Happy New Year From Sir Poops, Hair Ball and Shelly

  Happy New Year everybody! Hope you all had a great holiday.

SPAL: I know we look ridiculous.

HB: Yeah. But Mummsy dressed us up.

SPAL: She wanted to do this for Christmakah but we were too busy running and hiding from the Glowstick.

 

 

 

HB: Yeah. He was everywhere, moving as fast as a super hero, chasing us around. He’d poke our eyes and picked our noses.

SPAL: Uh-huh! He even hit me with a spoon and climbed into my little house with me.

HB: Whatever happened to our sweet-little-Glowstick-baby? When he first came around, all he’d do was sit in a chair or lay in a blanket. He even slept a lot.

SPAL: ***shrugs*** I hear Mummsy say all the time kids are different today.

HB: What’s that supposed to mean?

SPAL: ***shrugs***

HB: And it wasn’t fair that he got to eat at the table, too. What’s up with that?

SPAL: Yeah. I know. He got a special chair, too.

HB: How come we don’t get a special chair to sit in at the table?

SPAL: I don’t know.

HB: Do you think Mummsy and Daddy-O are being racist because we have fur and they don’t?

SPAL: Never. ***rolls his eyes*** I think you need to stop while you’re ahead. Mummsy and Daddy-O love us. Anyway, I was disappointed that I didn’t get the interview questions out to everyone as planned. Sorry.

HB: Yeah. Sorry.

SPAL: But we do have guests for January.

HB: But not for February. Right?

SPAL: So Mummsy invited someone named, Toy Boy, to fill in on the weeks we don’t have a guest.

HB: Toy Boy?

SPAL: ***shrugs*** Mummsy says she has plans for Daddy-O. That’s all I know.

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Before we go, we wanted to tell you that Mummsy has put her book up at Amazon. It’s only in paperback for now. Sometime this month it should be available as an ebook. She’s planning on a party then. If you want to go look, just click the link below the book.

 

Secondhand Shoes

 

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Also, Mummsy will be back this week for the Insecure Writer’s Group.

And we’ll be back next Tuesday. Happy New Year again!

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

Saturdays With Sir Poops: Welcoming Glowstick

SPAL: Hi, nice people. I was suppose to deliver the Sunshine Award and answer questions today but me and Hair Ball’s life has changed.

HB: Yeah. That’s right. It’s changed all right.

SPAL: The change happened this past Monday. Something arrived.

HB: Yeah. It smelled like poop. And it was wearing  diaper like pansy-boy.

SPAL: No-No says his smell makes her want to throw up. But I think he smells beautiful. Daddy-o and Mummsy think so, too. They call it a baby smell.

HB: You would. You’re a poop-eater. Everyone knows that about you, pansy-boy.

SPAL: Well, you’re stupid and made him make this terrible, loud noise…WAAAAAAAA-WAAAAAA… because all you did the first night was bark at him. That wasn’t nice.

HB: Well, you danced around him like a sissy-pansy-boy.

SPAL: It’s my special greeting.

HB: At least you did the dance without peeing on him like you do everyone else.

SPAL: I can’t help I have little control over my whizzer. Blame it on old age. You’re right behind me, stupid. Anyway, we like this thing…little person.

HB: Yeah. He’s pretty cool but wears his fur?

SPAL: I don’t know. He looks like Mummsy and Daddy-o. Furless people. But it’s fun to play with him.

HB: Yeah.

SPAL: I love to kiss him. He’s so cute. And he’s our size.

HB: And I’ve got a new job to protect him, too. I make sure no one steals his food when Mummsy feeds him. He eats some really weird looking stuff, too. Mummsy let me taste it. I don’t know why he likes it. There’s no taste to it.

SPAL: Yup. And he doesn’t take up a lot of room on our couch either. He likes to sit with Daddy-o at night and watch our favorite shows. Last night we ate fruit popsicles and watched Fringed.

 

HB: I have a question. Why does Mummsy call Daddy-o Grampy now?

SPAL: I’m not real sure. Maybe it’s a pecking-order-thing. ***he shrugs***

HB: Oh.

SPAL: Anyway, Mummsy and all of us are hoping to get back to normal soon but life has been unpredictable. Plus, she’s been doing the A to Z Challenge over at her other blog Secondhand Shoes, A Novel .

HB: Yeah. And  Mummsy’s editor died.

SPAL: Yup. Poor Mummsy.

HB: Yeah. Poor Mummsy.

SPAL: Her health, and my health. And now this little person she calls Glowstick. He’ll be here a while.

HB: I hope he stays a while.

SPAL: Me, too.

Five White Girls Amongst Twenty Mexicans and My New Grandson, Other Stuff, Too

The above picture is four of my daughters plus me. Going left to right, Tinkerbell, No-No, Me, Ewee, and Sum-Sum.

Now imagine us in a room full of Spanish-speaking-Mexican women mingled with some of their men-wished I had pictures to show you.

Ewee’s quazi mom-in-law put a baby shower on for her. It was the longest one I’ve ever attended. From forty-thirty to eight-thirty, I was trapped. Everything was Mexican. Fried food galore-stuff I wouldn’t and couldn’t eat. All game instructions were in Mexican. All introductions were in Mexican. I’m sure you get my point.

“Mom. What are they saying?” One of my daughters asked.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll figure it out.” Good thing I took Spanish, Castillion not Mexican. There is a difference, people, but I did get through it. I listened with my heart.

Lesson here, I learned what it’s like to be the minority.

Now for my grandson:

 

Say hello to Jordan Kyle Alvarrez. He was born July 20, 2011. He weighed 8 lbs and was 21 inches long. He also, ripped mom on the way out.

A bit of karma is already happening to Ewee. Her weight and height were the same when she was born. She also ripped me on the way out.

So if I haven’t been by your blog or left a comment, the little guy above has a lot to do with it. This week I’ll get back on track now that I’m getting used to grandma-dom.

I even downloaded several books to my Kindle this week.

The Dream Spell by Emma Daniels

The Touch by Lisa Olsen

Angel of Mercy by Lisa Olsen

My Beginning by Melissa Kline

A Repeating Life by Christy Parks

Storm Chaser by Mark R. Hunter

Box of Rocks by Karla Telega

Next week, I’ll have a book review prepared on Beth Muscat’s Triology, Remember the eyes.

That’s all for now folks!

Happy blogging, reading, and writing!

Shelly