Who would have thought?

 

That this would have helped leg cramps.

 

 

That's right, folks,

you never know what you are going to get here. 

 

Yesterday,

I got one of those cramps between my toes

that would just not quit.

Over an hour,

I walked,

massaged,

hobbled,

everything

trying to get rid of that cramp.

 

Finally,

my mother said

that her friend's husband eats a teaspoon of mustard.

 

Really? 

 

But then, it couldn't hurt any more, right?

 

So I did.

 

Within less than two minutes,

that cramp was gone.

 

Skeptical?

 

http://www.ehow.com/way_5495235_mustard-leg-cramp-relief.html

 

Read the link above or google it yourself. 

 

I am going to find those little packets of mustard

and

keep them

in my purse,

in my car,

on my nightstand.  

 

Way more essential than

gum

and

Advil!

 

And now on to the funny stories.

 

Because there are always funny stories.

 

Tyler now sits in church for part of the service.

He is more than a little active.

Way more.

He is loud

and

fidgety

and

it takes a lot of energy on our part to keep him calm.

bearable.

 

He decided to clean out my Bible.

It is full.

 

I might add that this was our first service back to church

looking at my MIL's empty seat and knowing

she would not be filling it again.

 

Leave it to Tyler to distract from that

and

thank goodness!

 

Anyway,

he finds a picture of JWS and I

from a mission trip in 2005.

 

He said,

"Gramma, that is not a good picture of you."

I said

"Why?

Do I look old?

Do I look fat?"

 

His reply?

"BOTH!"

 

And then...

He leaves for

Junior Church.

And

we sigh with relief,

glad that he is gone

and

we can actually

continue to worship.

 

Now we have a huge sanctuary,

with a really long aisle.

 

At one point,

The door up front

to the right of the pastor,

bursts open.

From our vantage point

in the back

we can see nothing

other than heads turning and laughter starting.

Tyler runs the whole way down the side aisle

holding himself,

nodding to people as he goes,

saying,

 

"I gotta go"

"I gotta go"

"I gotta go"

 

heading to the bathroom at the back of the sanctuary.

 

Shawnee and I burst into giggles,

not even as much at the event

as the

horrified look on

Jennifer's face! 

 

JWS is shaking his head.

 

I lean over and tell him,

"Perhaps a tour of the

OTHER

church bathroom facilities

with your grandson

is in order

after the service today."

 

And then Gracelyn,

begs to come home with me from church.

 

And she does.

 

She has a little purple plastic ring on

which she informs me

fell into the toilet

during

Children's Church.

 

She had to

"reach into that toilet and dig it out

and get pee

all over my hand

but she washed her hand

and

her teacher

washed the ring."

 

Lauren,

if you are reading this....

 

Thank YOU!