mizry of buddy don: missin this lil feller

i bin sick so much n so often that i aint seen this lil piece of my hart in nigh on to 8 munths. i shore do miss eem:

mizry of buddy don: these thangs never stop

twas my intenshun to post a lil sumthin ever day sos i could git this blog a'goin agin, but thangs dont always go the way ye wont em to. so i wuz up at 12:30 yesterdy, trine to cunvints myself that i wudnt havin no migraine when i wuz. whut depresshun i felt over gittin sick agin. (when i have good daze, i caint imagin thays still bad daze a'cummin.)then my blessed lil miz bd pointed out that

dreams of buddy don: sumday

tiz my dream that sumday i will share this view ...with this lil feller ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: rurnt

tuther day buck putt up a comment on a post i dun bout our furst grandson ezekiel. he ast:I get the feeling that Ezekiel might be "rurnt"Any truth to that? :-)rurnt? that lil un aint hardly rurnt lessn ye mean even more spoilt than that proverbyall rotten apple that sent the hole barrel down to ruinayshun! n ifn he aint rurnt yet, tiz only proof that we gut us sum wurk yet to be dun.i am shore

pitchers tuck by buddy don: one year ago today

i have herd it sed that whenever ye start to git ole n notiss how most thangs in life is kindly a'gittin a lil wurses, along cums one of lifes gratest bonuses: a grandchild. one year ago today, me n miz bd n a slew of other folk was down at st vincents hospitull in the greenwich village waitin fer the arrival of a lil feller, witch we dint know till he wuz born whuther he wuz a'gone be a boy or a

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiel cuntinues his escape attempts

they say t he fruit dont fall far frum the tree, witch that means them kids is a'gone turn out a lot lack thar parnts. tiz the case with ezekiel on a counta hes jes lack tony whenever ye tell eem sumthin aint allowd. that then becums the verr thang he wood wonta do.as menchunned yesterdy, ezekiel wonted to go outside. evertime he gut a'loose, thats whar he wood hed. heres sum pitchers of a

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ezekiels furst birthdy party

ezekiel wuz born one year ago on windsdy, but thay wuz a party up in westchester yesterdy, so me n miz bd wint, witch we woodnta missd it fer innythang. i aint even close to finishin them pitchers frum le conte, so ye kin jes magine how far behind i am with pitchers of the party! (n i aint even tride to look at sum pitchers tuck last week at the brooklyn botanick garden ... maybe sum day.)but

pitchers tuck by buddy don: nuthern frum le conte

seems lack i bin trine to ketch my own tail ever since gittin back frum vacayshun. i gut to be at wurk early today sos i kin brush up fer a presentauyshun to our global team, so i wont have much time to do innythang moren post a nuther pitcher frum le conte, witch as anne johnson sed in a comment, 'Ain't the mountains wunnerful fer bein bettern art?' tiz a fack, ma'am!

'vacayshuns' of buddy don: ruff grate mothers tour of 2009

me n miz bd lacks to take whut we call the grate mothers tour of whutever year it is that we git a chants to go visit our mothers, mine in tennessee, hern in ohio. we generly rent a car n drive to one place or tuther n then home, witch this year we had a lil stop in washingtun deecee that miz bd had to make on a counta she is lobbyin our jr senator to do the rat thang with respeck to the unitin

waka of budouadana: Gratitude

GratitudeOur parents give usLife, care and independence,Proving selfless love,For which they ask for nothingBut a child’s pure gratitude.

vacayshuns of buddy don: the grate mothers tour of 2009

in case ye git to wundern whuther i have dun dropped offn this here worl, dont wurry nun: me n miz bd is a'gone git on the rode later on today sos we kin visit with our kin in the grate states of tennessee n ohio. we kin hardly wait to see em! miz bd is a'gone brang a laptop cumputer she gut, so mayhap i will git the chants to post a pitcher or sumthin.our dream fer the trip is to git sum good a

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lucky shot

tuther week (or munth) me n miz bd gut to go to a party fer my grate neffyew (n he is a grate lil feller!). durin the celebrayshun, i tuck a pitcher in a meer that turnt out magickull ...in that thar pitcher ye kin see ezekiel n my grate neffyew liam n his grandpa n tony n pitchers of sum of the fambly thats no longer with us n sum that is. twuz a lucky shot. tiz proof that ye orta take as minny

pitchers tuck by buddy don: yunguns

thay wuz a big birthdy party this weekend fer my great nefyew liam, witch twuz his secunt birthdy. turnt out that most everybidy cum, including ezekiel, so heres a few pitchers of them yunguns ...heres the birthdy boy offerin a carrot to his Grandie...here he is eatin one of his favert thangs, witch he calls em 'matoes' ...mayhap this shirt wuz the birthdy boys favert new gift, witch he wuz

pitchers tuck by buddy don: Mr. Dienstbier

ye dun herd how a pitcher is wurth a thousund wurds ... thisn purty much gives ye a lil insight into miz bd ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: whut a dad my son turnt out to be

tiz easy to wurry bout the nex generayshun when one of em is yourn. ye caint hep but hope them yunguns will grow up to be able to take keer of tharself n even to brang up sum yunguns of thar own.thangs turnt out purty good on that frunt ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: gimme that thar camra, granddaddy!

pitchers tuck by buddy don: fergive my obsesshun

but i caint hardly git a nuff of these pitchers of lil ezekiel, so heres a few more, witch he wont crawl but tries to walk, doin a purrfeck 'downward facin dog' fer them amung ye that knows yer yoga, n he knows his legs is good fer sumthin, so whenever ye putt em on the ground, he cummences to jump up n down (long as yer holdin im).after jumpin, he lacks to look at his granny, witch that wood be

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lil ezekiel at two months

tiz oft sed that a child changes rite befor yer verr eyes. tiz even more dramatick ifn ye dont see the child moren once a week, even less ifn yer havin migraines (mine lacks to cum on saturdy mornin most of all).innywho, yesterdy wuz the last chants fer jack to meet ezekiel ere he gits on the plane fer prague, witch he will do that this evenin. so twuz that all wuz gatherd over at isaiahs, witch

pitchers tuck by buddy don: everbidy luvs a newborn

it tuck long a nuff. sarah, the poor mother, wuz in labor fer over 30 hours. the idee wuz to have the child at home in a natcherul settin, but twernt to be. lil ezekiel wuz in a posterior posishun, witch that made it near impossibull fer im to cum out on his own. after a day n a nite of hard labor (easy fer me to say), the parnts n midwife wint on down to st vincents hospital on 12th street in

dreamin of buddy don: seein the ded in dreams

lack inny big fambly, ifn yer lucky a nuff to live as long as i dun, yer lackly to outlive sum of them thats near n dear to ye. afterds ye suffer frum not seein em agin, lease not in this life n nobidy knows fer sartin bout the next life, ifn thay even is one.innywho, last nite i dreamt of a verr close departed member of our fambly, witch to splain a bit about how it cum to be that she wuz in the