“Cotton Headed Ninny Muggins”

I was spending the day with my sister & her four children. Sounds simple enough. But get a load of this:

My niece of 2 witnessed her older brothers scuffling on the stairs & didn’t approve of what she saw unfolding right in front of her. A petite li’l thing, but don’t let her daintiness fool you for a second. She can hold her own. And she did.

If given a choice, it behooves you to not be misled by the short stature of this feisty female. And don’t you forget it. No way, no how, uh-uh. Or else. 

♦♦ Now’s a good time to shield your children from the coming content. 

♦♦ Reader discretion is advised.

The mini girl lashed out at her eldest sibling to verbally put him in his place. And whoa, watch out! Words blazing, the bone-shattering insult spewed from the lips of this teeny tot was, at her level, the equivalent of the worst of the worst. The most vicious, fervid, Herculean slam. That she knew of. Not just one, but TWO 4-letter words were utilized to get her point across.

Baby Head!



By Aunt Amy on 2-16-18

The Day Billy Graham Entered Heaven

February 21, 2018, Billy Graham at age 99 met Jesus. Good friend Kathie Lee Gifford said that her entire family was saved in Christ through the ministry of the most famous preacher in America, Billy Graham.

Kathie Lee Gifford shared her response she gives when people ask her why she’s – like Billy Graham was – so bold about her faith: “If you had the cure for cancer, would you keep it quiet?”’

Says Kathie Lee joyously, “I have a cure for the malignancy of the soul . . . Jesus.”

new on 10-11-17

So Be It!


I absolutely 9,000% fully agree & adore this below quoted piece in the fictional novel Dominion by Randy Alcorn that I’m reading!

Spoken by an old man named Obadiah whose parents were slaves & who faced a hard life as a sharecropper but maintains an unwavering unshakable faith in the Lord Almighty, to his young granddaughter after she asked if he was okay after he had a “hard and long” cough:

“I ain’t mulch on the flowers yet, you know. Nothin’ wrong with this ol’ boy that couldn’t be fixed by a good resurrection.”

“Close – But Not Really”

“Why are you a Gummy Bear?”

“Because I’m so sweet?”

“Because you’re so sweet!” confirmed his mother whose son’s nickname is Bear. Minutes earlier before the “sweet” car ride, my niece, nephew & I played Legos in the boys’ bedroom him & his third-grade brother share.

The 2 16oz. mugs of coffee I drank before coming to my sister’s house caused multiple trips to the bathroom. Just like a previous time, my nephew of 4 busted unannounced & uninvited in the door. What person in their right mind wants company in the john?

“I sawed yo’ nipple!” cried the intruder. Not quite, Gummy Bear, who has a lifetime of learning ahead of him. Buckling my belt with my long shirt barely raised during the quick process actually exposed my – oh, no! – belly button. Nice try. Four hundred percent do NOT like the path where this is heading . . . Quick, change topic.

Throughout my time at his house, while his 2 older siblings worked on schoolwork & his younger sister fulfilled the role of our tagalong playmate by trailing us wherever we happened to roam, he again like many times in the past, inquired about Me. The Enigma of his Aunt Amy.

Subjects the boy before brought up include

  1. l must still be a kid even though I say I’m an adult because my parents & I share a roof;
  1. Why my mouth is dry because he says his mouth is wet; &
  1. How I don’t have any hair on my head yet I’m still a girl.

Today’s topic of inquiry zeroed in on the cane I am forced to grip ALL THE TIME for safe stepping. Dang that neurotoxicity on my brain stem causing total imbalance. How I hate that permanent stick by my left side! Anyways, my very young nephew wondered aloud again why I use it, never previously receiving a satisfactory answer, I suppose.

“Most people don’t need canes, just some people.” That’s me again attempting to get through to his inquisitive mind.

I give the little guy credit for always seeking – but not necessarily uncovering – the truth. The 4-year-old took a shot in the semi-dark about why people use canes after taking into account what he already knows about me.

Oh, I love the way his mind works to amuse.

So if you’re bald you need them?”

The End

Joey the tagalong 3-15-18

Our Treasured Tagalong

By Aunt Amy



“Anatomy 101”

“Hey, can you run in my room on my desk & grab a K-cup for coffee for me?”

So my sweet ceaselessly helpful little niece dashed down the hall. Anything to save me a trip! Taking too long, I thought, I began to ask my Mom to go find her. Just then the first-grader emerged. Empty-handed. 

No big deal, I thought to myself. Till she raised her right hand up from under the kitchen table to reveal a decaf Starbucks K-cup. She comes through yet again. How I do love that girl.

Sitting at the kitchen table, my niece & I sat across from each other with her grandparents also across from each other at the table that seats 4. Glancing at her beloved always-entertaining Grandma’s dinner, the girl voiced her observation of a piece of the homemade quinoa salad on Grandma’s plate.

To her honest-at-all-costs granddaughter, Grandma kindly responded, “It’s a garbanzo bean.”

The child’s indubitably unfiltered comment that paved the way for her Grandma’s so very gracious reply?

That looks like a butt.”

The End

By Aunt Amy


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