A Boy and His Grandmother

Recently I ran across an old picture.

This would be Danny Dearest with his grandmother, Momma May (I hope the spelling of that is correct), about 57 years ago when he was about one year old.  Doesn't he seem happy to be  with his gramdmother.

Flash forward about 45 or so years and you get this...

That is me with Mr. Jacob at about the same age as Danny Dearest with HIS grandmother.

Grandma's just love those little boys.

Memories, Pressed Between the something of the something

On our recent trip to Kentucky (see previous post) something that had been hidden for 37 years rose to the top.  I give you...

Danny Dearest and I the Christmas before we were married (that would be 1974 by the way).  My, my, my how impossibly young we look.  And my, my, my how impossibly THIN we look.  But you have to be thin to wear snazzy double knit bell bottoms like I am in this picture.

Just look at the way Danny Dearest is gazing at me with adoring eyes and I, of course, am looking modestly downward.  That would be me... always modest, shy and retiring.

Now, in contrast, the other day I posted on Facebook some age progression pictures of Danny Dearest and I.

These photos show how Danny Dearest and I will look in another 35 years,  Now when I posted these to Facebook there were several questions about what Danny Dearest is wearing around his neck.  I can assure you that it is neither a beaded eyeglass holder or a string of pearls (as was suggested by his "friends" on Facebook).  This picture was taken in New Orleans and those would be Mardi Gras beads a-swinging around his neck.

So look at the first picture and the second set of pictures.  Which would you rather be?  The impossibly young (and thin) 20 year olds or the more experienced folks of 93 in the second set of pictures.  Given all that Danny Dearest and I have done, seen, lived through, and loved, I vote for the second set. 

I can't wait to be 93 with him.

My Old Kentucky Home

So Danny Dearest and I returned yesterday afternoon from our yearly trip to Kentucky.  We visited with family and attended my 40th (gasp!) high school reunion.  Baby Susan joined us there with Mr. Jacob and Miss Emily.  ATVs were rode, fish were caught, and stories (true, untrue, and simply exaggerated) told.

But one of the highlights was...

the four generation pedicure.

This would be Baby Susan, Miss Emily, Mamagran (my mom), and me.  This was interesting for all kinds of reasons but the primary one was that this was my mom's FIRST pedicure EVER!  And she loved it. I expect her next one to have sparkles on her big toe!

And then there was our four generation picture.

SO HOW CUTE IS THIS!!!

But I could not leave Mr. Jacob and Daddygran out of the fun.

Betcha wish you had one of these pictures!

(Photography and computer skills...credit goes to Danny Dearest. He can be handy to have around)

NKOTB

When Baby Susan reached the dreaded middle school years she developed, as most young girls do, a crush on some sort of celebrity.  Her celebrity of choice was a boy band.  New Kids On the Block.  Hereafter to be referred to as NKOTB (just to show how amazing HIP and WITH IT her mom is).

Danny Dearest and I tolerated this obsession as well as two HIP and WITH IT parents could who also happen to have a little taste in music.  We sort of cultivated an altitude that this too will pass.

Except it didn't, pass that is.  Baby Susan has recently attended reunion concerts at which these aging "boy" band members sing and attempt to get their bodies to recreate the moves of their youth.

And she loves every minute.

And then yesterday I saw this on the web.

Baby Susan, this is for you.

And remember.  He sings this Old Navy catalog for YOU.

Mr. Jacob

Eleven years ago today something very special happened.  Mr. Jacob came into our lives and nothing has been the same since.

He was a sweet baby who is growing into a sweet young man.  And I can't be prouder of  him.

I can't wait to see what kind of adult he will be.  But if this is any indication, perhaps he will be a lot like his memaw.

I love you my little man.

Excitement in the Southwest

**As a side note. I had numerous technological problems while trying to write this post.  But I didn't want to disappoint my fans (All two of you.  Hi, Mom!) so I persevered and managed to get this on line.**  

So Saturday, Danny Dearest and I loaded up the family truckster and headed up the highway towards the metropolis of Hatch. 

Along the way we did a little geocaching.  If you don't know what geocaching is I have heard it described as using multi-million dollar satellites to find tupperware in the woods.  Or, as I like to call it, hiking for geeks.  It is fun and we DO enjoy it.

But then we arrived in...

 And whenever we travel to Hatch we have to visit Sparky's.

 Let's go in for a closer look.

So how cute is that! We go there for..

Yes, we go there for the green chile cheeseburger.  Danny Dearest and I ordered our burgers and sat down to eat.  I had every intention of snapping a picture of that delicious burger to share with you but...

I am sorry to report that my appetite over ruled my brain and this is what was left when I remembered that I wanted to take a picture.  Oops, so sorry!

So after our Sparky's green chile cheeseburger we headed back down the highway to home. And then we sat at home digesting.  

I know.  Will the excitement ever end?

I Can Fly! I Can Fly! I Can Fly!

Well, I did it. 

I signed up for the Tinkerbell Half-Marathon. Plucked down an exorbitant amount of money in registration fees (It IS Disney, after all. Someone has to pay for all that cute.) and made reservations at The Disneyland Hotel.

When I cross the finish line in January, I will be a 58 year old diabetic memaw with hypertension and fibromylagia who has a had a stroke.

And I will get one of these...

I can fly!  I can fly!  I can fly!