And we got back to the picture of my mom and dad when they were young and in love a long time ago in a far away place.
She said that I AM my father's daughter. My brother and sister both look a little more like my mom than dad. I have my mom's hooded eyes, and her hips and her ass that she grew in her golden years. "Hi, mom's hips, hi, mom's ass".
I will take any part of my mom and be proud to wear it.
Will my girls see part of me or Bob in them when they grow older, especially like me they lost a parent at way too young an age (parents should live longer than 55 or 63 but maybe not as long as 112ish}. Funny how we are told how our kids look like such and such in our families, and then we age and look like someone else in our families..........Stop me I ramble!
But I hope they love the bits of me and Bob that they got and that Reece, Anden, Landry, Cole and Drew love the bits of Peter and Dawn and Jay and DeAnn that they got as much as I love the bits of Cope and Dorsey that I got.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
NANA 911
It seems that when I got the tickets to the Sheryl Crow/James Blunt concert for DeAnn, the radio station neglected to tell me that the desk was closed up for lunch from 12 to 1. Things that make you go hmmmm.
So, I am hanging out in the 100 degree heat (okay, it was only 98) and I WAS in the shade of the building, and my phone starts humming "WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING" so I knew it was Houston calling.
Dawn told me that Reece needed to talk to me. This is all I heard "He is ripped and I can't sleep with him" "Can you fix him, Nana?" Well I thought that Blanket was the victim, as he has already undergone several surgeries. But, alas, it was Patches the dog that needs repair. I assured Reece that Nana could fix Patches when they come up next week or when I go down there the following weekend. Then Dawn said that she can sew, why was it that Reece needed Nana to do the repair work?
And my mind went back to the days of Bluie, and how thin and frail Bluie was getting in his old age, and how Grandma (my mom) was the repair/surgeon to to the fixing.....I can sew!
I see it is another family tradition!
So next weekend I will be repairing Patches the dog, perhaps a vest with his name or monogram on it?
So, I am hanging out in the 100 degree heat (okay, it was only 98) and I WAS in the shade of the building, and my phone starts humming "WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING" so I knew it was Houston calling.
Dawn told me that Reece needed to talk to me. This is all I heard "He is ripped and I can't sleep with him" "Can you fix him, Nana?" Well I thought that Blanket was the victim, as he has already undergone several surgeries. But, alas, it was Patches the dog that needs repair. I assured Reece that Nana could fix Patches when they come up next week or when I go down there the following weekend. Then Dawn said that she can sew, why was it that Reece needed Nana to do the repair work?
And my mind went back to the days of Bluie, and how thin and frail Bluie was getting in his old age, and how Grandma (my mom) was the repair/surgeon to to the fixing.....I can sew!
I see it is another family tradition!
So next weekend I will be repairing Patches the dog, perhaps a vest with his name or monogram on it?
Sunday, August 3, 2008
HOW DO YOU SPELL HOT?
On the patio IN THE SHADE before the sun got to that side of the house:
On my car thermometer (outisde temp not in the car):
HELP ME I'M MELTING!!!!!!!
On my car thermometer (outisde temp not in the car):
HELP ME I'M MELTING!!!!!!!
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