I have worked my way through the bag of books brought in by my boss. Here are the latest titles I’ve added to my 2007 reading list. By the way, my boss LOVES southern flavor and most of the titles I have read from her books are set in the south. Just an interesting little tidbit.
Monthly Archives:February 2007
Happy birthday little Ladybug! Miss Kinzie, you are loved mightily and greathly and with all abandon by your Nana and Paw-Paw W.
Thank you for being a bright star in our lives.
Thank you, too, for carrying on a tradition that your Nana unwittingly started with your auntie Lessa.
A very long time ago (not for me, but for you, because you are so much younger) your Nana was going to have her first baby. And your Nana’s Grandma Abbott (that would be your Great-Great-Grandma Abbott)Â had a birthday coming up on February 16th. As the days came closer she was so very sure that your Auntie Lessa would be born on her special day.
I even fell down the second story wrought iron icy steps on the way to take Grandma Abbott some home-made soup and she thought SURE that would make your Auntie Lessa be born on HER (77th)Â birthday. But, even falling down steps would not make Auntie Lessa come a day sooner than SHE chose to come.
And, even though your Nana stayed pretty busy on Grandma Abbott’s birthday, cleaning house, washing the floors and clothes and dishes and anything else that could stand to be washed . . . even THAT did not make your Auntie Lessa come on Grandma Abbott’s special day.
Nope! Labor didn’t start until just after midnight, which, of course was February 17th! That, of course, assured Auntie Lessa of having her very own birthday.
Much the same thing happened when your Mama became pregnant with you, little one. Auntie Lessa got all sorts of excited because she was SURE that you would be born on HER 31st birthday.
You sure fooled her, huh? You have your very own, your own special-ist day . . . and that is today, the 18th.
Happy birthday, my girl!
love, Nana
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February 17th, 2007 / Categories: Family /
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Sweetie,
If I could give it all to you, you know that I would – if I could make it all better, I’d do that, too.
I can’t do either, so I simply do what all mother’s (including you) do –
I love you, I cry for you, I laugh with you, I pray for you, I LOVE you! With all the fierceness that a mother’s heart could bear – I love you.
Daughter of my heart, Daughter of my joy, Daughter of my soul . . .
Happy Birthday, Lessa!
if this were your daughter? Or if this were your son?Â
Yesterday I learned of a 12 year old sixth grader in a nearby school who received flowers for Valentine’s day while at school.
nice, right?
She thought so, too, and spent the next several periods showing them off and telling everyone who would listen where she had gotten them – and who had given them to her.
He’s a junior at the school next door! A junior! That makes him at LEAST sixteen years old, and probably seventeen years old. He is at least four years older than she – most likely five years older.
What is her mother thinking? What is this boy thinking? No, don’t answer that last question because, while I am much older, I still remember and can figure what he is thinking.
Now, get your head out of your pants and date girls your own age.
At least until she is 18 and can make up her own mind about how old her date is.
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February 14th, 2007 / Categories: Moose Nuggets /
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I have my computer back.
They said there was NO problem.
I think she just wanted to visit her maker.
Right, Lessa?