you gotta pay

When FaceTiming with your grand girl, Hazel, you discover that some things she won’t do just because you ask her to…even if you are her Papa-Papa (so good the grandkids have named you twice). No, sorry even when you ask your grand girl to give her mommy a wet willy. Sure, it’s your thing but you aren’t there at that very moment. So, because she needs it and deserves it, you call on your grand girl to do the deed for you and…

How much will you pay me?

Yes, she did just ask that. Sorry. You might be Papa-Papa but Hazel Faye knows there is a cost and you must pay. So, Papa-Papa, how much?

I’ll give you five dollars.


Okay, six. I will pay you six dollars.

How do I know that you won’t have the money the next time I see you?

This kid is good!

Papa-Papa grabs and envelope, writes Hazels name on it in bold letters, places the money into the envelope and seals it. Then he holds it up to the iPhone camera for Hazel to see.

There! Now do it!

She laughs. Her mother rolls her eye that clearly says, OMG, Dad!.

Do it!!!

And, Hazel does.

Don’t spend my money!

She did check before visiting us to make sure her payment for services rendered was still there. 

This kid is good!


sprinkling stardust

Today lunch with my grand girl, Hazel Faye. A last minute invite but a special invite all the same because it is Hazel inviting me to lunch at school.

I can eat chicken nuggets or fingers or bites…better yet, school cafeteria style pizza. I can do this because I can literally do all things if one or both my grand babies are part of the all things.


Apparently you can bring lunch for the both of you to share, or there is “stupid hot lunch” (her words) or her mom making lunch.

Clearly stupid hot lunch or brown bagged lunch prepared with her Mommy’s own two hands is not good enough, not nearly good enough for Mima.


My grand girl is no dummy. She might get some of that from me. She very likely gets a lot of that from her Mommy.

Me, I’m easily influenced by a lovely, blond, gap-toothed, tall 3rd grader.

Lunchables, juice boxes, sliced apples with caramel and yogurt dip all packed into my green bag. The rest of the grandparents brought Happy Meals, KFC and Dominos Pizza.


I’m THAT grandparent.

Hazel did not seem to mind. In fact she gladly invited her classmates whose grandparents were unable to attend to join us. She gets her tender heart from me…and her Mommy, and her Dad, and her aunties and uncle and her Papa, and her other grandparents.

And after lunch…

Obvious and logical choice. Strong work PTA!

But the reward is priceless.


Moments like these I want us both to remember forever.

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

~ Alex Haley

the sweet and the bitter

My social media timeline today reminds me that it is a big day in the life of many people I know because,

yes, Back to School season continues. This time today with these two.

You heard me!

These TWO!

BOTH of these girls.


I look at this 8 year old before she enters into her third grade classroom thinking how can she possibly look so much more mature than an 8 year old…I mean I certainly did not look this confident and self assured and all I choose to remember of my own 3rd graders was how they were all elbows and knees with a smudge of dirt or breakfast on their chin that somehow missed my inspection on the first day of school. How could Hollie and Ben possibly allow this little girl to grow up so fast?

And then,

You guys!

The only positive thing I can say might be hurray for a November birthday and the state law of 5 years old by September 1st because, you guys!!!

Time is passing faster and faster y’all. I can’t make it stop. I’m just going to hold on as tight as I can while I can.

Happy school year my darling grand girls! Mima loves you with all her hearts!

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

E. A. Bucchianeri

I believe…

Last week I literally wanted to start digging deep for The Big Top End of Days Bunker and stock up on all the canned food, beef jerky and bottled water. I was not alone. But one week later, tonight was so much different.

When Hillary took the stage facing a sea of American flags waving before her and the stars and stripes behind her I was struck by the contrast from last week. This image alone made it clear that this was about US as opposed to last week with the golden stage with giant letters spelling out TRUMP.

And as Hillary Clinton began to speak, my grand girls called to FaceTime with me.

Girls do you realize just how special this moment is right now? Hillary Clinton is the first women to run for President of the United States as a major party candidate EVER. 

Hazel’s eyes widened. Fallon smiled and then declared that she would be next. Hazel corrected her, after I’M president. Oh sisters!

Tonight this moment made that possibility all the more possible. There are so many more possibilities that can be imagined right now too. Mrs. Clinton shared many of the things that she believed for America, for our daughters and our sons, for us.

I believe America thrives when the middle class thrives
I believe that our economy isn’t working the way it should because our democracy isn’t working the way it should…
I believe American corporations that have gotten so much from our country should be just as patriotic in return…
I believe Wall Street can never, ever be allowed to wreck Main Street again.
I believe in science.
I believe that climate change is real and that we can save our planet while creating millions of good paying clean energy jobs.
I believe that we have millions of hard working immigrants contributing to our economy.

So many statements of what she believes and with each I believe was offered so much more promise and hope for future days come as opposed to the pronouncement of The End of Times that was Mr. Trump’s speech last week. Last week I went to bed nauseated and terrified. Tonight I shall fall asleep happy, hopeful and empowered for my daughters,for my son, for my grand daughters…your future Presidents of the United States…and for all the seeds we plant in this garden that we never get to see…our legacy.


just me using my time given to me

There is much I could write about right now and share with you but I am distracted by the snot that has impacted my sinus cavities in the epic way that only a summer cold can and I am distracted by the cold meds…and the dreams that the cold meds seem to inspire. But most of all, I am distracted by how good Level 7 looks on me.

Seriously, y’all.

Of course virtual animation does add about 10 pounds on you.


I am also a little distracted, and excited, about the wild Pikachu Hazel helped her Mima capture while we were walking around The Big Top neighborhood park just around the corner.

The Pikachu that I might have been searching for in vain the last couple of days…in my spare time of course because waste my time on PokemomGo?!…Seriously, life is using time given to you. You can not recall lost time. Don’t forget that.

You’re welcome for that heartwarming quote from Pokemon Games!

She is totally a Pikachu lure which just might be one of the many reasons why she is spending the night here under The Big Top. I’m hoping she can lure Squirtle too.

Stay tuned…