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First things first.
Apr. 4th, 2008 07:56 amOn this day, too many years ago now to worry about, my baby brother was born. My dad took me out to Pizza Hut to celebrate, and we had the huge circular corner booth to ourselves (the things you think are important when you're 7...).
Since then, he's been a typical pain of a little brother, then grew taller, got more interesting, and well, he's the Kid now. And always will be.
Happy Birthday Kid.
Since then, he's been a typical pain of a little brother, then grew taller, got more interesting, and well, he's the Kid now. And always will be.
Happy Birthday Kid.
Happy Birfday, Bro!
Apr. 4th, 2006 08:43 amThere's a reason I call my son the Boy. That's because the Kid is my brother--has been since just about the time he got taller than me. (Older sister has to show she's in charge somehow.) And that brother is marking another turn aroud the sun today. Yay!
Later the Boy and I are going up to take the Kid out for lunch. Another tradition that I started, well, about when I could drive, or when I get out of the house, I can't remember which. We'd go out for dinner, just the two of us, and catch up. When he went off to college in New York and was out of reach, I sent him gift certs to his fave restaurants to enjoy with a friend or two. And this year, I can't do dinner, but I do have a highly portable son that likes to go out, so we're having lunch, just the three of us.
The Boy's bag is packed, the Kid's present is wrapped and by the front door, my clothes are picked out, and the Boy is down for his nap. I'm off to order more findings and other fun stuff, then shower and finish getting ready.
So Kid, if you can read this, many happy returns and all that stuff.
Later the Boy and I are going up to take the Kid out for lunch. Another tradition that I started, well, about when I could drive, or when I get out of the house, I can't remember which. We'd go out for dinner, just the two of us, and catch up. When he went off to college in New York and was out of reach, I sent him gift certs to his fave restaurants to enjoy with a friend or two. And this year, I can't do dinner, but I do have a highly portable son that likes to go out, so we're having lunch, just the three of us.
The Boy's bag is packed, the Kid's present is wrapped and by the front door, my clothes are picked out, and the Boy is down for his nap. I'm off to order more findings and other fun stuff, then shower and finish getting ready.
So Kid, if you can read this, many happy returns and all that stuff.
Just a silly thing
Jul. 20th, 2005 09:30 amMy Granddaddy, in the throes of Alzheimer's, said some funny stuff. This one seemed appropriate for the time of year and weather:
"Some days it's too hot to fart."
I'm glad my Grandaddy, well, the person he became with the Alzheimer's, had a sense of humor. It made tending him easier on my Grandmother, when she could find things to laugh about.
"Some days it's too hot to fart."
I'm glad my Grandaddy, well, the person he became with the Alzheimer's, had a sense of humor. It made tending him easier on my Grandmother, when she could find things to laugh about.
