Breann is Janet's oldest daughter. She will turn 21 this month. Every time she reads my blog she whines, "I want to be a 'sistah'."
And I reply, "You're not seasoned enough."
"What do you mean by seasoned?" she asks.
"If you have to ask, what I mean by seasoned, then you are definitely not ready to be a 'sistah'. Sorry, maybe in twenty-years, you need to have to let out a few more notches on your belt," I explain.
"Okay, then when do I get to be the subject of a blog?" This happens to be her second most popular whine.
"There are people I know that pray they are not subjects of my blog, or wish they weren't," I laughed.
"Well, I am not one of those people," she nasally replied.
"Okay, do something funny or shtupid and you are on!" Breann is an amazing person and she helps me a lot. I doubt when she was growing up that she thought about being a caregiver. Poor Breann is the dirty job caregiver. She happily does everything that no one else wants to do, for example, toenails and waxing. Unfortunately for Breann, I can't write about her on my blog because I can't write about what she does that would be too much information for the reader.
"Hey, a lot of things that we do are funny!" she nagged.
"I know, but no one wants to read about that stuff. Believe me I have tried to think of something. You know, like the time . . . . OOPS, no. Or what about when. . . . . .YIKES, no way, can't write about that. Or just yesterday when . . . . ."
"No, you better not!"she shouted.
"See, I told you so," I smiled.
I have a favorite line in a picture book, My Rotten Redheaded Older Brother, written by Patricia Polacco: "A thought inspired me like a cool breeze on a hot summer day." Whenever I read that line I think of Breann. Breann is so refreshing. She is generally always happy. She has a tenderness in her heart for the down-trodden. Over the years, she has had her teen moments, but she has always been a great kid. (which happens to be a testament to her parents raising her so well) And now, she has become an awesome woman. Breann is a cool breeze on a hot summer day. I guess that is why her parents call her Breezy.
Happy Birthday, Breann.
What about the time she . . . . . OH, NO TMI!
The Flip Side
Breann never helps me chase lizards!