Happy Birthday! Becky-girl! (G.I. Mom! & Day 206 CJSM

Happy Birthday! Rachel Rebecca!

(July 9, 2017)

 

 

Gung-Ho! G. I. Mom!

(a loving limerick)

 

The worker-“beast” puts them to shame---Girl! You go!

A country-girl works city-folks into the ground…they know

A Mom-friend with that just right touch to show she loving-cares

Angel beauty, charm, intelligence adores the equine “boys” and mares

Miss McKenzie got it right and true: “hot” G. I. Mom!---Whoa!

 

So very proud of you, dear Girl!

 

Love---forever & always…Mom & Dad

 

 

Becky-girl arrived with an announced---Explosion! (Boooom!)

 

As I recall, she seemed a tiny bit late from the expected date;

Ole-Dad can “fix” anything and that day he surely did;

Our first new home had its fireplace completed, to celebrate;

Nanny took a seat as Bapa safely stored a grocery-bag chock-

full of contraband fireworks under her chair (the packaging

clearly states: Adult supervision required!). He never obeys!

I set off a few “minor” delights---Yahoo! Great fun, but then…

resultant of some “fluke” (or, is that “flake!?”)…the entire bag

miraculously caught fire igniting the explosive contents in a

single-mass conflagration---under Candy’s chair! Wow!!!

She couldn’t escape with that huge belly in the way! Oops!

Rachel Rebecca our “firecracker” was born a few hours later!

Bravo! Old man. Good show! (actually---all around!) Thank you!

 

To this day---I swear…It was an Accident! Hmm!?

Uh! Er! That is---the fireworks display…not the baby!

(You can always count on “me”!) Thank you! Again!

 

Seven “perfect” blessings I could never have imagined;

Seven “treasure-measures” I adore and fully enjoy! Amen!

(I wouldn’t have missed one instant of it for all the world!)

 

I love you: Candy, Beth, Becky, Z. Tyler, Lauren, Lexi, Anna!

 

Happy Birthday! Lady Rachel!

 

 

 

 

Plus:

 

 

 

Day 206

 

 

Mom’s long dark hair and her dark blue bandana

on work days. That bandana always meant “Business”!

 

 

Yeah! Baby! That Nanny is a worker! When things get tough, Nanny gets busy!

 A friend once asked me what Candy was like. I replied: Perfect! Class! Beauty! Intelligence!

 I told him that she keeps an “immaculate” house; if I leave a half-eaten sandwich lying on the counter, she’ll clean it up; can’t stand a “mess” of any kind. Hmm! Where’s that leave me!?

 When the “real” cleaning day came (every day was some cleaning day) Lady Candy donned her blue bandana as she trussed up her long auburn locks, a harbinger of “Look out world!”

 Beth managed to co-opt the “job” of mowing the yard; she perched herself in a tiny bikini on the riding mower and set off to “deepen her tan”---uh, er, I mean…to manicure the emerald yard.

 Becky worked with Nanny getting the house cleaned and weeding the garden and such.

 In the end, we all enjoyed the long, hot, lazy afternoons in the pool. Work begets pleasure!

 One might get differing versions of this tale, depending on who spins the “fabric”! Hmm!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “dreaded-blue bandana” Memories!