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Watch this from THIS year
That is my sweet daughter, Tara.
Watch this from LAST year.
This is my sweet daughter Tredessa flanked by my wonderful s-i-l, Dave and the irrepressible Luke Bodley.
That is my sweet daughter, Tara.
This is my sweet daughter Tredessa flanked by my wonderful s-i-l, Dave and the irrepressible Luke Bodley.
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good-looking
Hush, little baby don’t you cry
don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
no no no no don’t cry, don’t cry
Uncle Joe has a cabin by a lake near Aberdeen. Rocky fished there and brought home 12 of the best-ever walleye and we had a family fish fry the night after we all got home. Delish! {soft fried corn shells, guac and sour cream, cheese, the slaw with jalepenos, fresh tomato and cilantro salsa…omygosh…yummmmmm!}
No, these aren’t ours. These are google-images. We ate ours too fast to photograph them…but these? Bring back goooood memories!
Gavin and Guini spent the night and started asking for lunch 20 minutes after breakfast was over. You know what they wanted? That leftover fried walleye! They know a good thing when they taste it.
Gavin did a self-portrait photo shoot while here.
Good food with people you love intensifies the enjoyment all the way around. You may quote me on that!
So, thanks for the fish, Rocker-Bo. Gotta get you that boat so we can enjoy more-more-more!
P.S. And look: http://asoftplace.net/2010/06/hello-summer/ I found THESE after I posted about creating a SUMMER SANDBUCKET LIST the other day. Creative mommy/design blogs out there! I LOVE it!! Now I must make my own display like this! Good times in the summer!
NOTE TO SELF: Add {Mexico!!} to Summer Sandbucket List!
Guini said to Gavin, behind-my-back as I was making them lunch,
“Nonna is my favorite! I love Nonna.”
My heart melted a little right there ~ in the kitchen {watch out for the puddle}.
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the sunshine? Are you ready for the birds and bees, the apple trees, and a whole lot of fooling around
Three months of…nothing. Three months of everything! Summer was so great. I loved those last days of school: cleaning out my desk and hauling my No. 2 pencils home where they would be used for meaningless pursuits and drawing whatever I felt like. Time off from school!
I liked school. But I lived in anticipation of summer.
Pictured: Left, The dog just hangs out; Right, I snapped this quick shot of a sedum in my backyard. Then I saw grandbebe playthings in the background and realized THAT is really the beauty of summer…
…Where I would spend inordinate amounts of time reading, playing with friends, acting out plays with siblings, watching baseball, playing jacks, organizing neighborhood projects, making homemade macaroni and cheese or pork and bean sandwiches (which were delicious-take my word for it) and listening to music. I loved basking in the sun and speeding around on a bike at twilight. I loved driving around with the windows down and small dipped cones at the Dairy Queen. Collecting fireflies in jars was fun, hopscotch on the sidewalk was normal and a brand new jumprope begged to be used. I skipped-a-rope and hula-hooped on long summer days.
Summer was never boring because if I’d said I was bored, my chores list would have been increased. So I kept busy and it was fun. And wow, I miss it. Don’t you?
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the hot nights? Are you ready for the fireflies, the moonlit skies, and a whole lot of fooling around
Shouldn’t we all get a three month vacation when the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the pool is glistening? Shouldn’t we all get so much time off that when the fall comes around again and the lined paper goes on sale next to the argyle sweaters, we are thrilled to throw ourselves back in to it?
No more pencils, no more books No more teachers dirty looks No more math and history, Summer time has set us free

My red onions against the puffy-clouded, Colorado-blue sky. They are simply statuesque, very sculptural.
During my workaholic-super-achiever days, I’d get to the end of summer and realize that, as an adult, I’d “missed” summer. Because even though we don’t get them “off” from all responsibilities more like when we were kids, I still had definite ideas on what “summer” should be, simple things…Like homegrown tomatoes, dinners of grilled steak and corn on the cob, big bowls of potato salad and ice cream in the backyard. I’d think of summer as being how many glasses of iced tea I’d enjoyed on the patio after a long, hard day in the yard or garden. I’d wish to have read a book, a really good book that had taught me something new and to have stayed outside until that last shred of light was gone on countless summer evenings. And yes, there should have been at least one miserable sunburn.
And for too many years, come Labor Day, I would look back and realize I hadn’t done any of those things. Or way too few.
See the bee in the middle picture?
So my advice to you? My advice to me? Plan now. Make your list and check it twice. What will you have to have enjoyed by Labor Day to know, that even though we are all grown up and have jobs and lives and responsibilities, you also had your “summer vacation”? What are those things for you? It will be like a Bucket List for Summer. Let’s call it, hmmm….a Sandbucket List. I will get mine started….(o, there will be more)…
“Summer breeze makes me feel fine, blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind….” Song: Summer Breeze by Seals and Croft
So there you have it. My Sandbucket List for right now. I will keep adding. Get your pen and paper out and start making yours. Tell me what you’ll be up to!
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the good times?…*
*LYRICS: “Are You Ready for the Summer” from the movie classic, Meatballs (1979) starring Bill Murray.
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow And each road leads you where you want to go My wish for you is that this life becomes all you want it to Your dreams stay big and your worries stay small… And while you’re out there gettin’ to where you’re gettin’ to I hope you know somebody loves you… Yeah, this is my wish…*
The first one. The first grandson, the first grandbebe. I wonder how long I can keep calling him my grand-bebe? Forever, I hope?
And wow, God gave me a good one. Gavin is only 7, yet he already possesses and incredible work ethic. He is caring and watchful, a leader, but a servant, too. He shoulders responsibility and loves little babies. Spongebob Squarepants makes him laugh and superheroes inspire him to fly.
He’s got red hair and freckles and boundless energy. He is respectful and has a great outlook on life. He believes the best in everyone, thinks school is great and even his sisters sing his praises, “Gavin is a good brother,” Gemma May recently told me. They love their big brother.
I hope you never look back and you never forget I hope you always forgive and you never regret And you help somebody every chance you get That you’ll find God’s grace in every mistake And always give more than you take…*
The day you were born, Gavin Lee Kelley, the company I worked for was in crisis and I was working another 16-hour day, firing people, closing down locations in the area, responding as needed. It was hard to tell people, some who’d mentored me earlier in that job, that they wee no longer needed – we were going to make it go without them. I came home that day on my crutches with my broken foot, and could barely drag myself up the stairs when I was told, “Stephanie is at the hospital having the baby.” I wasn’t really sure I wanted to be a grandma yet, and I had just had the saddest, most draining day but you were on your way.
And didn’t you just change everything? You made me a Nonna. And you made my heart explode with hope and joy and love. You made what I thought was the worst day ever the BEST day! And you still do that – 7 years later. When Gavin is around – it is a good day! A really, really good day!
Thank-you for the hugs and kisses even though you’re such a big kid now. Thanks for gardening with me and for loving tomatoes as much as me. We are going to have a great gardening year, Gav! I love you for always. I will never, ever get over you.
This is my wish, my wish for you I hope you know somebody loves you May all your dreams stay big…
* LYRICS: portion of “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts
Col. Dave Shaver wrote about it CLICK HERE, “Teach Your Children the Importance of Memorial Day,”
Apples4theteacher.com gives ideas on observing for kids and families, CLICK HERE.
Visiting the mamala and the papala with two of my sweets, Tara and Tredessa. Avoiding Branson on Memorial Day weekend, though I do want to do Sight and Sound’s Noah’s Ark show soon, and maybe tour the “Titanic.” Just not THIS time.
Tara is THRIVING on the humidity and believes she was born for it. Ay-yi-yi!
Even though I have never lived here, home is, at least partly, where mom and dad are. Always.
I think I am going to watch it. Let’s see what they are all about…
Tara, Tredessa and I are visiting my mamala and papala. We are making them watch M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village (2004).
Ten Reasons to watch it again:
Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.