencing each milestone.  We had no idea the joy this little guy would bring into our lives. 

From the moment we saw him, held him in our arms, we felt a joy that was unexplainable.  What a gift Julie and Dom had brought into our world.  From his tiny little hands, to his tiny little toes, there wasn't an inch of him that we didn't love.  It's amazing to me to see the work of love a little baby can perform, and also the power of transformation in those who love the baby.  It has been so much fun to watch "grandpa" turn to mush.  Never thought we would see the day.

A baby helps us to communicate and interact in our community.  If you don't believe that, just pay attention the next time you are in a store and see a young family with a baby.  The population gravitates to a baby.  People who never would've stopped to talk before are suddenly the most friendly people in the world.  The baby, in all it's innocence, and seemingly unknowing way, understands it's power in the moment, the baby will smile, and hearts will melt, and the joy is spread. The parents feel like they have the cutest and the smartest baby in the world after the encounter, and the strangers load is lightened because of a babys smile.  All is well at that moment.

I love to hold Greyson while he is sleeping.  It's my time to marvel at his incredible little being.  His chubby little cheeks, his roly poly belly, and his chubba hands and feet, those fat little thighs that just need to be kissed.  I love his snuggly habits, and singing him his special song. I love to watch him wake up and stretch, and then when he finally opens his eyes and focuses, ahhhh....the smile on his face, and the twinkle in his eye.

We weren't expecting the blessing, and we never would have known what we were missing.  Now we know, and we love him without measure. 

Exit Scene

I admire people who can make an exit scene that is both graceful and memorable at the same time.  You know the ones.  Those who make a solid statement by quietly closing the door.  No need to slam it to make your point.  Everyone expects the slamming door to seal the argument, but a quietly closed door just has more umph.

Well I made an exit scene today that was memorable, but it wasn't graceful.  It was even down right confusing for a minute.  As I was leaving Julie's place of employment this morning, I was chatting with Heidi.  I opened the door to head out, and....where did all these supplies come from?  I didn't see them when I came in.  Am I in a hallway?  I stood there for what seemed like five minutes trying to process what I was seeing, but I know it was just a matter of seconds.  Oh, well yes, this is the supply closet.  That would certainly explain the supplies gathered there on the shelves.

Then I had to turn around and face all those who saw my less than graceful exit..Well it wasn't really an exit, it was just a slight detour into the supply closet.  It was very memorable I'm sure.  I won't forget it, I know that!  Yes...well....I will just close the closet door....Nice closet by the way.  Lot's of handy dandy supplies in there....I will be on my way now...  Bye.