Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sleepy Times

First, T.I. is a poet. I can dig him.

Second, brocolli is amazing. It really doesn't get enough credit.

Third, thank goodness Rihanna can yodel. Risky business, that yodeling.

Fourth, roller coasters really do take practice. Ralfing is a real danger. Give me a break.

Fifth, one should never watch "Nanny 911" and expect to have children or keep belts intact.

Sixth, waking up every two hours at night doesn't lead to a refreshing day. How can one really lose something one never had? Boys are wack-o (and pretty cool). The sun must set... every night .... or so they say.


Carumba. Carumba. Carumba.

Aubs

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Sky




Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Girls


Sometimes, it's nice just hangin with the girls.

"Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.” Tennessee Williams

Saturday, September 6, 2008

BGC



September 4, 2008

Dear Gram,

You wrote that you first moved to Rapid City during the Indian Summer of 1954 to work as a clerk-stenographer at Ellsworth AFB. You met Grandpa your very first night in town.

You didn't tell me this, but according to Gramps, you were window shopping at a jewlery store with Mary Mudge. ALC, a young man with a passion for good rocks (stellar, geological or otherwise), paused to check out a woman with such good taste.

Two summers later, the two of you married. I wish I had asked you about the specifics--what was it about GP that drew you? Knowing you preferred Toby Keith over Frank Sinatra, I will venture a guess that he said something about iolite in that deepwater bass of his and you were Intrigued. Gramps might say the draw was magnetic--like a strong positive and negative helpless to resist their ionic attraction. However it began, you built and refined a relationship that lasted over 50-years.

You moved to New York, Jersey, El Paso, South Dakota, Germany, Spokane, El Paso again, California, Nevada ... and finally, back to South Dakota. Rapid City was, you said, not too far from GP's Nebraska stomping grounds.

It's hard to believe there won't be any more letters. I guess when the Lord's trumpet sounds, we won't need typewriters. Somehow, I needed to write one more time.

Thank you for being a strong woman with real opinions. Thank you for raising my mom--who is a favorite of mine. :) Thank you for taking care of GP and your boys. Thank you for writing me back and establishing the "birthday dress" tradition.

Gram, I don't feel quite ready to let you go--but neither of us is in charge and the more grey hair I find, the more I realize it's better that way.

Until we meet again...

Love. Love. Love.

Aubrey