- Jane Wagner
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
First Game
- Jane Wagner
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Growing Up
My grandson is quite the little man these days. We were having a talk the other day about his sister, and he said, "She makes me mad, but I love her." I said, son you are wise beyond your years. This is just the beginning. Just three years old and already confused. If you ever figure it out would you let your old Pappy know. Now, what kind of girl would cause such angst?
Well, I'm probably not telling you anything you don't know already. How could anyone not love a face like this. Can you see it in the eyes? I see her mother at that age. I remember how many times Bebe had to break up our stare downs when she was a teenager. I see it coming here. She is a strong willed baby to say the least.
Pappy must be ever vigilant when he is in charge of minding her for a while. She has no fear. Napping while babysitting is not an option. If you think my hair is turning whiter, you are right. How could a little person with legs this short cause me to become winded in just a few minutes? It's Saturday. I have two days to regain my energy. - Frank Tibolt
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Walk Through This World With Me
I glad they have pictures to remember these times. I still remember visits with my great grandmothers when I was very young.
Several years ago, I wrote this poem for a state contest. The poem category was "Steel Magnolias". I thought of my mother when I saw the category and penned this poem for the occasion.
THE MYSTERY OF THE FLOWER
She was the Belle of Jeff Davis County.
Stunning to the beholder.
Long haired brunette
with more curves than a mountain highway.
She was raised in the traditions of the South.
Never leave the house without your make-up.
Always dress to the nines.
Her wide brimmed hats shadowed her face
to add to the mystery.
She learned to be strong and silent in adversity.
A player in a man’s world.
Influential, but not obtrusive.
Beautiful, but powerful.
She remains the same today.
Never making an appearance until her face is fixed.
Her hair shows no gray.
Graceful and fragrant like the Magnolia’s blossom.
But make no mistake,
her resolve is steel.
Dennis Price
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thanks
Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps. - Emo Phillips
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Writer's Block
What to write...what to write? I've been up all night trying to come up with an idea. I just started doing this for relaxation and a way to stimulate my mind everyday. I never knew there would be such notoriety attached. Now they'll be expecting...Hemingway every morning. They have no idea how my limits were stretched during the last few days. First a six hour trip to my mother's house in west Texas to celebrate her 88th birthday. We have to call ahead and plan every minute of the visit with her so she will stay out of the kitchen. We also took her grandchildren and great grandchildren with us. We decided to stay a day and a half so as not to tire her out. When we arrived after lunch the house was filled with the smell of something baking. My wife checked the kitchen and reported that a large peach cobbler was in the oven. We had purchased a small birthday cake at a local bakery before we got there. I said, "Mom, we are taking you out to eat tonight and we brought the cake, why are you baking a cobbler?" To which she replied, "We can eat cobbler now. Would you like coffee with that?" So an hour before dinner we had a large bowl of cobbler with vanilla ice cream melted on top. I told you I would be accountable to you in my program to loose weight and I will. I was worried about going to Sea World San Antonio the next day. I was afraid if I fell in the water, I would not be allowed to leave, but would be included in the Shamu show. I did not sleep well the first night and before noon the next day we broke camp and our caravan moved on. Travelling with a two year old, and a five month old is like moving a carnival.We arrived in San Antonio as planned, and found that one of the two rooms we booked was not ready according to the front desk. After spending two hours jammed into one room, I roared into the hall and grabbed the first English speaking person in a uniform I could find and asked nicely why the adjoining room had not been cleaned up. The nice lady informed me that it had been cleaned at the same time as ours and it was the fault of the front desk for not knowing it was ready. I was then on a mission to see that justice was served. At two hundred dollars a night per room, I figured I was entitled to an audience with the manager. After a little behind closed doors session, I emerged with the keys to the other room, and free breakfasts for four adults for the duration of our stay. I thought my efforts had been poorly compensated until I went to breakfast the next morning and found that the breakfast buffet was fifteen dollars per person.
The trip to the theme park is rich with observations for another post. The little ones did very well, and I maintained my composure throughout despite the damage done to my teeth and internal organs. I then had to rush home and do my yard so the yard men I fired two weeks ago could see how much better it looked now that I was in charge. I don't know how long to make them suffer before I re-hire them. So you see, the award and all has really come at a time when I was mentally and physically down. I'm afraid to re-cycle older posts because some of you have actually read many of them. As Lone Wadie said in the movie, Outlaw Josey Wales, "I will endeavor to persevere."
About the time we think we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends. - Herbert Hoover