Bumpin' Up and Down in my Little Red Wagon...

That song has been stuck in my head since Saturday!  Ugh!!  But the dance that Stella does to it is way cute!!

Stella is the smartest thing ever!!  She knows her birthday is September 1, however she thinks that everyday is September 1, hence everyday is her birthday.  I got a phone call last night from Stella wanting me to sing her happy birthday since she got a cupcake at the store to "practice" for her birthday! 

She was also lucky enough to spend Friday night & Saturday morning with me.  We went to Moo Moo's "church", dinner & then I took her shopping.  She now has new Dora cups and cash register for her to play "store" with at the house.  It almost brought me to tears as she was sitting in the floor and was counting her money and she knew the difference between the $1 and $5 bills :(  She is growing way too fast sometimes!

Saturday, we all drove down and met Paw Paw and Uncle Adam at El Fenix for lunch!  Yummo!  Another big thing of hers is to roar like a tiger.  So you can imagine the people looking at her when they walked by and she was roaring at them!  Ha!!  Scares me!!

We took her to do her annual blue bonnet pictures one day.  She of course conned us into letting her put on lipstick.  Her reasoning was that it would help her smile better.  Ummm, not sure that really worked.

Last weekend we went to Mee Maw's and made the annual Easter Bunny cake & Resurection Rolls.  I will post pictures from that later they are at home! Until then here are a few other pics!

Go Pick Your Switch....

Pappy is ninety-six
Makes me a little sappy.

A man of many life lessons.  He spoiled me like no other and whipped me like no other too. 

I thought for the longest time that the little skinny branches would be the best switches.  Wrong.  If you ever have to get whipped with a switch get the big fat ones.  A big fat tree branch that you can hardly carry would probably be best.  I still have no clue of why I ever got switched.  Only thing I can think of is maybe I rode my bike onto Cherry st.  I was only allowed to go down to the Eggleston's and a little past J.T. & Mary Dean's.  I guess the switches didn't burn into my conscience that I should not go places where I was told not too, for I have been guilty of that far too many times.

He also taught me my fine driving skills in the best car EVER.  It was a white Plymouth Duster.  Like this one. 

I felt like I was on the race track in that thing cruising the back roads of Forreston. 

One time we were cruising along out towards Bethel, windows down the wind blowing in our my hair, and he specifically told me to watch out for the cucarachas.  I had no idea what a cucaracha was, but I watched out anyways.  I think in my mind it was something like this:

Mind you it was hard for me to see things in the road, for I could barely see over the wheel.  And as we are b-boppin along, I hit something in the road.  He screamed out something, I screamed out something and so scared I had hit a cucaracha I almost ran off the road.  Pappy drove us back home.  :(  Turns out, it wasn't a cucaracha.  It was a tree branch.

I loved that he didn't make me do my school lessons before I played.  I loved that he would pay for my lunch when we went to town.  I loved all the roses he planted along the drive way.  When I would spend the night in the spring or summer, I would wake up, go outside to the wonderful aroma of the roses.  Heaven.  Or close I would assume.  To this day, I haven't seen any roses like Pappy's roses.  Some are very close though. 

I still miss him like crazy, and wonder what would have been if....the circumstances would have been different. So today, I will force myself to stop and smell the roses in his honor.  Too bad I can't have a Humbert's bar b q sandwich or go to a Catfish King.  So I will force myself to eat some chocolate or something sweet.  And then I will focus on my school lessons :)