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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Kentucky Bound

Rabbit Run Cottage is hitting the road albeit not with Brian D. and not in this vehicle!
I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a wonderful weekend. We are headed to Owensboro, in Western Kentucky, for a family reunion. Bill's Mom was born near there and her twin sister, and most of that side of the family, reside near by. The ones who are farther away are all flying or driving in so this will be a big *shindig*! But without Paul Revere and the Raiders and Go Go Boots. And if you have to ask about that reference than you are MUCH younger than I am. MUCH! Of course, MOST people are younger than me...well, except for Sean Connery and Walter Cronkite, Queen Elizabeth and Judi Dench, Christopher Plummer and Brian Dennehy. Gee but I would adore having a lovely get together with all of them. A little tea, a little wine, a little music. My but wouldn't the conversation be glorious? Now, where was I? (See? When you get old like me your mind wanders...) Oh yes, our trip to Kentucky. I will catch up with your activities on Tuesday but did so want to wish my blog friends a safe and happy weekend. To all the US residents, have a sweet Labor Day holiday. To you all, stay well, be good to yourself and remember how much I care about each and every one of you!
Hugs, Susie Q

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Grace's Sewing Teacher Has A Farm....

Ei, ei, oh. And on this farm she threw a bash, ei, ei, oh. With a splash in the pool and a ride on the horse, here a splash, there a horse, everywhere a horse splash. Grace's sewing teacher has a farm, ei, ei, oh. And on this farm the kids ran a muck, ei, ei oh. Laughed and sang and chased a duck, ei, ei oh. With a song to sing and a duck to chase, here a song, there a duck, everywhere a song duck. Grace's sewing teacher has a farm, ei, ei, oh. Now, on this farm a bonfire grew, ei, ei, oh. And s'mores were made and eaten too, ei, ei, oh. With marshmallows here and chocolate there. Here a glop, there some goo, everywhere got sticky poo. (Here's the BIG finish...with GUSTO!) Grace's sewing teacher has a farm....ei, ei, oh!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

School Days, Dear Old Something Or Other Days....

First day of school....the kid is fine and the Mom is a wreck. I hate it when the kids return to school (and not just because I worked in schools for several years you silly people!). I really LIKE my kids to be home. I felt this way about Danny and now, about Grace. She and I had lots of fun this Summer and so, Mommy is feeling a little sad. Okay, I am just a huge sap and being overly dramatic. But how I would love to just wrap her up and keep her safe and warm and protected here at home. But this child needed to be in school. She craves the other children and the noise and the classes and the activities. Just the same way I did... Okay Mom. How many more? Aw gee Gracie. I have only taken 57! How about a few more? Yes, she does have a High School Musical back pack. It says "I love Troy". I KNOW you are SO jealous. Try to calm yourselves. Huh? It is just ME who is jealous! Okay, so I am almost 51 and I love Troy too. Come on. Have you SEEN his eyes? Um...but then (Stand by for the shameless Dennehy plug) Brian Dennehy has the best blue eyes and he is older and..okay. I am better now. Are we done yet Mommy? Only 2987 more shots to go Honey! Done Mommy? Done Sweetie! There's the!! First days of school always mean that the kid picks the dinner menu and location. Dan never wished to go out but was always specific about the menu! Grace was emphatic that we get dinner at Chipotle (It is my very, very, very bestest food in the world. ~ Grace age 9) and, after much discussion and hours spent trying to beg, borrow and steal a table at said restaurant, that we eat it in our local park. We all had to attend and attend we did. It was required after all. Black tie was optional. Grace's Olivia also attended to soiree. But, not unlike Ms. Spears and Ms. Hilton, she failed to*ssh* u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.t.s...we were all a little shocked. Especially by her less than lady like behavior. I mean, is this any way for a young lady to sit? I ask you! I kinda like my kids...yup. I do. *MOST* of the time. Our evening al fresco dining experience was further enhanced by a lovely sunset. Now, where was the music? Oh..there it is....


From Kari at Just Livin' Large and Cassie at Mockingbird Hill (Which, by the way, are fantastic ladies and blogs. If you have yet to meet them, run. No, fly over and pay a visit!) comes this tag. Now I know I have already tortured you with my take on this game but hey....what is a little discomfort among friends. And no, this is not another colonoscopy post. Ahem... Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts. for elegance. Which I definitely do not have. Nope. Not me. I am the one with the mustard on her shirt and the icing on my top lip. I am wearing my old sweats but my hair is ever so elegantly askew. Askew...great word askew.
~~~~~~~~~~ for love and lust and lemons and linguine and lard and lace. Now, if you are trying to find a connection with all of these things, shame on you! Ahem....
~~~~~~~~~~ for lava and lard and Las Vegas and laboratory and laxative and NO! This is NOT another post about a colonoscopy. I am so ashamed of you all!
~~~~~~~~~ for eels. Another thing I do not have but which are much more likely to be found around here than elegance.
~~~~~~~~~~ for Navy and negligee and noodles and narcissus. Again, shame on you!
~~~~~~~~~~ So, now. If you are reading this, and want to play, please consider yourself properly tagged! It was fun!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

2 O'Clock Jump....

My Mom and I took a little trip into Indiana to Bearcreek Farms. Great food, Amish made breads and desserts, a sweet gift shop and an afternoon of big band music. I might be a child of the 60s and 70s, and I do so love the music of that era, but, how I adore the big band sound. The Harry James Orchestra continues on in the tradition of mellow arrangements and fine rhythmic playing that first made it famous. Currently under the direction of James' lead trumpet virtuoso, Fred Radke, the orchestra continues to play worldwide in both major venues and special “invitation only”performances. Fred Radke's style of playing is so similar to James’ that listeners often cannot discern the difference. Radke is one of the few remaining original luminaries keeping the panache of that brilliant big band era alive. It was a great afternoon spent with my Mother....really, all in all, just a special day.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Run Away! Run Away!

The Knights of Camelot: "We're knights of the Round Table, we dance whene'er impec-cable, We dine well here in Camelot, we eat ham and jam and Spam a lot. / We're knights of the Round Table, our shows are for-mi-dable. But many times we're given rhymes that are quite un-sing-able, We're opera mad in Camelot, we sing from the diaphragm a lot. / In war we're tough and able, Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable / It's a busy life in Camelot!"
King Arthur: On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
Dayton's old and very lovely Victoria Theater....every Summer they host a Classic Film series. This was the last one of the year. Oh to be surrounded by all manner of Pythonaniacs. Old, young and every age in between. And the next afternoon, *P* got us all tickets to "Spamalot" which will be part of Dayton's Broadway series at the Schuster Theater. So, next April we will all be singing along with Knights once again! I know, Bill and I have already seen "Spamalot" but you can never have TOO much SPAM can you? ~~~~~~~~~~ King Arthur: I am your king. Woman: Well I didn't vote for you. King Arthur: You don't vote for kings. Woman: Well how'd you become king then? [Angelic music plays... ] King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king. Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
One of my best friends, *P*, meets up with a very friendly least he did not say, "Ni!" ~~~~~~~~~~ Knight 1: We are now no longer the Knights who say Ni.We are now the Knights who say..."Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
There was a sing a long before the movie began...that's a very old, classic Wurlitzer organ on stage. Everyone sang quite robustly, following the words on the screen. We sang along with many 1930's songs but finished with a Monty Python classic....
There was a trivia contest and a costume contest. Here are some of the lovely medieval, pleasant peasants! Hello Girls!
King Arthur: Can we come up and have a look? French Soldier: Of course not. You're English types. King Arthur: What are you then? French Soldier: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king? Sir Galahad: What are you doing in England? French Soldier: Mind your own business.
The first time *P* and I saw The Search For The Holy Grail on the screen together was! It was in 1974!! We were Seniors in High School. I am old! I know I am! And I loved Michael Palin THEN, and I love Michael Palin NOW! You are surprised? Hey! Brian Dennehy is not the ONLY crush I have...the worst case I admit but not the ONLY case! I am a pitiful soul aren't I? Wait! Don't answer that! More on our weekend was a busy one! I wish you all a sweet week...hugs to you all. Susie Q ~~~~~~~~~~ French Soldier: Your Mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Now go away, or I shall
taunt you a second time!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Oh Kate!

The most lovely Kate, at The French Nest, has given me such a sweet award. As always, I am overwhelmed and send my love and thank yous to dear Kate. I am now to pass this on to those whom I think are real dolls. I am totally unable to choose! I truly do think that you are ALL *dolls*. You have all been such a joy in my life and I am so thankful for each and every one of you. If you read this post and are one of my regular readers/commenters, please consider yourself are ALL "dolls" in my book! Thank you again dear Kate! *YOU* are a doll! Hugs, Susie Q

Friday, August 24, 2007

Colonoscopy Anyone?

Did someone say colonoscopy?
Okay, did they prescribe happy pills? Nah...did not need them I guess. But we *were* in a doctor's office. Not always considered to be a place of silliness and fun but it was Mom's regular check up...and we started giggling and then laughing and then getting so silly that the office staff started laughing too. The doctor started threatening to bring in the fire hoses and cool everyone down. Thankfully, the staff has a pretty great sense of humor. The doctor once told me that you had to have one when you look at...well...check...ahem...let's just what he does for a living! Grace thought it all quite fun including messing with Mommy's hair which is already messy enough but in a "supposed to be" messy *styled* way that I have to work at really hard and she decided to un-style it and make it just plan been out in the wind and rain messy and have you ever seen such a run on sentence in your life? A sweet older woman, who was waiting on her appointment, told the doctor that she had been so nervous when she arrived but "those ladies in the waiting room just cheered me right up!" So, we are a bit silly. We are a bit goofy. Maybe odd is a better word. But what do YOU do in the office of a Colon specialist/Gasteroentologist? Hmmm? Come on now...a little colon humor never hurt anyone right?

Are You Ready To Rock?

Bunnies?? Bunnies?? I LOVE Bunnies! But why are they so furious? Your Band Name is:
The Furious Bunnies