She is

My Little Sister. A baby sister. I remember when she arrived ~ she came packaged with the most beautiful name of all. She had curly hair. Wispy. But the back of it was always in curls. Mom taught her to drink coffee. She still does. She became one of those companion-type children once the rest of us were in school. was probably a good thing, cause i don't think we had any pets at the time. she became our pet. big brother called her kahuna-nana or buanni. i think he was trying to say princess in some foreign language. she was a princess. all of us girls are. and now...we are all old enough to be queens. she grew up in a different world than the rest of us. even a baseball bat to MY nose couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted. she's grown up to be a good people. sometimes more than good. and i loves her. even when she is just a bratty little sister. somewhere in the midst of it all, she makes me smile a smile for her.

happy birthday little sister. .....no.... happy birthday DEAR sister.

love you...50 more to come

geo

All In A Day's Work

Yes, that is Banger. On the job. Looking out for me and you. She's tuff. She's ruff. Shes a banger! No hoodlums nearby. If only her driver would come back!

ta daaaaa

a did it. she's a master. public administration. mmmmmmmmmmmm watch out! even the csub president said there are 37 open spaces in the ca senate tonight that could easily be occupied by one of the 147 masters candidates that were awarded their diploma at the end of their hard run race. (i love politcally motivated speaches. especially when the money is all dried up.)

ya dun good, a. we are proud of you. use it wisely ~ serve wholeheartedly.


peace out.

dog days .....

the days have just been weaving themselves in and out of each other. we have certainly gone from spring to sizzling summertime. if i could just come up with away of not paying so much for electricity.....

banger is keeping us entertained. she has this little moose (she stole from cooper) that she loves. and she will bring it to you but it is understood that you are not to touch it. if you move towards it, she will yank it up with her teeth, perhaps let you grab it if you can pry it from her mouth. give it a toss across the room and she is there before it even lands. then she brings it back and starts the game all over again, and again, and again. pretend like you are going to take it from her and she likely to lunge at you just to let you know it is HER moosie. funny dog.