Who Said That?

Have you listened to the Carly Simon song on the juke box over there? You really should if you've never heard that song. And if you have heard it, listen to it again. It's a great song. Ms. Simon wrote it for a movie, but she also wrote it because she is a mother of two child of whom she is enamored. I really like that song. It makes me want to just get all four of my babes in my lap and kiss them all over.

"You can drive me crazy.
You can drive me anywhere.
Here are the keys.
Just do as you please.
It may not always be easy--"

I like those lines from the song.
They always make me wonder about how my
relationships with my children will be as they age.
We are still pretty much in the "young" years of child rearing,
although I may be in denial about that with Lovely K.
She is growing up---seeing her hold Baby J is a
sobering site. She looks so grown up. Anyway, I do
sometimes look down the road ahead and wonder
what we will all be like, how we will be as a family, how each
person will interact with everyone else. I guess
in my mind we're going to be like
The Fighting Sullivans
---have you seen that old movie?
Here's a clip from it I found on YouTube:



Did you hear the first thing the mother said?
Her protest: "You're not going to give the
boys a lickin' so late in the afternoon!"

Oh, I love that movie.
They don't make them like that any more.
And when they are all grown up, oh man, I see that and that's what I think I'd love to see when my kids are all around that age (young adults).
Such beauty in a healthy, happy family.
It's like a work of art.

That movie always made me think of my dad's family
(one sister and five boys) because it's from back when
they were kids....only Daddy and his brothers weren't all
tragically killed in WWII and had a ship named after
them. But that's an old movie I highly recommend.
May not be easy to find.
I'm sure Ted Turner has it locked up in a vault somewhere.
And I'm all for blaming everything we possibly can
on Ted Turner. If you recall, he was the cause of all my medical downfalls
in this past pregnancy, him and his wonderful pickles at that restaurant of his....
that Ted Turner......sigh.....

Oh my word.
If you are in the South at this very moment,
I am so proud of you for sitting there at your computer
reading blogs instead of rushing out to the grocery store to buy milk and eggs and then to the gas station to fill your tank. I am a southern girl, born and bred, but I am also not going to FREAK OUT at the very mention of snow.
Lloyd Dobbler grew up in Michigan where they have actual accumulation when they have snow and he gets so annoyed with the southerners and their snow antics.
(of course he wants to act like the term "Yankee"
can never apply to him while he bad-mouths southerners.....)
He always wants to know why they (people like my parents) fill their gas tanks at the threat of snow but then if the first snow flakes fall, they cancel school and church and don't go to work and wouldn't leave their house for love nor money.
....so it was so important that they
have that tank full of gas....

Anyway, they are threatening us with snow.
(Again, I'm sure this is somehow the fault of Ted Turner.)
I hope they are wrong. They usually are, aren't they? But I remember hearing from more than one old person this fall that this is supposed to be a particularly harsh winter for us. I guess they read that in the Farmer's Almanac or made the judgement because of the way some insect ate leaves this summer or something about the bark or some tree curling a certain way. You know how the "old timers" saw signs in everything. I often wish that I'd paid attention to all those old things that my grandmother used to tell me. At the time, I couldn't have been less interested in them.

There's an old quote that says
"When an old person dies, a library is lost."
Years ago one of my silly friends and I always found that quote so amusing. We liked to think about it being literally true. We just had this mental picture of a library vanishing into thin air.
I said we were silly, didn't I?

This is also the friend who, when she started coming to church with me when we were teenagers, found it interesting that Jesus has a preference in sugar substitutes. She would always loudly sing the line from the old hymn that says: "Jesus whispers Sweet 'N Low."
I guess you had to be us to find that amusing.
I said we were silly.

I've always been silly.
I am still silly.
I was born silly, and I live silly, and I'll probably die silly.
I am not ashamed of my silliness.


"A little nonsense now and then
is relished by the wisest men."
(I think Shakespeare said that.)

So don't think I'll be insulted if you roll your eyes
and say, "Bell, you are so silly."
Like Popeye, I yam what I yam.


So, lets root for NO snow, shall we?
I certainly am. Although I guess if we have to have
snow, now would be a good time for it. It's not like I'm
going to be out and about right now anyway. I'll just sit
inside by the fire and hold my beautiful boy. But I'd
rather not have snow. Ever. I'd just as soon it be 76°
year round. Guess I need to move to some island
somewhere. The problem with
islands....they are surrounded by water.
What's wrong with water? you ask.
Well, that's a whole other subject.
Let's just say your faithful Bell is not exactly a fish.