Hootin’ Anni’s

As I told our hostess at Dungaree’s Ablaze when I signed up for the Fun Monday, around here, now that our kids are gone and out on their own, birthdays are just another day. I do remember one time quite a while ago, when Bud turned 50 I had a pizza party. I secretly invited all his co-workers and we had reserved three huge tables —the LONG kind of tables that seat 30 —Anyway, pizza and beer was the hot item, and there was entertainment. LOL [The big gorilla, on stage with his cronies --I remember what the name of the pizza parlor is, it's not Chucky Cheese, but real similar; SHOWBIZ PIZZA. Anyway, Bud was enjoying himself with all his buddies and having a great time until the Gorilla sang happy birthday to him upon my request; along with jeers and cheers from everyone in the restaurant that night including his co-workers. That was a mistake, BIG mistake. So, from that point on...no birthday celebrations!!! He'll never let me forget what I did to embarrass him. Awwwww, poor man.

But, I wanted to share the two photos I just scanned for this meme - of gifts that were given to our kids when they had the actual BIRTH day. What makes them so special is that the 'sock' monkeys were hand sewn and given to our kids by Bud's Grandmother...Irene's and Erik's GREAT Grandmother. Now, written on the back of these photos has ages...5 for Irene and 2 for Erik. That would be 1974; Great Grandmother was born in 1890 so that would have made her nearing 85! She lived to be 106. And to this day, dear ol' Hootin' Anni, still has in her possession the TWO sock monkeys!!

Erik named his Monkey "Bananas"
[his version of speech at the time was "Mabammas, meaning bananas of course"]

…and Irene named hers Peanut!

Our Fun Monday hostess for next week ¿Here?

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And on another note about monkeys. Our son, Erik, loved to build things with tinker toys and legos. He’d sit in front of the TV at night while it was on, and really be concentrating on what he was building. And all the time we thought he wasn’t paying any attention to the program itself. Until one night we stood corrected….National Geographic was always something we watched while the kids were still up; awake. And we happened to be watching a special on wild animals. The narrator spoke of their inbred instincts. All of a sudden, just out of the blue, this little boy of ours said:
“I know what stinks. Monkey stink…right Bamammas?”

I so wanted to laugh outloud, but withheld my laughter….he was so serious!!

A good online friend shared this with me the other day, and after I read it, I wanted to pass this wisdom on to those who stop by and read my blog —

ALWAYS REMEMBER : Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

As I told our hostess at Dungaree’s Ablaze when I signed up for the Fun Monday, around here, now that our kids are gone and out on their own, birthdays are just another day. I do remember one time quite a while ago, when Bud turned 50 I had a pizza party. I secretly invited all his co-workers and we had reserved three huge tables —the LONG kind of tables that seat 30 —Anyway, pizza and beer was the hot item, and there was entertainment. LOL [The big gorilla, on stage with his cronies --I remember what the name of the pizza parlor is, it's not Chucky Cheese, but real similar; SHOWBIZ PIZZA. Anyway, Bud was enjoying himself with all his buddies and having a great time until the Gorilla sang happy birthday to him upon my request; along with jeers and cheers from everyone in the restaurant that night including his co-workers. That was a mistake, BIG mistake. So, from that point on...no birthday celebrations!!! He'll never let me forget what I did to embarrass him. Awwwww, poor man.

But, I wanted to share the two photos I just scanned for this meme - of gifts that were given to our kids when they had the actual BIRTH day. What makes them so special is that the 'sock' monkeys were hand sewn and given to our kids by Bud's Grandmother...Irene's and Erik's GREAT Grandmother. Now, written on the back of these photos has ages...5 for Irene and 2 for Erik. That would be 1974; Great Grandmother was born in 1890 so that would have made her nearing 85! She lived to be 106. And to this day, dear ol' Hootin' Anni, still has in her possession the TWO sock monkeys!!

Erik named his Monkey "Bananas"
[his version of speech at the time was "Mabammas, meaning bananas of course"]

…and Irene named hers Peanut!

Our Fun Monday hostess for next week ¿Here?

* * *

And on another note about monkeys. Our son, Erik, loved to build things with tinker toys and legos. He’d sit in front of the TV at night while it was on, and really be concentrating on what he was building. And all the time we thought he wasn’t paying any attention to the program itself. Until one night we stood corrected….National Geographic was always something we watched while the kids were still up; awake. And we happened to be watching a special on wild animals. The narrator spoke of their inbred instincts. All of a sudden, just out of the blue, this little boy of ours said:
“I know what stinks. Monkey stink…right Bamammas?”

I so wanted to laugh outloud, but withheld my laughter….he was so serious!!

A good online friend shared this with me the other day, and after I read it, I wanted to pass this wisdom on to those who stop by and read my blog —

ALWAYS REMEMBER : Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.