The Eloquence of Jannie

Jannie, Tara and I went out for a girls night of ice cream and a movie. During the ice cream portion of the evening, Tara was elaborating on the design of her living room and her choice of paint colors. In trying to remember the faux finish or technique she wanted to use she paused then muttered, "crap." Jannie, seizing the opportunity, piped up, "Oh don't mind me, I'm just crapping my walls."

Pepto, Anyone?

Jannie, and I (and a few others who shall remain nameless) were playing Phase 10. We were all on various phases, but closer to the end of the game where it requires players to make sets of cards instead of runs. Jannie, having been dealt a hand that was not conducive to easy "set" making, muttered, "Now would be a good time for the runs!"

How the Bean came into Being

How did Charity's nickname really evolve into Bean?  They have no immediate relation or obvious connection.  So let me explain.  No, there is too much.  Let me sum up.  When Charity was little, about a year or so old, we, the entire family would call her Charitina Bina.  Then it turned into Charity Bean, and then ChariBeanie.  Gradually, syllables kept disappearing and we had Charibean, Beanie and Beanie Baby.  Then, obviously, it evolved into just Bean.  Other incarnations of the Famous Bean Murdock:  ChaBean, Bean the Wean, Beanie Weanie, Beanie the baby, Cherry (which actually is not an incarnation of Bean-just in case you were wondering), and LaBean! I'm sure there are others, but I can't recall them all.  Her nickname was an acquired taste for her.  But for us, and no matter how much she fussed, whined,  complained, told us not to call her that in public, or tried to hide it, it became an evolving term of endearment that she will never be able to outgrow or make us forget, even if we wanted to. It's too ingrained. And it's tangled up in too much affection.  The Name of Bean is said with great love.

Bop Bop and Rebop

Aaron was changing Sundee's diaper and she needed a little powder-key here being "little."  Well, Aaron felt suddenly dramatic or something.  With swift taps on the bottom of the powder bottle aimed into Sundee's diaper, he said "Bop, Bop and Re-bop," each "bop" getting a solid puff of powder into the diaper.  With her oh-so-powder-fresh bottom, Sundee puffed little clouds each time she fell on her little behind. 

Madame Medusa's Pawn Shop Boutique

Charity was in the bathroom one night getting ready for bed after a show or something where she needed false eyelashes.  (This was while we lived at Minton, I think.)  I came in to brush my teeth.  Turning to me while she pulled off one eyelash with an efficient swipe, she said with a certain "rescuer" inflection: "Madame Medusa's Pawnshop Boutique!" She imitated it perfectly, red hair, no eyelashes and everything!

Rambo, Save Me!

Jannie is very imaginative.  We were living on Decatur,  I think, and she was in the kitchen making up stories.  She had a butter knife and a spoon and was making them jump up and down. The knife came bounding across the table while the spoon was tipping off the edge, yelling "Rambo, Rambo, save me!"  Is that how the story goes?