Still about Pius!

Well talking about my dad brought back lots of memories. I love the pictures I have of him and Bobby. Bobby HATES the Ferris wheel but the deal was if grandpa goes on the ride that was pictured in my last blog then Bobby had to go on the Ferris wheel. He does not look very scared in this picture, but he was. What a handsome boy he is at 11. Grandpa loves Bobby which you can certainly tell in this picture. I really did have a great day so many years ago with them.












This is Bobby and I in the same bucket on the Ferris wheel. He was still scared but looked quite dashing. Now he is bigger than I am by at least 3 inches now.




Most of all I love that Grandpa rode that "bull". He makes me laugh to this day about that. Can you believe he took the man working the bull's hat? Of course you could if you knew him. He just took his hat and sat his aside like it was part of the ride, LOL.

See, here is the man before Grandpa jacked him of his hat. By the end of the ride I think that man was wearing Dads hat.



Well Pops still makes me laugh. We have had our share of days we don't get along. But looking at pictures of him on the bull it will always remind me of the song (which is on my blog) "This ain't my first rodeo"!!




Well Pops you may not know it but you are a great inspiration in my life. Thanks for all you do and even the things you taught me I did not want to learn.

Oh, by the way he is a teacher and was Bobby's first substitute teacher. That is for another day. But let me just tell you, he had already spoiled Bobby so Bobby though he could do whatever he liked. I will tell you that story someday but not now, I will say it ended with other teachers telling me they had to come into the classroom to settle it down.

Love you Pops, tell Kathy Hi, and thanks for loving you!! ~ ME

Pops!!! Pius

Well most my life when people ask me about what I want to do I always say "When I grow up I want to be" this or that. Then when people started looking at me like I had already grown up, I still did not think that it made a difference. I still did not see that I had already grown up, and had a child that was quite on his way to being a grown up. Funny, when I talk of my son and then people say "how old is Bobby" and I tell them they look at me like I have lost my mind. Most think I am talking about some 5 or 6 or even 9 year old. Hewill always just be a child in my mind, as I am in my own mind.

So I have decided that now that I am grown up, that I have to do something with myself. I have always had a comfort that my boss has kids younger than mine so he will not be retiring soon. But than again even if I don't have a child at home I still need retirement to take care of myself. So maybe in 2009 I will go back to school in the evenings and get some official degree. I think I will always put it off because I will always be my fathers' daughter and procrastinate until it is to late.

Well the one thing I can tell you is that although my "pops" was a procrastinator he still taught me a lot of things.

1: eat all your taco, even the tomato's on top (no need to waste them under the car Duane)

2: gamble all you want, but act like it is your job

3: it is never to late to find love (congrats Pops!!!)

4: the child that gives you the most trouble is the best {that would be me :)}

5: when life gives you onions, make them in the microwave for dinner

and mostly

6: when "they" say you can't, that's when you can