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Friday, June 8, 2007

Here's to dear old Dad!


Father's day is coming up and while I was looking at some old family albums I saw a whole bunch of pictures of me and my dear old Dad. He used to have black hair and was really skinny! Ok, so he's not so old, but lately he feels pretty old. He's been working triple time since his company acquired a new paper in DeQueen, AR. Good luck with that Dad!

This photo was taken at our home in Jacksonville Texas. That's Brownie, my mom's little dog that decided we were going to be her new family when we lived in Sweetwater, TX. One of Dad's favorite things to do would be to sit on the patio and look at the backyard and the little forest behind the house. I would just want to be near him so I often sat with him. I remember the first time we got a bug zapper, I sat out on the patio with him and wrote on a piece of paper every bug that fell victim to the wonderful zapper. I've always been good at or enjoyed analysis so I guess I knew that at an early age. It was probably my way of evaluating the cost/benefit analysis of our new purchase. Hee!

So, anyway, here's to you Dad. Love you bunches!

Feathers, tutus and taps




A friend of mine from Houston sent me a photo of her oldest daughter's first dance recital and it reminded me of mine. I thought I'd share a photo I found. My mother kept that silly costume for YEARS! I finally tossed it when she passed away. I sure hope, if Clint and I have a daughter someday, that I'll be able to find dance lessons for her around here. Anyway, I still remember my first dance classes (in Sweetwater, TX) and the teacher had a real pianist, just like they used to do (and still do at some good studios). She would have us all line up in a row and bow with our heads up and our mouths open to receive a candied cherry like a little bird. I can't eat candied cherries without thinking of that.


The other photo is one of my mom and I practicing our tap routine. My mom always wished she had taken lessons when she was a kid and so when she enrolled me, she signed up for a beginner tap class. We learned the same routine so we could practice together. Aren't we cute?