Happy Birthday Boo!

So, today my sweet grandlittle bird, Cailyn, is two years old! I can not believe how fast the last two years have gone. It seems like just yesterday that I was there to witness when she came into this world!

What a special day that was! It was one of those rare moments that you remember every detail for the rest of your life. My little bird Carrie gave me the most perfect gift by allowing me to share Cailyn's birth.

I hope today is filled with lots giggles and fun! Wish I were there to share it with you. I love you with all of my heart! XXOO Grandy

Where's my honey???

Well, for months now my honey has been one busy guy. Up at 5 am...off to work...and when he returns home at the end of the day it is "off to the barn!" He has been working on creating the perfect "mancave" inside his barn (Jessie called it the "manhole"...pretty funny, I thought). A place where all of the guys can hang out and feel comfortable. Sounds silly to me when you have a perfectly comfortable couch and TV just a few yards away in the house.

Where I am.

But...I understand all about the "mancave" concept. My honey and his friends used to "check out" in the garage years ago whenever we would have a gathering at our home. The women, on the other hand, were with the kids...in the house.

Where I was.

But the guys always found their way to the garage. Now, it's the barn. My honey has insulated, poured cement, built walls, hung doors and windows, ran electric, plumbing, and of course wire for the TV dish. He built a work bench, shelving, and a bathroom. He bought a wood burning stove...and a kerosene heater with a huge blower. So far, since the summer, he has spent most of his non-working waking hours in the barn...not in the house.

Where I am.

This past weekend my brother-in-law, Andy, came for a visit to lend him a hand. There are just some things that you can not do alone...or at least it goes faster with another set of hands helping. My hands have not been very helpful...mine are in the house.

Where I am.

He plans to build a few bunk beds in the "mancave" so when it is hunting season all the guys can sleep out there. Last year the house was still under construction during hunting season and the guys just hung out in the "money pit" with a roaring fire in the fireplace. This year they will not be building any fires in the fireplace in the house.

Where I am.

I am very proud of my honey. He works hard and deserves a place to hangout and "be a guy". As he says..."a farmer's work is never done!" He has accomplished quite a bit over the last several months. Not only in the barn, but also maintaining the 27 Memory M'Acres and our beautiful BlessInn.

Where I am...

waiting patiently for my honey to join me when he calls it a day. I miss my honey, but I understand his need for a place where he can "check out" after a long day. I guess I will just have to learn to like hanging out in the "mancave".

Where my honey is.

So here's one for ya....

Well...I mentioned maybe posting a poem or parody that I've written so here is my first choice. I originally wrote this parody for one of my Spiegelette friends who was facing a "scary birthday". I have adapted it to celebrate the "double nickle birthdays" shared this year by me and my dear high school friends...The Fab Five!

You must "sing" it to the tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious to the get the full affect.

Enjoy!!!!!

Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Even though the sound of it can make you feel ferocious.

Plant your feet, and stand up tall, and be a bit precocious.

Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye
Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye

Tip-toeing through the latter years is frankly quite absurd,
When each day is a gift, you see, and “older’s” just a word.
You need to embrace every day with gusto, joy and cheer…
Before you know it happiness has filled up the whole year!

Oh...Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Even though the sound of it can make you feel ferocious.

Plant your feet, and stand up tall, and be a bit precocious.

Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye
Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye

When you were just a little tike you must have felt like me
Your Mother seemed a dinosaur, so old and crotchety.
But we live in another time where age means not a thing
So drop your cane, put in your teeth and with me dance and sing.

Oh...Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Even though the sound of it can make you feel ferocious.

Plant your feet, and stand up tall, and be a bit precocious.

Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye
Um-diddle-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye

You’ve heard it said a million times by those folks “in the know”
That 50 is the new 40 and on and on it goes.
So now that you have been informed, there’s nothing else to say…
Forget your fears, dry up those tears, and have a Happy Day!

Oh...Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

Even though the sound of it can make you feel ferocious.

Plant your feet, and stand up tall, and be a bit precocious.

Super fifty-five’s fantastic and it’s not atrocious!

To rhyme or not to rhyme???

My dear friend ML posts a poem on her blog every Tuesday. I kind of like that idea. I used to write poetry...I use that term very loosely here!!...years ago when I was younger. I have whipped up a few in more recent years for special occasions and such. I have even done a few song parodies for my Spiegelette friends.

Maybe I'll post a few here...maybe.