bedtime stories

tonight i was making some chocolate oatmeal cookies and it reminded me of a couple stories about grandma-bec. as far as i know, grandma-bec got the recipe for chocolate oatmeal cookies from brigadoon, where we called them doo-doos because they look like doo-doo. duh-huh. at brigadoon we spread them evenly on a pan and cut them like brownies, which somewhat ameliorates the poo'ish appearance, but my old man likes his plopped down in individual cookie format because he says they taste better that way. ew. haha.

anyways, back in the day i was over at grandma-bec's place because that's where we went on the weekends - there or the farm, but really let's not digress, okay? good. so, i was at grandma-bec's and i was making some doo-doos and as i was spreading them in the pan, i was like - "i bet i could eat this whole pan." and grandma-bec was like - "okay." and i was like - "what?" and she said, "go ahead and eat however much you want." woo hoo!! so, i did. i ate as much as i wanted. i finished nearly half the pan, and that was it. IT. i could not eat any more of it. and, i was thinking to myself, "well whaddaya know - there is a limit to how much doo-doos i can eat. who knew?" grandma-bec didn't tell me 'no', she didn't say, 'well, you can have two or three, but that's all you need.' that wasn't her style, see. she was an advocate of learning by doing. think you can eat a pan of doo-doo? go for it!

doo-doos!

another time i was with grandma-bec and she was driving us out to the farm. i have no idea why i was the only one with her and why she was driving us out to the farm, but really, let's not digress, shall we not? we shall not. she was driving down the road to the farm which as you know is an old country road and as you know, you can't drive fast on an old country road. she was moseying along. mosey. mosey.

i am not a penguin, but this is a funny sign!

i was like - "i can RUN this fast." she was like - "no, you cannot." i was like - "yes. i. can." she stopped the car. "okay," she said, "get out and run." so i did. and, in case you can't guess the punchline here, she left me in the dust. i was sprinting and laughing and she stopped and i got back in, and i was like - "you sped up!!" and she was like - "no, i didn't. speed seems different in a car than on foot. it's a matter of perspective." whoa. nice lesson, grandma-bec.

no. i am not telling you another story. time for bed, you!