13. To make a long story shot… [a guest bord by Davina, a Great Life Coach]
14. She was very lung-winded. [another guest bord by that Great Life Coach!]
[If YOU wish to submit YOUR best guest typos for publication consideration and some linky-luv, just contact me. I will love sharing the ones that grab me the most]
15. I will love sharing the ones that garb me the most.
16. Why not hit the Stubble It button?
17. I haven’t been to a nightclub in ears.
18. And the funny thigh about it is I don’t even own fishnets.
19. Don’t worry — I’m sure you’ve been brining up your kids just fine since the git-go.
So glad I wrote down / remembered these funny / sweet things our Kelly said…
Age 4: “Will my bones fall out like my teeth, and bigger ones grow in?”
Age 5: “I’m so glad I’m a girl ’cause when I grow up I won’t have to waste my own money on a diamond ring.”
Age 5: “Mom, the kids at school are saying if you spend a lot of time in the sun your skin will get brown but that’s just nonsense ’cause everybody knows the sun bleaches things.”
Age 6: “Mom, when I have children I won’t tell them that I really love you the best, so I won’t hurt their feelings.”
Age 7: “Mom, I wish you’d met Dad earlier ’cause you’d have gotten to enjoy him more and I’d be a teenager now.”
Age 7. “She had a good luck omelet around her neck.” (Meant amulet.)
Age 7: (When I told her we’d visit Nova Scotia’s Tancook Island on our next trip) “Ooo, Tancook Island. What’s the population? What’s the main industry? Do they have universal health care?” ( I swear she said this!)
Age 7 (While throwing a mini-fit) “I have the right to be angry when I’m mad!!!”
Age 7: “I like your new shampoo, Mom. What’s that scent — vinaigrette?”
Age 7: (At KFC upon learning they had no spoons, only forks for her mashed potatoes) “These people so do NOT know how to live, Mom.”
Age 7. (At a bird blind where many yellow “Caution” tapes were draped on the outside of the one-way glass to, I presume, help prevent the birds from crashing into their own reflections) “That’s so stupid mom — birds can’t read.”
(Friend, if you’re wild about this post, why not hit the olde “Stumble It” button directly here below? Nothing’s gonna bite you if you do.)
I know I have tons of amazingly wonderful comments to answer here and tons of your wonderful blog posts to read. And I will. You know I will. But I want to share a little vacation story of sorts first.
(my beach feets)
Despite the cottage and beach and on-going party that was Canada, I’m just a little bit sad about my visit as Dad is a little white haired guy in church now. His hands sometimes belie just a hint of shakiness. He says this may be the last year he makes hay. Says he’s going to get rid of the 3 horses too, (tho both his mares may be pregnant! He left them with Howie’s stud for 6 weeks, so how serious can he be about giving them up? Dad’s had horses since he was 10.)
But those are just fleeting images in time. Not who Dad really is. He’s strong. Vibrant. An amazing 72.
I don’t know. I should be so glad to have happy healthy parents. Many of you have already lost yours. I’m not complaining, just realizing a little deeper that we all aren’t all going to be here forever. Not in this capacity anyway.
(Dad & Mom, 50th wedding anniversary party, last week)
Time is marching on and hasn’t stopped for me. What’s up with that?
Oh well, I guess I’m doing a little pre-grieving at how things will change. How Mom and Dad will pass on. My remaining aunts and uncles too. Jim. My brothers and sister. Kelly. Kelly’s kids. All of us. And I don’t want to be a downer but gee, I want more than ever to move back home and spend as much time as I can with the ones I love. And I don’t want to be a further downer but I really don’t want to die. Ever. I believe in God and a happy heaven but as time goes by, heaven’s getting closer and closer — not that nebulous “someday” of before.
And is it just me or does everybody feel their parents are the last of a dying breed?
So that’s where my head’s at today as I re-enter this Texas life, thousands of miles from all my relatives. As I wonder what the hell I’m doing here so far away from them anyway. I feel like the bad one in the family for letting my wanderlust carry me so far. And for staying away all these years, nineteen years in Texas now.
Thus I leave you for now and probably for several days, until I catch up with your lives.
But please don’t worry ’bout my overall state of mind — I’m sure I’ll be back to bra-flinging and / or other assorted crazy crap here soon enough.
Hey all! Here’s where Jannie’s been hanging out – the Bay Of Chaleur at Mom & Dad’s cottage.
Last year they added on a little porch with 5 windows. Put in solar panels too.
We likes it a LOT.
Love hearing the waves splish and splash.
Great place for young kids…
and bigger kids, like my sister and me.
Mom has it fixed up real cute inside.
Sunsets are not bad here.
Neither are the bon fires at night.
We’ll be back home one week from today! I hope to post again in the meantime. If not, ’cause I’m enjoying my coffee and favorite beach chair and such, I’ll see you back in Austin.! xoxoxoxo
Yep, we’re heading today to the Home & Native Land for Mom & Dad’s Golden Wedding Anniversary. Wait – they can’t be married FIFTY years — that’s for OLD people isn’t it? Ahh, but they’re just babes of 72 and 70.
Speaking of babes, here’s one. (shhhh, he’s only 2 and 1/2 years younger than my mom.)
Regrettably this handsome husbandly type can’t join Kelly and me on this trip. The deal to sell our car biz fell through, so Jim’s staying behind to work, making sure Kelly and I can travel and party in the posh style we’ve grown accustomed to.
Miss him so much already, but that’s the way it goes in the real world sometimes. He’s the sweetest man I know.
And just for fun… as suggested by a very very wonderful blogger, Chris, here’s my Jim in a few retro dos. Oh. Dear. Lord.
1950……………………………..1958
1968……………………………. 1976
1978…………………………… 1980
1984…………………………… 1986
1990……………………………..1996
Sorry, Hon, couldn’t resist. And I’ll be 1000 miles away by the time you see these and the neighbors call 911 at the sound of your screams.
(Friends, If you missed Kelly and my retro hair post the other day, you can check it out here.)
Oh, and we can’t leave Blue Bunny out, now can we?
But wait! Isn’t Blue Bunny a boy? (I can’t quite tell. ) So here…
Well, it’s 4:05 a.m. Gotta get Kelly up, first plane of 3 today lifts off at 5:45.
Leaving my laptop here (yes, a wild move, I know) and will have limited Internet access in Canada, but I plan to post at least a few times from my brother Harry’s over the next 2 weeks — so be sure to check back here for some kick-ass pictorials and vacation antics, okay? Okay!
Promise I’ll get around to your blogs as soon as I can.
AND DON’T YOU ALL FORGET ABOUT ME , OKAY!?!? OKAY!!!
