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Hi everyone!!  I am off today taking a vacation day.  I had Piper spayed yesterday and I wanted to be able to pick her up from them and keep an eye on her.  She's laying next to me sleeping as I write.  I know.  She's just a dog...but she's my baby!!  A terribly SPOILED rotten baby.

Speaking of babies...most of you know I am the baby of three girls.  I was thinking the other day about this post.  I decided it might be a fun post that you all would enjoy.  After my last  post I thought I should lighten up a little.  So here goes!

I guess when you already have two girls, like my parents did when my Mom became pregnant with me, it is only natural that perhaps THEY and the people around them would anticipate Mom having a BOY.  Evidently, this is just what happened in my parents situation and with their friends.  Everyone just kind of assumed and perhaps wished for a boy.  You know, for my Dad to NOT be totally outnumbered by a house totally full of women.  Anywho, I never ever heard or was ever given the impression that my parents were disappointed when I turned out to be yet another GIRL.  As I was later told by a neighbor, the day that my parents brought me home from the hospital, it was a blazing HOT June afternoon.  I am told that my Daddy was SO proud of me, that he immediately took me around to ALL of the neighbors who were home and available to show me off.  The neighbor that told me this said she just knew I was going to have either sun or heat stroke at the ripe age of two days old!!

From the time I was born, there were neighbors directly across the street from my folks whose family was made up of the couple and their two children, a girl and a boy.  The parents were pretty nice.  He worked out at one of the aerospace employers and she had a beauty shop  that her hubby built her right next to their house.  I loved going to V's shop.  She had a "pop box"...a predecessor to the pop machine.  She had all kinds of good, icy cold pop.  A real treat was to get a dime from my  Momma and go to the shop and get a Grapette* which was my absolute favorite.  But I digress here.  The point is, this couple's kids were really obnoxious and loud.  First off, I didn't like loud people.  I was a VERY shy and quiet kid.  Secondly, from a very early age, the girl decided that since I was SUPPOSED to be a BOY, that I deserved a BOY's name.  Being the smart aleck she was, at some time in my very early years, she gave me a nickname.  A BOY's nickname.  That name was........

GEORGE!!

It started out that just she and her family called me that.  But pretty soon, since everyone in our neighborhood knew everyone else, EVERYONE started calling me....GEORGE!!  I don't remember exactly when it started bothering me.  But as I recall, when I was about 5 or 6 I definitely remember it bothering me.  Because I was NOT a boy.  I had a perfectly GOOD name.  A GIRL's name!!  And it REALLY started to bother me when that girl started the following chant (said in a sing song and very taunting manner):

Georgie Peorgie, puddin' and pie.  Kissed the BOYS and made them cry!

I cannot tell you HOW much I hated that sing song taunt.  And all the neighborhood kids learned it.  The girl made sure of that.  Now, I don't think that she meant to be mean.  She thought it was CUTE and FUNNY!!  I got to where I did NOT see the humor in it and one day, I'd had ENOUGH!!  I remember going to my Daddy and crying and telling him that I was NOT a boy!! I was a GIRL!!  And I was TIRED of them calling me George.  Needless to say, my Daddy put his foot down.  Anytime he heard kids call me that, he'd tell them my name and say they'd BEST be using it!!  Also, needless to say, my Dad was my knight in shining armor, my HERO!! 

So, now you know.  One more little piece of the puzzle of my life.  My nickname.  At least ONE of them.  I hope you enjoyed this little bit of my life.

Have a great weekend my friends!!

Till next time...

BBB

Hi everyone!  I am back and ready to give you all an update.  As I said in my short previous blog, last week was a tough week for me, being the first Mother's day after Momma's passing.  Actually, the last couple of weeks have been difficult.  I miss her so much more than I ever dreamed possible.  I tried to keep myself busy and work obliged for sure.  It has been crazy busy. 

Friday night I did pretty good as hubby took me to Riverwalk to hear my fave band, MidLife Crisis Band.  It was their first appearance there at the outdoor theater and it was good to see the guys in the band and hear their usual oldies hits.  We also saw a number of friends out there.  So it was a really nice evening.

Saturday, we attended the BarBQue and blues festival.  We got there early and bought our taster kits and ate our way through all the different competitors' booths.  We took Piper with us and she garnered LOTS of attention.  The barbeque was excellent!  We tasted chicken, pork, and brisket.  We left before they served the ribs though. 

Saturday evening we headed out to Wal*Mart to shop for something for hubby's Mom for Mother's day.  She needed a couple of new tops.  Let's just say that I had a meltdown.  In Wal*mart.  With lots of people observing.  I did fine picking out a couple of new tops for MIL.  But as I was walking through the store, I just busted into tears.  And I continued to cry the rest of the time I was there.  I just couldn't stop..  I went ahead and finished with my shopping anyway.  People probably think hubby is a wife beater or something.  I did get some strange looks.

On Sunday, we went to church and it was nice.  I encountered a lady as I was leaving the bathroom who was carrying a beautiful rose (they were giving to all Moms).  The lady showed it to me and told me it was her Mom's favorite flower.  As I was about to walk off, I stopped and asked if the lady was okay.  She said she was very sad because it was HER first mother's day since her Mom had passed away.  So we stood and hugged and talked about the hurt.  I hugged her again and went back and sat down.  I think it was one of those "God" things that I was there at that time to encounter that woman.

After church we went out to eat and then  were going to go see the MIL.  We got about 4 blocks from the nursing center and hubby's phone rang.  It was the center calling to tell him MIL was sick and they had called  an ambulance and where did we want her taken.  As we turned onto the street the center is on, we saw the first responders pulling in.  Turns out, she had picked up a virus and they kept her in the hospital a couple of days.  She is doing fine and they sent her back to the center yesterday.

Needless to say, I am glad the weekend is over.  I survived.  Now, I am onward and upward to the end of June when we are having a cousin's weekend at my Aunt and Uncle's place in Missouri.  I have LOTS of fun cousins on my Dad's side, so I am really looking forward to the get together.  We will pull our trailer and get to camp as well.  It is a good thing to have something to look forward to.

So, that is my update.  I have given  our friend Dory some of my recollections of my Momma.  I think she is going to post them in her series.  I will try to post them here as well.

I hope everyone has a good "rest of the week"!!  I have been visiting you all even though I didn't blog.  I will try to get back here sooner next time.  Thanks for being my blog buds!  I love ya'll!!

BBB