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Beau Wann, Jr.
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Hey Teddie, you ought to have my computer...I turn on my own music, and minimize it, and then get into the 64 website...first time I did that, I wondered why I was hearing two songs...seems it plays mine and Jackies...not to worry though, I just turn mine off...duh!!!! another blustery day in the hood...and cold too...I'd make a good weatherman wouldnt I...
Coop and I kept our appointment with Coops kids...he sure has an amazing affect on the little ones, shucks on just about everyone, big or liitle...Rachael comes running across the library and just hugs Coop...she settles down next to him...he lays on his side and every now and then raises his big ol head up and licks her on the face, which produces a grin and a giggle from her...she just sits and reads and strokes his massive blonde body, making the fur fly, literally...think I'm gonna change his name to dandelion...thats what it's like just touching him, fur just scatters to the four winds...and I brush him within an inch of his life almost everyday...with one of those "furminators", and two other regular brushes...
Jesus is the largest of the three kids...when he comes out, he is all business like, quiet and shy, but still cant suppress a grin when he and coop connect...I dont recall seeing the way he sits down from anyone...one minute he is standing, then he crosses his calves together and sinks to the floor...with legs crossed under him, I mean...he sits on his crossed calves and feet...were I ever to be found in that position, you might as well bury me as I sit, cause to get to that position, I'd have to be dead...I have never, NEVER, been able to sit crosslegged in my life, from young youte to now, old youte...
Jose, the prettiest boy I have ever seen...My wife tells me it is common among male hispanic children...(she has been teaching kids for 32 years, so I guess she should know)...his eyes just sparkle, and laugh...with some good luck, and a good agent, he could be a model or an actor when he grows up...he sets his book filled back pack down and slides on the floor to coopers side...Ol coop does not disappoint...coop just licks his face and hair and I swear, that ol boy grins from ear to ear...well of course he does, he's a dog, thats what they do, happy or not...Jose' asked me if I liked books..."I love em" was my reply...he said the same thing...fine lad he...
All three kids can read pretty well, stumbling on a word now and again...but generally they spell the word, and sound it out, and with little or no help from me, and can figure the word out...I tell em from time to time the meaning of the word, and they usually know what it means, except for today...the word COOTIES came up in a book...Jose' asked me what that was...I just said "germs", and he was satisfied...I wasnt, of course...I told Diane the word stumbled over, and she laughed and told me what and where it came from...LICE...seems that the WWI soldiers had a real bad problem with LICE...and named them aptly, COOTIES...they even started a 'COOTIE ORGANIZATION" wearing red socks to identify the members...
Now, you know everything you could have POSSIBLY never wanted to know on COOTIES....remember the game "Cootie"???? Was that what a giant lice looked like, a COOTIE????
Well, anyway, me and coop had a productive and enjoyable day...I paid him for his work, some oscar mayer weiners...he seems satisfied with his pay...hope he doesnt go out on strike with the football players...now there's a group that really needs to strike...I tried watching the stupor bowl this year...havent watched it in ten years or more...too much hype, not enough substance....at least for me...I really use to love football, and so looked forward to fall...I watched every college and pro game I could...it seems to have lost something along the way...
Well, we all grow up and out and change with the years I suppose...I'm not much of a sports fan of any sport...do like to ride my MC and play my guitar...speaking of which, I saw some of the Antiques Roadshow, and some guy brought in an 1890 Martin Guitar, in excellent shape...worth about 8 grand...WOW...would like to play it, see how it sounds...
Ol Oliver is in my lap, kneading his claws in my leg and purring up a storm...the purring I can use, no need for the kneading of claws, I allus say...guess I will sign off for now youse guys...
Keep the sun at your six and ride boldly ride...
olbeauwannkanobie
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