JAKE: Age 3
We went to buy new sneakers for the approaching start of "itty bitty sports." Afterward, I wanted to check out a new Mexican Furniture store that had just opened. From the moment we walked in, Jake wanted to leave. It wasn't his kind of shopping experience. Not a toy or lollipop anywhere in sight. I kept saying we'd go in a minute, and asked him to walk around with me. "GramAnne can we go now," was his repeated request.
Then, in a loud voice, "I can FAWT with my AWMS when I'm naked."
"What did you say,?" I asked knowing full well what he'd said but couldn't believe my ears.
"I can FAWT with my AWMS when I'm naked," he repeated.
Of course we fled the store, I was choking with laughters, and Jake got what he wanted. The amazing mind of a three year old to realize that if he said something outrageous I would leave faster than anyone could blink.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Home Grown Pickles
If you are an old phart or an old beautiful and you don't read the comic strip, "Pickles," you should start. Sometimes it is me, sometimes it is him, and sometimes I can't relate at all . . . . but it is fun to check it out.
The other morning, reading the paper and drinking coffee, with our wonderful daughter having spent the night, we had our own home grown pickles moment. I said, "Was that the hawk whistling?"
We often hear them flying overhead and it is always a thrill. Our wonderful daughter said, "No, I think it was Dad's nose."
The other morning, reading the paper and drinking coffee, with our wonderful daughter having spent the night, we had our own home grown pickles moment. I said, "Was that the hawk whistling?"
We often hear them flying overhead and it is always a thrill. Our wonderful daughter said, "No, I think it was Dad's nose."
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Hey, hey . . . I'm a blogger!
Hi everyone. My name is GramAnne and I'm gonna dish some good stuff on my new blog, I hope. I would love to be a wordsmith like the WSJ's Peggy Noonan, and I also love the wise and wonderful simplicity of USA Today's Craig Wilson. I think it is pretty amazing that he GETS PAID to just talk about normal stuff. Hopefully, I can fall somewhere in the middle. So here goes the Inaugural Blog by GramAnne . . . .
The Olde Phart and me, The Beautiful Person, live on the High Mesa overlooking Oro Valley and Tucson, Arizona. We have three absolutely amazing and wonderful daughters, two handsome sons-in-law, two smartest-ever grandsons, Hugh and Jake, and two miniature, brother and sister, dachshund's, Kodai and LuluBelle.
I first came to Tucson from Southern California, in 1956 to attend the University of Arizona. One of my two best friends, Helen Fannie Bartlett Hudson Lovaas and I came together. Her dad worked for Union Pacific so we had a sleeper car. The train stopped in the middle of the night and the sounds of stopping woke me up. I pulled up my window shade for a peak at the outside, and immediately had to wake up Helen. "The mountains aren't pink," I said with much disappointment.
When we arrived at the old train station, we disembarked wearing dresses, hats and gloves. There is a picture in the UofA Dessert of our big arrival.
Tucson was still pretty much a sleepy little college town in those days. At the beginning of my Sophomore year, I met Ron, aka Tex, aka Crockett, Walker, the love of my life. We married between our Junior and Senior year. Our life has been an adventure, full of wonder and wonderfulness. We are blessed and those blessings overwhelm me daily. So, stay tuned, and we'll get on with the telling.
The Olde Phart and me, The Beautiful Person, live on the High Mesa overlooking Oro Valley and Tucson, Arizona. We have three absolutely amazing and wonderful daughters, two handsome sons-in-law, two smartest-ever grandsons, Hugh and Jake, and two miniature, brother and sister, dachshund's, Kodai and LuluBelle.
I first came to Tucson from Southern California, in 1956 to attend the University of Arizona. One of my two best friends, Helen Fannie Bartlett Hudson Lovaas and I came together. Her dad worked for Union Pacific so we had a sleeper car. The train stopped in the middle of the night and the sounds of stopping woke me up. I pulled up my window shade for a peak at the outside, and immediately had to wake up Helen. "The mountains aren't pink," I said with much disappointment.
When we arrived at the old train station, we disembarked wearing dresses, hats and gloves. There is a picture in the UofA Dessert of our big arrival.
Tucson was still pretty much a sleepy little college town in those days. At the beginning of my Sophomore year, I met Ron, aka Tex, aka Crockett, Walker, the love of my life. We married between our Junior and Senior year. Our life has been an adventure, full of wonder and wonderfulness. We are blessed and those blessings overwhelm me daily. So, stay tuned, and we'll get on with the telling.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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