LOOKING BACK- A STORY TO REMEMBER

Grab your coffee, tea or Coke

this is a ramble!

I did a post about this

early on--

when I first started blogging...

and....because I am going to

talk about a special

Christmas tradition later this week..

I wanted to acquaint some of my

readers with this first.

You have never seen a show

quite like a show

performed by

the one

the only

SWEETCHEEKS!

This happened several years ago..

and is as funny today

as it was then.

SweetCheeks is a performer of

extra-ordinary talent. It's a lot like

pay-per-view except she is

a lot more expensive.

Her best performances were usually

preceded by the words..

"Hey, guys..wanna see sumthin'?

(as if we had a choice)

She got the stunning new outfit you

see above for Christmas when she was three.

It seemed to fit her personality

which runs from flamboyant

to downright outrageous.

And, although she liked to pretend

she was a princess..

she was much better as her

own character.

Take a seat, ladies and gentlemen,

the show is about to begin.

This entailed lining up on the couch

in our assigned seats.

We always had to leave a space

(or two) for those "friends"

that we can't see.

(We knew they were there because

SweetCheeks told them where

to sit and they got the primo seats).

After we had plunked ourselves down,

the ticket collector took our stubs.

She looked suspiciously like the actor,

and director, and performer

of the show

we were about to see.

If it was an especially exciting show

we had to fasten our seat belts.

Don't ask because I don't know..

but I think "we" sometimes

had SHOWS and

AMUSEMENT PARK RIDES

a bit mixed up.

Makes no difference.

Here comes the announcement...

(told in present tense)

WADIES & GUNTULMANS..

WEWCUM TO THU SHOOW!

Now I gonna dance and sing

ouprah.

(that would be opera for those

in the know)

Oh Boy! I can't wait.

I am already laughing while

MyHero has that

deer-in-the-headlights-look

the one that means

OH NO-NOT AGAIN.

Buck up Buddy! This will

be over before you know it.

By the time the first few lines

of Jowly Old St. Nickkolus float out

I am suffused with laughter.

At this point

the show

STOPS!

THISSS PLAYH ISSS NOTT FUNNY!

NOW- Stay in yoah seats..

we are gonna haffta starht all

ovearh again!

This statement is accompanied by

a dramatic sigh and

an arm swiped across the brow.

The seat belts must be

refastened and tickets collected

once again.

The show resumes.

I look over at MyHero who

whispers out of the side of his mouth,

without moving his lips..

I can't wait for the intermission.

And, once again,

the strains of

JOWLY OLD ST. NICKOLUS

fills the room.

Every time I look back on that time

I am reminded of that precious little girl--

full of imagination and one that knew

she was adored.

She is a big girl now and 

adored just as much today

as she was then...

but-OH---how I miss that little girl sometimes.

All grown up---

and as you can see---

still performing!