I want you to know I put some time and effort into reading that - even magnified the picture and everything, but I couldn't decipher. I'm going with "Have to have a hadiypvls toy, have macet toy..."
As you can see I'm no help on the actual crucial parts...
I can't get any closer than Tiffany, but maybe if you consulted a toy magazine it would trigger something. I'm so rusty. I used to be the Urimm and Thumim when I taught Jr High Special Ed.
(Will I get kicked out of church for not knowing how to spell Urimm and Thumim)
Jill is the slice of home baked pie you long for. Her dad was a farmer. His dad was a farmer. On a hot summer day Jill would call me up to go floating down the canal or ride the slick rocks with the stream into a barely thawed pool of water. She's also the girl I called one day when I was bored and offered to drive two hours and try out this new thing called "Bungee Jumping." We did although I can't remember why . The first year after my college graduation I found myself particularly low on pride. First of all, I was a college graduate working as a sales clerk. Too late I discovered that a bachelors degree in sociology is equal to a high school diploma and, in some cases, a G.E.D. and got you hired at JC Penney trying to upsale with a colorful scarf. On top of it, I'd been dumped. It wasn't that he was the love of my life. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He started planning the wedding aloud and I freaked out, pointing out that we'd only bee...
I was nearly 8 years old when my baby sister was born. This was quite fortunate since I was well adept at reading. I was tired of my name. Nancy. So plain. The Sunday comics included a comic strip called Nancy. She hung out with her stupid little boyfriend named Russell, was very boring and cried all the time. Why would parents who love their child name her such a boring name? I assumed they had run out of originality by this point. I was, after all, their third child. There was Mike, then Suzy, after me they had Joey (short for Joanne) and finally Jene Marie. The "j" a soft French slur. It was fitting. We had a French surname. But clearly Jene Marie was their crowning glory. Do I hate for taking all the love from my parents and hogging it for herself? Of course not. She's my sister. She's my baby sister. But if I happen to feel the need to speak to her when she's at work, I always ask for her by using both names; Jene Marie (with the schwa). I don't want her...
Ohhhhhhh, that's so sweet. They grow up so fast.. Merry Christmas and have a great time.
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Dana
Readaholics Anonymous
Red Ryder BB gun. Or a zhu zhu pet habitat. I am sure of it.
ReplyDeleteI want you to know I put some time and effort into reading that - even magnified the picture and everything, but I couldn't decipher.
ReplyDeleteI'm going with "Have to have a hadiypvls toy, have macet toy..."
As you can see I'm no help on the actual crucial parts...
Ask your child to read you their letter--tell them you would love them to read to you--and then praise their reading, and their ideas. Worked for me!
ReplyDeleteI can't get any closer than Tiffany, but maybe if you consulted a toy magazine it would trigger something. I'm so rusty. I used to be the Urimm and Thumim when I taught Jr High Special Ed.
ReplyDelete(Will I get kicked out of church for not knowing how to spell Urimm and Thumim)