Mystery Solved

So picture this. A workman is sitting on the floor in front of the pellet stove in the family room.

The hubby was getting ready to leave for work and he said to me, "Hey is this coffee pot supposed to talk?"  I said, "HUH? NO." So he said, "Well it's talking." My grandson ran up to it and said, "Granny Jo it's talking". 

 I get up and go with the other 2 to the Kuerig and yes it was talking, however, it had President Obama's voice.  I couldn't make it out what he was saying.

My grandson says, "it's coming out of the wall". And now I'm thinking, is the Government now snooping on us through our appliances?

Now the workman turns around and he's watching us like a bad movie.
And here's 3 of us with our ears to the wall trying to hear what Mr. Obama is saying and where it's coming from.

It was on one side of the wall in the kitchen nearest the coffee pot but not on the other side of the wall in the family room. 

It sounded louder lower on the wall.  Then I thought maybe I can hear it better if I open the drawers below the coffee pot. First drawer, still muffled. Second drawer (bread drawer) a little louder but still muffled. Third drawer, a little clearer. Fourth drawer, he was talking about Iraq. I found him.

It was coming out of a transistor radio that belonged to my father who passed away one year tomorrow.

It was tuned into 680AM, a talk radio station that Dad frequently listened to.

I asked Glenn and Mason if they had opened that drawer. No, they both said. Dad was always a joker.  So I guess Dad was making sure I remember that tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of his death. I remembered Dad. Love you and miss you. Thanks for the laugh.

Throw Back Thursday

So yesterday I came across this photograph. I was going through a box of photographs that belonged to my parents who passed away last year.  

Every time I found a photo it seemed that everyone in the photo had passed away and I was crying with each photo I looked at.

Then I came across this photo. It cracked me up. I laughed out loud. In the picture it's me, my Dad and my brother Joey. As you can see we were the the verge of hysteria.  My Dad always had a smile on his face, he was always laughing and even on some of the worst days of his life especially at the end, he was always smiling and laughing. That's what I'll always remember about him.

It was as if Dad was saying, "Don't cry Joanna, I'm still here. I love you Baby."  Yeah Dad I know you are. I'm getting the signals.

But anyway back to the photo....we were laughing because this was the second photo taken that day. The first one I was sitting on the floor with my knees up!  Mom took the photo and then said afterwards, "Jesus Mary & Joseph, I have to take that damn picture again. Joanna, you gotta hole in them damn pants." I jumped up on the sofa and we all couldn't keep it together. You can see I'm holding those legs together tight. What a crazy memory....Thanks for the laugh Dad.

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