Can you tell me the name of the man in the big red suit? Yes Grammo! That is Santa Clause! Very good Olyvia!
Do you know the name of the reindeer with the shiny red nose? Everyone knows that’s Rudolph Grammo! Oh, right again Olyvia!
What about the name of the snowman? Grammo, that’s Olaf. Why, yes. Yes, it is!
Dedicated in loving memory to those long forgotten childhood games we played when life was simple and meant to be enjoyed.
Does anyone have a clue anymore? Remember the good ole days when you could walk to the edge of the river bank to kick back and go fish without a care in the world? Remember when we referred to battle as just a card game and not some racist bullshit we are surrounded with today?
It seems our government has a monopoly over our actions as though it is some covert operation. Agh! The damned yo-yo’s. Worse than a barrel of monkeys. Truth is it is our own mouth that puts us in jeopardy . It has nothing to do with government.
In scrabble we must think before we play a word. Isn’t it odd that we don’t think before we speak? And then what? Bingo! All of us, we end up throwing hand gestures and saying “I’m Sorry” until we are blue in the face. We’ve all gone marbles.
So many people in society today can barely connect four dots without expecting a handout. Ask these people what a payday is and they will look at you as though you are some master mind trying to trick them into a real life game of truth or dare. “Catch me if you can” they think to themselves.
Perhaps we should all abandon the dream of a fairy tale life in candy land singing high ho cherry o with guess who. We are at war with ourselves on our own private battleship.
This I do know: LIfe is a risk. A constant game of hide and seek. And try as you may, you will never master perfection.
It seems like just yesterday
I was so much older than you
But now it is today
And you are 47 too!
The thought of growing old(er) is terrifying. With every day, every month, every year there is “something” it seems. But if I am to grow old I couldn’t ask for a better man or more understanding partner to do it with. I hope we can make each other laugh and smile for many more years to come.
Live. Love. Laugh. Most of all … Laugh.
You know, you are my older brother.
Why didn’t you ever listen to Mother?
I remember the screaming well, don’t you?
You know you heard her, “Luv Ya Blue!”
Year after year you were defiant.
Never an Oiler, always a Giant.
You looked at Mom and boldly said
“I luv ya blue .. Blue and Red.”
You finally left Houston, had a chance to bolt
To support your new city and become a Colt
Support Peyton Manning? Oh dear God why?
You already had sweet little Eli.
So you stand there today,
confused and scratching your head,
Oh God Mom! Now they’re both Blue and Red
Let me remind you, my dear older brother
You really should have listened to mother
Luv Ya “Blue”. A rookie on our team?
No big brother this isn’t a dream
“Watt” just happened? Stop shaking your head
Cheer for Texans! Be a winner instead!
As much as I want to give you more grief,
There is for you a little relief.
I’ll give you some credit where credit is due,
You could have done like the others and be a Cowboy too.
Good Luck …you’re gonna need it!
My birthday week started with a family dinner
last week at Toby Keith’s.
Then moved on to NOLA with my girlfriend for a weekend of …
well even if I could remember I’d never tell.
And today had an awesome lunch with my wonderful husband
and red velvet cake and icecream tonight. YUMMY!
Oh yeah, after being legal for almost a year,
my husband bought me this little cutie for my birthday!
Getting old isn’t so bad!
When a little girl gets invited to a birthday party for one of her little boyfriends and the theme is “your favorite super hero”, you apparently don’t make her wear this:
This has a boy on it. And it is obviously meant to be worn by a boy. I have officially been schooled in female super hero attire:
Thank God the next party theme is “Frozen”. Hopefully I can get that right. Although she was in shock when I told her I didn’t know how to do an “Elsa” braid. Really? Let it go ….