October 18, 2010

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I’d get red and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head, I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name. But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do? Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him. Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’, he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile. And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’. I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s that name that helped to make you strong.” Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.” Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view and I think about him now and then. Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill […]
July 27, 2010

Childhood Memories

Skinned knees, climbing trees, forts of sheets, sugary sweets, hide-n-seek, taking peeks, Spaghetti O’s, pants with holes, summer nights, pillow fights, Christmas trees, play in leaves, eating dirt, dirty shirt, monkey bars, shooting stars, bright balloons, afternoons, school bell rings, choir sings, taking tests, try my best, friends fight, summer nights, friends play, summer day, snow fort, life’s short, memories, part of me, will not forget, will not regret, worth more than gold, a treasure to hold, thank God for these, Childhood Memories. © Ellen M. DuBois
June 28, 2010

Buttercups and Daisies

Buttercups and daisies- Oh the pretty flowers, Coming ere the springtime To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there. Ere the snowdrop peepeth, Ere the croscus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, Somewhere on a sunny bank Buttercups are bright; Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass Peeps the daisy white. Little hardy flowers Like to children poor, Playing in their sturdy health By their mother’s door: Purple with the north wind, Yet alert and bold; Fearing not and caring not, Though they be a-cold. What to them is weather! What are stormy showers! Buttercups and daisies Are these human flowers! He who gave them hardship And a life of care, Gave them likewise hardy strength, And patient hearts, to bear. Welcome yellow buttercups, Welcome daisies white, Ye are in my spirit Visioned, a delight! Coming ere the springtime Of sunny hours to tell- Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well.
May 16, 2010

ABY's in Space – A Journey to Remember

Part 1 We boarded the spacecraft; Mommy Sara, Mommy Ava, Mommy Maggy, Mommy Scarlet, Mommy Minnie, and Daddy Paul along for the ride were Cameron, ABJessie, and few others we kidnapped for the voyage. Everyone had a job to do. Cameron and ABJessie were in charge of the lights and sounds. Daddy Paul in charge of lasers, Scarlet was in charge of the speed controls, Mommy Maggy watched over the nursery, Mommy Ava set the course, and Mommy Minnie the radio, and Mommy Sara steered. They were a little hesitant as they set off on their journey sailing out into deep space. However, they we excited at the same time. As they ventured out into the glorious universe, they flew by Saturn and Mars and gazed in awe at the wonderment surrounding them. We floated effortlessly across the universe. Prologue: Together they shall embark upon a magical journey with many fun and some frightening adventures along the way. Come embark upon this ride with us as we explore it together and meet more caring and witty Mommies, Sitters, and Nannies. Meet fun and amusing Babies, and other mystical creatures along the way. Be part of something no one has been part of before, come explore with us here at phone a mommy together we shall make history as we set off into a dramatic saga of AaaaBbY’sssssss Innnnn Spaceeeeee! Departures are every 1st & 15th of the month beginning @ 8pm est. departure local :phoneamommy chatroom. No reservations needed. Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010
October 29, 2008

Happy Spooky Day!

Happy Halloween to everyone! I hope you get lots of goodies this week! I know I am hoping to chat with everyone on Friday at our Halloween Bash in the PhoneAMommy chatroom! That is one party I will not miss! How well do you really know your mommies, aunties, sitters, nannies and cousins, hmm? *giggles* Come see if you can guess! Happy Halloween everyone, hope to see your diapered little bottoms there! CousinJenna 1 888 430-2010
July 8, 2008

Yeah baby we do!

I love all the abies that I babysit for, however the blond ones hold a special little spot in my heart. Just like me, they tend to be free with their thoughts and expressions. They know what they want, and often times know just how to get it to. Nothing like a blond haired blue eyed abie looking up at you after they’ve done something naughty with the “I didn’t do it!” look on their faces. Sometimes I can’t help but laugh along. I suppose I know that look so well because I have used it in the past! lol! I would love to have a chance to get to know all those blond abies out their better! CousinJenna 1 888 430-2010
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