Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Christmas is a time for...Chocolate Kisses?
Thanks for covering for me Jo! And by the way I was the one who threw the grilled cheese behind the radiator, too. Dad's gone now, so I don't have to be afraid that he will...He looked me right in my eye and said if I ever find out that it was you!...YOu guys know the rest of the speech. It is funny now. Only because he's not here. But I still miss him for putting that much fear into life. That kind of fear, I have found teaches a person to lie very well under pressure. Not a very useful skill for a Christian. Anyway that is probably the thing that I do best now, though I try not to.
Everyday, when we were little, I used to go under the cabinet in the kitchen. The one under the window and eat a couple of sugar cubes from the box. I didn't know why they were there. I am not sure, if you guys were born for this conflict. Everyday!
One day the Rosarians came over for tea. Mom made those little sandwiches for them with the crusts cut off and all of the trimmings and to top it all off, she said, Jayne go under the cabinet and get the box of sugar cubes. GULP! Sugar cubes? For the Rosarians? They are not there. Yes they are. They are not. Yes they are. I ate them. You know what came next. All of St. Albans could hear her screaming about how I was going to get sick eating all of that sugar and that sugar causes diabetes and how could you. The women were coming over just then. Trouble, trouble, trouble. I guess I remember that story so well, because that is the one time I didn't lie and didn't get a spanking either? Go figure?
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Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.
My little Emmie
ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.
1 comment:
this one was a deep belly laugh:-)
Those Rosarians were like a gang with their Noon-chuck Rosaries.(LOL) I really do thank God for you~ not just because you took so much of the brunt of the punishments, but because you did so with such dignity and poise. I will never forget the cutting board cracking into two pieces& Dad's thundering roar: "Do you want more?" and you quietly with no sense of fear saying "No Thank you."
With the Chocolate Kiss: I said I did it that time because I really did feel like one for all & still do. I Love you Jayne:)
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