TOP DROPPER DAY

Entrecard has dubbed today as TOP DROPPER DAY, or something like that. It's a special day for all those dedicated droppers who faithfully drop their cards.

Unfortunately this is not a list you will ever see Grandy on. It's not that I don't try to stop by and see people, I just don't get to log in every day. I am a faithful follower of many sites, but I can't always drop on all my favorites. The people that have consistently dropped on me for so long are all awesome.

Entrecard has been a great way to find many different blogs. It's introduced me to many of my followers and bloggy friends. I think I'll keep it around, and hope to get to know more of you.

Thank you to my TOP DROPPERS!!!

Dropper/ # of drops
The Junk Drawer/ 31
Blog Fiction/ 28
Redhead Ranting/ 26
Behind the Bit/ 25
Orient Lodge/ 22
THE Andrea/ 22
PaulsHealthBlog.com/ 21
Forced Green/ 21
Argo's Journey/ 20
RagingRev/ 19

YOU ALL RAWK!!!

Another Reason I LOVE My Camera

Yep!! I took this picture on our way back from a trip over Memorial Weekend. It overlooks the canyons not far from where we live.

Nope!! I'm not a pro.

But I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express once.

How did you find me?

Grandy has finally got a program on this site that will show how traffic gets to this site. I had SiteMeter before, but it wouldn't tell me what searches were done to land people on my site. That's half the fun, isn't it?

I'm being forced to look at things differently, since starting my other blog and I'm kinda having some fun learning some things. Here are some of my favorite searches that have prompted people to find Functional Shmunctional (and of course my comments on each):

"superhero boobs" - Were you looking more for Batman's Man-Boobs, or did you have more of a Wonder Woman cone thing goin' for ya?

"parent driving kids around jokes" - Is it the fact that the parent is driving the kids around that is the joke? Not sure. Whatever the cost, the comedian looking for that material is not pulling from experience. Any real parent knows the jokes come from WITHIN the car when driving the kids around.

"mean nicknames your child may be called" - Oh man...I want to find out the results of that search. I don't know what it would say about me, but YIKES it sounds serious.

"polyvinylrododospagaspamomo" - HUH?

...and of course...

"meaning polyvinylrododospagaspamomo" - Really... HUH?


...and my favorite...



"what nickname can i call my crazy friend matt?" - BOB

When a Hubby Explodes

My hubby is a very mellow guy. He doesn't get mad very often, and I know that having read my previous post some of you might agree this is a good thing for the sometimes exciteable Grandy.

There have been a few occassions where Grandy will admit she has ticked hubby off to a point where he is yelling at her (or trying to yell over her might be more appropriate) but those times are very few and far between. I know a couple family members have felt his temper flare, but really, he's a very mellow guy.

So when hubby does get upset for what appears to be no good reason, or something neither my son and I did or could control, it is sometimes just safer to stay out of the way and let it come out.

Imagine this scenario:

**Location - Grandy Home

**Time - 9:00 pm Friday

**Scene - The boy scout troop is scheduled to leave at 7:45 am for a snow campout the next morning. He has just gotten home from being on the road and just gotten out of the shower. Grandy has just returned home earlier that afternoon from traveling on business. Essentially we're both tired and he's not prepared... bad combination.

Him: Where are my long johns?

Me: (Having logged in to get some more work done) I don't know...what did you do with them?

Him: I can't find them. I didn't do anything with them. You did.

Me: Did I?

Him: (walking back into bedroom...begins throwing shoes around in the closet, although I don't know why) You need to find them!

Me: I do?

Him: Yeah, you lost them.

Me: Nope! I washed them, folded them, and put them in your stack.

(pause)

Him: S*(@#& - blah blah blah - tired - blah blah - can't find - yada yada - crap! - blah blah.

Ty enters the dining room where I am still working. He looks cautious as he hears shoes and blah blah coming from the bedroom.

Ty: What happened?

Me: It's not important.

Ty: Was it ME?

Me: Nope! Not me either, which is why it might be best for you to brush your teeth and get to bed. Safer for all.

Ty: Done.

Hubby still going: ($&*@)* Tired - Yada yada - sh!t - blah blah - #S!!

After a little while he emerged... without those dang long johns. He did look better though, but beat. We all decided it was for the best to call it an early night since they had to get upso early to go camp in the snow (doesn't sound much fun to me) but I love the way those two get excited to do these things together.

I find that when he is having one of those moods, it's just easier to let him vent. I have this blog, my friends, or my family that I can call. Men often need their own place to be able to vent their frustration.

My thing...the hard part for me... is to NOT laugh when he's in the middle of one.

I'll keep working on that one.

Tee Hee...

I Restrained but Didn't Want to.

Dear Mr. Think-You-Are-Way-Better-Than-Grandy;

I write this letter to you the day AFTER my f*ck you hangover wore off you decided it would make you feel better to open a can of "I'm a 45 year-old baby and am going to pee in the corner" attitude all into my business.

It has been a long time since Grandy has had to address such aggression over the phone. Your anger and pompous attitude was absolutely NUTS!! Have you considered anger management? Perhaps you should. Maybe your company offers some sort of psych eval.

You might remember how I mentioned my inclination to explode and say what is on my mind when feeling compelled to do so. Well maybe not, judging by the way you spoke to me as if I was your submissive whore.

Here's the deal. I was polite and civil to you over the phone for only one reason, my concern for my client. Well that, and I promised my boss I would really work on NOT dropping the F-Bomb at people...something about it keeping me from that ultimate VP title someday. When I apologized to you yesterday, it was NOT because I did something wrong. Quite the contrary actually. I apologized because I truly did not intend to hurt your feelings by trying to do my job.

So here are all the things I wanted to say to you, and was ready to say to you...but I'm better than you:

F**!~@!~~$@%K-O##@#*F">F**!~@!~~$@%K-O##@#*FFffffff!!!

Regards,


Grandy