Kathleen H. Taylor
fieldaflowas@yahoo.com
Welcome back to Beason. We are happy you stopped by!
Congratulations to Josh and Rhea on the birth of their baby girl, Abbigail. I look forward to meeting her and of course, stealing her away from you at every family function. From what I've seen online, Miss Abbigail is a very pretty young lady. Mr. Jeremiah Sellers, son of Joey and Annie Sellers, will be two months old pretty soon. I can't believe he's that big already. Jeremiah has the cutest smile in all the recent pictures I have seen. Those little smiles tend to make even the worst of fussy nights disappear from one's mind. Gosh, I love babies. But, then I think of all the P&P (otherwise known as puke and poop) that go with them and deciding not to have any more was a very good decision. I can't even stand to clean up my own puke anymore.
Dr. Azar did my nose repair the other day. He was very quick and very painless. Two of my favorite words-quick, painless. Two words that go great together and are definitely appreciated during and after any procedure. Now, if they would just create something that would remove the smell of a procedure that you must remain awake for.
For example, getting a tooth ready for a filling just makes me gag. It is bad enough to see the smoke and hear the terrifying sound of dental equipment, but, the smell is the worst. Anyway, I survived the surgery with the help of my little friend Morphine. Since The day following the surgery, my nose has felt fine. It doesn't even bother me other than the very attractive cast that is on my face. It does irritate me that there are people that stand two feet away from me and discuss how horrible my face looks and what the reasons might be. I want to scream, "Just ask me!" instead of them acting like a bunch of shallow idiots.
It's funny how children can be more mature about a situation than adults. For instance, I was a little paranoid about attending Avery's Valentine party. I didn't want my bandages to embarrass him and have Avery feeling he wanted to be anywhere that his Mom wasn't. However, I put on a brave face and went. The kids were great. Oh, they had questions beyond questions. But, they never acted like I was The Creature from the Black Lagoon. Even on my worst hair day, I'm not that bad. They asked their questions, got their answers and went back to putting themselves into a sugar-induced coma. Why must some adults add so much drama to something so simple when even a first grader doesn't? After this experience, I have learned that one doesn't truly appreciate their nose enough until they break it.
It seems we have a new gentleman caller on the farm. He is hanging out with some of the guys in the lower pasture. Currently, he goes by "Anonymous" as he has yet to acquire a stage name. I am hopeful that someone will come up with something. My dogs are Bill and Rock, so that should tell you right there I shouldn't be naming anything. I was also wondering why the ladies haven't come off the hill to check him out. The only reasoning I can come up with is they are waiting on him to make the first move. Well, good luck with that! Apparently, they are way out of touch with reality. Get out of your dream world girls!
Jimmy B. is to be at the Post Gazette Pavilion on June 23. I had to give my tickets up last year and I WILL NOT do it again this year. There should be some sort of commandment or something for that. "Thou shalt not give up Buffett tickets..." Jimmy Buffett's concert withdrawal is a horrifying experience. I wouldn't even wish it upon my worst enemy.
My pick of the week is "Taking Care of Business" by B.T.O. Its an oldie but always a goodie.
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