August 3

(Dad in 1956~~thanks Aunt Mary)

Today is my dad’s birthday.

He is 59 today.

We got together to celebrate his birthday on Saturday.

Celebrations always center around food.

And conversation.

A bit of story telling.

With some laughter thrown in for good measure.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

Much love from us all.


August 1




The girl begged me to cut her hair.

I resisted.

Truly!  because while I can cut a man’s hair like no body’s business…girls hair is a mystery to me.

She begged and begged.

She used those sad sweet eyes on me.

She knows my weakness.

So I made her raise her right hand and swear that she would not be angry when I messed it up.

So I cut her hair.

Then I promptly took  her to the salon to have it fixed.

I tapped my stylist on the shoulder and said “I need you to fix it.”

Stylist:  What did you do this time?  Did you cut your hair?

CC:  No, hers~~pointing to the girl.

Stylist:  Not again!

CC:  Sorry.   She begged, and your such a great fixer.

Stylist:  You need your scissors taken away.

CC:  giggling ~~I know!   I know!

How can I resist a face like this?