1. “Five Million E-Mails”
2. “Yay, I Found A Sock”
3. “All I Really Want Is A New Pair Of Pants And Someone To Come And Do My Dishes”
4. “I Drank Two Beers Up In A Tree”
5. “I Fell Out Of My Beer-Drinking Tree”
6. “I Don’t Jump On Trampolines No More”
7. “Resisting My Dishes Again”
8. ”Yay, My Rash Is Fading”
9. “Now That I’m So Enlightened”
10. “You Drive Me Up The Wall On A Regular Basis, But I Still Love You A Lot.”
And, yay, yay, yay!!
My favorite songwriter, Kelly, now owns one of the Play Me Austin art pianos that were placed all ’round The Trail this spring!!!!
DONATED to her!!
Someone at her school heard we were in need of a piano and lo — the angels descended.
Here’s what she’s been playing on for 2.5 years since she began lessons… my olde Casio I got about 14 years ago.
Directly above was Thursday morning.
Real Piano arrived Thursday afternoon.
Took the other pix earlier today.
Hey — do you see my reflection in the photo just above??!!
We are very very freaking happy with this whole piano turn of events!!!!!
WhooooooooooHooooooooo.
xoxoxoxooxxooxoxoxoxox
P.S. As you may have guessed, knowing our funstering Kelly, it was her idea to sit up there like that.
And I’m glad she did!
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND, y’all!!
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Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 21 May 2011 @ 12:06 PM
SAXON by: Kelly Funster (Age 9)
Saxon can be somewhat fun,
Especially if you are done.
A lesson is thirty questions,
The book is one [hundred] twenty lessons.
I’ve been doing it all morning long,
And when I do it I sing a song.
A few more lessons then I’ll stop,
Maybe ten more, then I’ll surely drop.
I’ve done my Saxon for the week,
And now my Saxon level’s at its peak.
I want to do some other stuff,
I have done four lessons and that’s enough.
I was helping her look through her backpack for her missing Saxon math sheet yesterday morning.
She was in a panic that she’d get “study hall” if she didn’t turn in her finished work.
Me : What’re those? (I pointed to a couple of folded-up papers on the car seat.)
She: Oh, just some poems I wrote last week.
Me: Can I read them?
She: Sure.
…..
Me: Kelly these are wonderful!!!! And hilarious!! Can I post them on my blog?
She: No, Moooom.
Me: Please. I’ll buy you some candy for after dinner.
She: Oh, sure. Post away!
Her Saxon book’s at school, else I would’ve photographed her with it for you today.
But these photos I took 2 days ago are pretty cute too.
This was her own get-up idea she wore to school.
Wait until you read her other poem — about her “Wordly Wise” language arts book.
Oh my goodness.
She. Cracks. Me. UP!
Posted by Jannie, the mom of the candy bribing rewarding hills.
With love to YOU — of course!
xoxoxoxooxoxoxoo
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Photography, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 24 April 2011 @ 4:55 PM
Daughter, a little less than 3 years before you were born
your maternal grandparents swooped down here to Texas
from Canada (that was December 1998) to help me plant
3 palms, 3 crepe myrtles and 2 variegated pittosporums
in the planter box where all has grown so tall and lush.
Long way to come to plant a garden – 2700 miles, but
it’s never too early to start planning a good blog post!
And you know what? I really like how the little purse
you held yesterday for these pix is the one you carried
as a flower girl* in North Carolina when you were four.
Now you’re 9, closer to 10, and ‘way over halfway to 18.
And you know what else I like? That your grandparents
were born, and I was born, and your dad was born and
everybody else was born and I like how it’s always spring
somewhere, and always a great day to love and be loved.
~~~ end of poem ~~~
(Oh, and I like how Kitty got into the first photo beautifully!!)
Posted by Mom with love on Easter Sunday afternoon as the aroma of roasting prime rib fills the house.
xoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo
* Yes, my darling peeps, you’ll see the flower girl photos one day, of course!!
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Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 10 April 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Some feet worry holes in floors,
while others sneak in through back doors.
Some feet tiptoe late at night
up the trellis and out of sight.
Some feet rush down subway stairs
to catch fast trains that go nowhere.
Some feet laze by pools where maids
bring fluffy towels and lemonade.
But the bestest feet of all
belong to someone cute and small.
Whoever could that small one be?
My one, my only — Sweetie Pea.
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The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 15 February 2011 @ 11:49 AM
It was Valentines’ Day.
She was nine years old.
She had a present from her mom to open.
What-oh-what could it be?
Napkins?
That’s weird.
It felt warm.
Probably ’cause it was 75 degrees in Austin, Texas.
Ooooo, shiny.
Shiny is good.
And it’s a……
it’s a…..
CHEESEBURGER!!!
“Moooooooooooommmm.”
But look — a card.
And cash! Wow, a whole two bucks!!
Now she could get some fries too!!!
Hmmmn….. the burger actually looked pretty good.
And she WAS hungry after a long day at school.
Tasty!!
But wait, the mom was going to blog this, right?!
Yep!
“Mooooooooooommmm.”
Anybody read that book? I did in high school but forget what it’s about.
Nowto hit publish, see what’s for lunch, play my blue guitar and sing.
Then bloghop at the library, where the computers are so fast!
Whoooo-hooooo.
Posted with love, by Jannie
xoxoxo
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