Friends Iss Friends Forevah...

SweetCheeks Rewound.....
An early post....

We always seem to have our deepest
conversations

with SweetCheeks

in the car.

We drive.

She talks.

Sometimes MyHero argues with her.

I never do.

She is smarter than either of us.

Before speaking her mind

She shows us that she can

Lick her toes.

What a talent!

The kid should be in the circus.

Oh~ Wait..I forgot..

Anywhere she is~

There IS a circus.The topic of conversation today is...FRIENDS.

Papa-she says very seriously,

Papa- Yoah is sooo sadd.

Why? He wants to know.

Why am I sad?

Cuz, Papa, yoah doan haf eny frwends!

Sure I do, he responds.

Noah-yoah doan...yoah doan haff eny frwends.

He says..Yes, I do! You're my friend, aren't you?

Noah! I NOT YOAH FRWEND! I'HM Nana's frwend.

Nannee hass lossa frwends.

Her has sum old frwends...

Oooppps...I think she meant..

OLD friends-Like Lucky

Who wasn't Lucky at all but

that's a story for another day.

An' Papa, Ria iss my one twrue frwend!

An'...She is my bestest frwend~
(at the moment-but don't hold your breath-that's just for today)

An' Lulu haf sum frwends that comhes to sleepovahs...

Lulu even has a new shirt that says what all

7 year old girls think!And Mimi & Mama haff sum frwends that

go to parties or sumfin.

(that's me-back row-4th from left)

So Papa explains in deadly detail all about

His friends.

He insists he DOES have friends.

He has two special friends that live in Florida.

So, he tells her in earnest tones..
You see, SweetCheeks...

I do have friends.

There is no answer!

Our Little Miss doesn't care because..

Once again...

She has fallen asleep

leaving Papa to

splutter all to himself

SweetCheeks And The Brain Clinic

Now...

This might look like

any old Sears store

to you.

If you think it is

JUST THAT~

a

SEARS STORE..

you would be

sadly mistaken...

No this one has an

optical department

where my

oh-so-handsome

son-in-law got

glasses.

You can see him all duded

up with glasses on here.

My daughter and the TRIO

(Lulu, Ria & SweetCheeks)

went along to help Daddy

pick out his new glasses.

While he was in

getting his eyes tested

the girls made a

wonderful discovery.

There was a table and chairs

set up for sweet little

customers...

AND..

because going to the

eye doctor involves

bringing your head with you,

SweetCheeks decided

to open a

BRAIN CLINIC.

She set up shop

in the corner with

a little table and chairs.

Standing up she announced..

The BRWAIN CLINICK

isss

OPEN FOHR BUZNIZZ

an' I ahm the Doctah...

RIA-

Take a seat and

I gonna see whut

is wrong wiff you.

I haff my owhn chomputah

rihigt hearh..

*click...click...click*

I gotta check my

monatar hearh...

Oh~No~

Ria...

We haff a seeriouhs probleham

hearh...

What is it, SweetCheeks?

Lemmme just studdy this repoart..

*big sigh*

What is it, SweetCheeks?

What is the big problem?

Yoarh brwain is jellyfish!

Serhiously!!!

Ohkay, Lulu...

Isss yoah turhn now...

*click...click...click*

Thiss is vearhy seeriouhs..

It is?

Yep! Yoah haff a bad braihn...

I do?

Yep!

Can you fix it?

Noah--Yoah gonna hafta go to

the skeery doctah now...

Dass..all...

The clinick is closed fohr biznezz.

Thank you, Lord!

Thank you for preserving ME..

Thank you for not making ME

go to

The Brain Clinic.

Thank you for not allowing

her to diagnose me...

I'm afraid she might try to operate!

Secrets- I Have A Secret-

Did you come here

looking for

a

MURDER MYSTERY?

Huh?

Or did you come here

looking to see

who I was going to

DISH THE DIRT

on?

Did you?

Well,

MY SECRET

is..

I have a

SECRET AGENT

in my family!

'Deed I do..

She's a Federal Agent

and

I never show her picture here..

nor do I ever mention her real name

I just call her

TheSecretAgent.

TheSecretAgent

is married to

MamasBoy-

(who has earned his moniker)

He always loved his

Mama (ME)

when he was little..

and he still

loves his Mama today..

Although he would

never come right out

and SAY

I LOVE MY MOM..

But we all know he does.

Now, the BEST PART

of MamaBoys life

is..

TheSecretAgent.

If you ever get a

daughter-in-law

I hope you are blessed

to get one like this..

One who gives you,

for no apparent reason,

little gifts like this

little plaque

that says...

Crummy picture I took

but you get the idea..

It sits on my desk where

I see it every time I open

up my computer.

AND..

At Christmas..

where lots of people

just paste any old tag

on a present

TheSecretAgent

makes each tag

a presentation

in itself...

I saved all of mine..

because they are

little works of art...

Is that cute, or what?

But...

so far...

my FAVORITE gift

came in a

red & white box

filled with

red & white notes..

one memory

for each 60 years..

written by her

and

MamasBoy.

Here's my favorite one

from her...
You know what it says?

It Says..

Every time I notice another similar trait we share

I realize MamasBoy only loves me because I remind

him of you.

Now...doesn't that make you

want to cry from joy?

It did!

It made me want to cry from joy!

I did!

I did cry a little bit...

cuz I think that's the nicest

thing a daughter-in-law

could ever say...

And I realize that...

I am blessed!!!!

Then I got to thinking...

But..

But...

if she is just like me....

I hope when he acts up..

and smarts off..

Wellll....

I'm hoping she doesn't spank him

cuz that would just be weird);>)

The Meeting- SweetCheeks Does Starbucks

I picked our little

SweetCheeks up from her

other Gramma's house

on my way home from work.

I was supposed to drop her

off at her own house

but we had an hour to kill

before we could do that.

So..Where better to spend

an hour of time than....

Where?

You know...You have been

reading my posts, right?

Starbucks.

Can you say Starbucks?

S-T-A-R-B-U-C-K-S

They smile and greet

me like a long-lost friend

at Starbucks.

That is because I

am their sole supporter.

I quit going there...

Starbucks closes...

simple as that!

Hey- I don't drink.

I don't do drugs,

I don't party hearty..

I just do

STARBUCKS.

And, sad to say,

they are NOT paying

me to say this.

Anyway,

as we are pulling in

SweetCheeks says..

Letsss get a tabhle so we

can hafve a meeting.

A meeting?

Yesss..we gonna hafve to hafve

a meeting cuz that is whut

you arhe suppossta do, Nana,

when you go to Starhbucks.

Okay..

An, Nana?

Yes, honey?

Don't forget my Vanilla Steamah.

Here it is..

just for you..

sip..sip..sip..

Hey! Thiss isss NOT 100 duhgrees, Nana.

Yes..it is..

Noh...isss too hot to drhink...is not 100 duhgrees.

(What 4 year old even knows the temperature

of a Starbucks steamer for pity's sake)

I take it over to the counter

and ask for some ice.

SweetCheeks says it is more than 100º

I tell Mike, the bald barrista,

one of my favorites... behind the

counter (is a guy a barrista-if he's a guy?)

Oh, was it supposed to be 100º? he asks.

It's probably about 120º-I make them

a little warmer.

Ah- yes..

You-know-who has heard

the whole conversation.

See, Nana...I tole you it

was NOT 100º an you know why?

No, SweetCheeks, Why?

(I give up easier these days).

Becuz, Nanneee, you

forhghot to tell them to

make it 100º!

So, I did..shoot me..

Whut?

Never mind.

How about some lemon cake?

Iss that whole piece forh me?

(they usually split it 3 ways

but I am in good humor today)

Yep! All for you.

An' Nana?

Yes, sweetie?

Thass not cake..that iss bread

cuz iss in a loaf..

isss bread wiff icing.I gonna eat the icing off furst.

Thass very good, Nana.
Will you get me a forhk?
Sure..what do you want a fork for?
Cuzz I'm not 'llowed to haff a knife.
NO KIDDING? REALLY
Sarcasm is lost on this kid.
Really Nana..cuzz I might cut myself..
or sumbuddy or sumthin'.

Now, I gohnna cut it up
into pieces..
Why are you doing that?
Cuzz if you pick it up and eat
it whole when it getts to
youhr stummick it is all
bahck togethur again and iss
all one big piece.
Really?
Yep! An' then you cahn get
sick an haff a headache or sumthin'.
GET IT?
I got it alright!
What about the whole top you
ate off with the icing on it..
you didn't cut that into little pieces.
Thasss whut I ahm talking 'bout..
an' I doan wanna haff the rest
join it into one big piece.
(big sigh after this explanation)

I better cutt these pieces in
haff now too..cuzz they look too bihg.You know whut else, Nana?
What?
They taste bettah this way too.Well, I see your cake is gone.
Iss not CAHKE..Remembah?
oh- I mean I see your bread is gone..
Yesss an' it wuss reahlly good!
Nana?
Yes?
This iss a really good meeting,
isn't it?
Yep! It sure is.. Nana..this is the
bestest meeting EVAH!
Yes.it.is..the best old meeting ever!Nana- You know whut?
Nope..what?
I lofve coming to Stahrbucks!
Me too, SweetCheeks~Me too!

And soon, all too soon,
she will be in school..
and busy with her friends and her
own little life..
but..
today
just for today..
she was mine.

I Had A Dream

Now let me tell you...

MY DREAM

was

NOTHING LIKE
Martin Luther King's Dream

(God Rest His Soul)

Now THAT man

had a REAL dream..

but me?

Well, I have more

convoluted dreams...

and let me tell you..

this one was way

out there..

cuz it involved

family..

and two Internet friends..

and chickens!

Yes!

I. Said. Chickens.

Oh.....

and one surprise

that I am saving for

the end.

So..

If you are looking to read

a little foolishness

you have come to

the right place.

'Deed you have.

Remember Miss Cleo?

The Psychic?

Yeah?

The all knowing-

all seeing-

Miss Cleo?

She could "read" you

on the telephone.

Now..I'm not saying

that there aren't

some people that have

the gift.

I think I have a bit of it

myself...yes..I do...

But..it kinda makes you

wonder that if

Miss Cleo was

so all-knowing

and all-seeing..

WHY didn't

she see the

end to her

empire coming?

Why didn't she

see the

FTC

coming to haul her butt

into court?

Yeah..

kinda makes you wonder.

My DREAM

has deep-reaching

psychological

connections.

It starts with Jayme

over at

TheCoopKeeper.

Do you know Jayme?

oh..if you don't..

you MUST visit.

She is funny..

Not "crazy funny"

(well maybe a bit but

we won't talk about that here).

No..she is just funny!

Good for a daily laugh-funny.

Anyway,

the dream started in her

farmhouse..she was baking..

and talking about her chickens..

Yes..yes...she has chickens..

Really STRANGE chickens..

sorry-Jayme..just sayin'

And-you know how in a dream

it just jumps from subject

to subject with no

apparent connection?

Well, next I was at

Karen's ThisOldHouse...
and she was talking about

chicken coops

(cuz they are ready to build one

come Spring).

She likes

this one...

and this one...

If you haven't visited her before you

need to so..she has a wonderful

house that is beautifully done..

beams to sigh for...

ANYWAY~

I don't "know" either of

these women...

outside of BlogLand.

I will probably never meet them..

(unless I go to some CHICKEN SHOW)

Not saying that's not a possibility given

my feather-brained life...

But..in my dream..

.just as I am about to

walk out to Karen's yard to

see her chicken coop

my brother-in-law,

Steve,

pops up on the walk beside me.

Now..I only see him in the

Summer because he and his wife

do traveling missionary work..

they build churches

as part of their charity work.

so..then he says..

Hi!

Did you know I was going

to build this coop?

Uh...no...

Yep! It's gonna have a steeple.

Really?

Uh-huh..

and on Sundays all the chickens

have to go out in the

yard and Jayme is going to

sing and we are gonna

hold services.

Really?

Now..let me tell you this..

in the DREAM..

that ALL made perfect

sense.

I'm sure Miss Cleo would

figure out what the dream was all about..

Something about

"lofty aspirations"

or

"birds of a feather"

or

"you're way too cocky"

something along those lines..

and..

while I was pondering

how that was going to

work (in my dream)

I looked over and

saw this...A giant rabbit with my grandkids..

seriously folks..

What do you think THAT means?

I have bad news for

Jayme and Karen..

I think...

well, I THINK it means

that they should forget the

chickens and

build pens for

rabbits that lay

Easter Eggs..

and that's all I'm gonna say about that.

If you would like me to

interpret any of

YOUR DREAMS

please feel free to

send me all your cash

and your firstborn.

I do NOT

accept American Express.

Packer' Up - Let's Go!

Blurry First Photo Alert
Ha!

I'll bet you thought I was

talking about moving,

didn't you?

Cuz most of you know

that we have moved

about a gazillion times...

and stay tuned cuz

that might happen again..

soon.

But THIS Packer is

my little blue-eyed

BabyE.

I don't post as often about

him..

although I love him just as much.

He lives further away..

about 100 miles..

so I don't see him

3 or 4 times a week

like I do the little girls.

AND..

capturing a shot of him
when he is NOT moving

is like trying to

catch the wind in

a sandwich bag..,

Hard to do.

Here he is after

Super Bowl Sunday..

All packed up and ready to go.

See..I told he moved a lot...

resulting in a blurry picture.His cousin, Lulu,

lifts him up

for a good-bye kiss.

Do you think the

finger-in-the-air

means

WAIT A MINUTE HERE?

OOOHHH~

NO it doesn't..

It means..

Let's see if we can stick a

fnger up Lulu's nose!

Which causes her to giggle.

It is a long ride home

for our

Littlest Packer Fan..

And when he gets home

and gets his

winter suit off..

he lays his head on

his Mama's sofa

and looks like

this.

Is that the sweetest face ever-

or what?

Prelude To A Dance

It is a lot of work

to get ready for a

Father- Daughter Dance.

You must take a bath..

and then get your hair done.

Lulu's hair looks like this

in the back...Look how much she loves

having her hair sprayed...Ria's hair, because it is curly,

has snarls and needs to

be combed out.

She sits very still

because she does

not want the curling iron

to burn her.When her hair is done it

looks like this.Last up?

Well, of course it is

SweetCheeks.

SweetCheeks..Sit Still~

I ahm and yoah

is hurhting me...No! Mama's not hurting you

SweetCheeks!

Yess hers is!

And that fing in my haihr

is hot and gonna burn me..There-Are you burned yet?

Noh..

Wait til you see

your pretty curls,

SweetCheeks.I chan't see itt cuz

itt is behind my eyes, Nana!

(said in a rather disgusted manner)

Well, you're almost done..

you can see it in the

mirror in a minute.Look-You are almost done.

Mom!

What?

I hate hair spray cuz it

iss all sticky or sumfing.

Close your eyes

so the spray doesn't get in them.

I ahm..

but I can't see what you arhe doing now.

Doesn't matter~

You are done!

Your hair is done!

Time to get dressed

and have your picture taken

with your

Daddy!My handsome son-in-law

loves his little girls!

'Deed he does!

He loves Lulu...

Wait!

WHO IS THAT GIRL?

OH!

It IS Lulu!

And Daddy loves Lulu,

his firstborn.And he loves his sweet

and beautiful

little Ria.

The girl with the

naturally curly hair~Come on SweetCheeks~

Daddy has a corsage for you too!

Huh?

What's a coarshage?

It's flowers for your wrist.

OH! Dey arhe pretty!

Hey! They iss too big

fohr my wrist, Nana!

We'll fix that SweetCheeks..

We'll take a couple of stitches

in the elastic band and it

will fit fine.

Arhe you gonna dance with me,

Daddy?

Yep!

I sure am!

Can we have a picture with

all three girls?OKAHY!

I am ready to go to the dance now.

Are you gonna dance with

a boy, SweetCheeks?

Pfffftt..Noh!

I gonna dance with

my Daddy.

An' if Justin BEAVER is therhe

Ria is gonna dance wiff him

cuz hers loves

Justin BEAVER.

And off they went!

When we get the pictures back

from the actual

dance-

I will share them here.