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December 01, 2011
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I never talked to my parents about Santa Claus’s reality.

Not when I was 16 with a license, not today, when my mother is still alive at 90. I told them not to tell me. I have no idea why. Well, I do, I think. I didn’t want them to tell me there is no Santa. But I don’t know why. I mean, I do, I just need to find it in there and then maybe I could vocalize it.

Some things you just don’t want to be told, I think. 

You ever think about how scary it might be to think about the tooth fairy? And I remember being the tooth fairy and feeling panic when you know you have to put the coins under the pillow but you can’t find the tooth, and you don’t want to wake the kid up!

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November 29, 2011
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alinasmith: We went to the park yesterday. It was hot and muggy and no one was terribly happy to be there. But we went. So I took photos. Because that’s what I do. At the park, and a good had was timed by all. Isn’t she the cutest thing? Leah was very HAPPY! She’s just precious; you’ve got to see this child’s thighs. I keep telling her mother she’s a big ball of joy and it’s true. Everybody that sees her comments on her cuteness and her legs and her brightness. She follows Dakota around like a puppy, and he loves it. He’s an articulate and thoughtful sometimes, but sometimes he’s a screaming tornado and he was this day. Running around on the slides and rocks and jumping down onto his dad and teasing Leah.  It’s so good to be with them.

alinasmith:

We went to the park yesterday. It was hot and muggy and no one was terribly happy to be there. But we went. So I took photos. Because that’s what I do.

At the park, and a good had was timed by all. Isn’t she the cutest thing? Leah was very HAPPY! She’s just precious; you’ve got to see this child’s thighs. I keep telling her mother she’s a big ball of joy and it’s true. Everybody that sees her comments on her cuteness and her legs and her brightness. She follows Dakota around like a puppy, and he loves it. He’s an articulate and thoughtful sometimes, but sometimes he’s a screaming tornado and he was this day. Running around on the slides and rocks and jumping down onto his dad and teasing Leah. 

It’s so good to be with them.

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November 27, 2011
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I’m George.

I’ve asked my daughter Alina to set this up for me, and she’s a much quicker typist than I so she’s typing this, as well. Leah, my granddaughter, is begging for ‘up’ from her mother so I’m going to take a moment and feed her some ice cream while she grins at me from the table. My other daughter Lisa is sitting on the couch with her brand new 13-day-old baby watching an old episode of Friends. 

I’m not sure what this blog will eventually become, but I was thinking, you know, I’ve got seven kids and sixteen grandkids and they’re scattered from hell to yonder and I may be a truck driver but driving my car here was a chore. Cars don’t have beds in the back. So this is basically a way to talk to my kids, or anybody else that’s interested in me and my stories. I hope that it’s as cool as I think it could be. 

I’ll be here in Texas visiting Lisa for the next three weeks, and Alina will be here until the 8th so until then I have a resident typist. After that she’ll fly back to North Carolina where she’s staying with her mother. No promises about the speed of posting after that.`