My daddy likes to say that he did NOT dress the King. The King, of course, is Elvis Presley. And Bill Belew was his costume designer.
THAT Bill Belew is not my daddy.
My daddy does blogging workshops. He helps people see their goals, reach into all the world, have a voice, make a difference.
I think that is way cooler than putting costumes on a singer. Besides my daddy dresses me in costumes…pumpkins, giraffes and such. That is not so cool, but I love it when my daddy plays with me even if it means making me look silly.
He looks pretty silly at times, too. Well, all the time. But don’t tell him I said that.
When I grow up, I want to make a difference in people’s lives like my daddy.
How about you? What are you going to do when you grow up?
I am just two years old and I have already come upon a great mystery.
If Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth, then why did I see my mommy crying? And was my daddy’s eyes watering up, too?
I don’t get it.
There we were, minding our own business, being pushed around by people holding ice cream cones with ears and turkey legs the size of Dumbo’s nose.
There were more people in line than I usually see in church. Daddy says that’s a shame.
A boat was waiting to take us into the mouth of a giant animal. (And to think they wonder why we kids cry at the happiest place on Earth, too).
I vaguely remember my daddy telling me the story of a person who got in one of these boats and it wouldn’t move…sunk down so low it Read the rest of this entry »
I am her assistant. It is my job to check out all the videos in the church library. Hard work, but somebody has to do it.
But who can watch videos all day, right? I thought I could! Wrong….
So, I decided to explore my new work environment. Read the rest of this entry »
The insurance companies will make a killing (and I thought they were here to protect us). With the new health care this and that happening insurance companies like All-State will surely have their hands out and in people’s pockets.
It’s magic to be sure. No matter where or when I fall asleep, I can always wake up in my bed.
How does that happen?
Just last night, my daddy and I went to the Island of Sodor. There was some sad state of affairs – can’t remember, I was too sleepy – but Thomas was there and I knew it would all work out somehow. But before I knew it, it was morning and I woke up in my bed….again. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted March 24, 2010on:
In the news this morning it says that California is at an all-time high. I am not sure if it’s more or less than the Great Deep Raisin (Editor: Depression). I just know its high and it’s not supposed to get any better until the end of 2011.
Gosh, I’ll almost be in school by then…if California can afford to keep the schools operating.
But I’m still glad.
My mommy lost her job last week. And what that means is we get to play more, read more, go to the library together more, shop more, watch DVDs more, learn Chinese words more… and just hang out together more. I love my mommy. Doesn’t everyone love their mommies? And I am glad when she is with me. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted March 23, 2010on:
I have just a question, however. How many is 1,000,000? How many fingers and toes do I need? And what happens after that many people come?
Anyway, Daddy says I’ll get there sooner because I do things differently than others.
I take the road less traveled. Well, I am going to when I am old enough to bike, drive or walk long distances without asking someone to give me a ride in the wagon or on their shoulders.
I see things differently. There’s a knee. There’s another knee and another. Oh! There’s a penny! Read the rest of this entry »