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| Hi...and welcome to Peanut Patti's Place.... |
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| I am so glad you dropped in. I call this my vanity page. Now I can proceed to bore you with the details of me, me, me. It seems to be a habit of mine. Not that I'm not interested in YOU, mind you...it's just that I live with me and everything I do is important to me. So.....Here goes the story of what makes Peanut Patti tick...PS - after I've finished, e-mail me with what makes YOU tick, and l promise to read it! |
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| Now would you have thought that a little girl who looked this innocent could have been such a mega brat??? Well, I've been told I kept them all hoppin'. |
| Patricia Anne Clarke ("Patty" - or as my English mamma called me - "Potty"). I was born May 4, 1945 in Coton Park, Staffordshire County, England. I came to America with mamma when I was 10 months old - when this picture was approximately taken. |
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| These are recent pictures of (1) me with J.B. (a most wonderful man),(2) me with my oldest daughter, Cathy, and (3) at a friend's house. On a good day, I often resemble these pictures. On a bad day, I scare the cat. And if I squinch the pictures together to make them fit, it makes me look skinnier. I like that. |
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| ~Things I Wonder About ~ |
| Where did God come from? This is something I know everyone wonders about at times, but no one wants to ask this out loud for fear of looking sacriligious. What does the Pope wear underneath his robe? Do fleas have teeny little weenies? Is homosexuality genetic or made? And if a person can't help having that gene at birth, why would God condemn it and say it's a sin? How come coffee smells so good in the can, and tastes so bitter when it's brewed? What warped Hitler? Was he marked before he was born to be evil? Why is it that everything that tastes so good, is bad for you and fattening? What does God look like? Why do most animals only see in black and white? Are there other planets in the universe with people on them like us? Do flowers feel pain when they're picked? Can stuffed animals develop emotions? (I think so.) Does God, when he refers to me, call me "Patricia", or "Patti"? |
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| Okay. Now you know that I have difficult thoughts to ponder. What exactly makes Peanut Patti tick? Well, there are several things. My grandkids, of course...that goes without saying. And then I purely love adventure, any kind of adventure. I wish it was within my power to travel the world. Oh yes...I love a good book that I have to just peek at the ending because it is driving me crazy, wildflowers in the springtime, and various kinds of classical and ethnic music (hebrew, cajun, and occasionally country). Aaron Neville. And anything Sarah Brightman. I think "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers is the greatest version of that song that was ever recorded. I recently discovered Johnny Clegg and Savuka, thanks to World Cafe on NPR. The power and the passion of this man and his music is unbelievably awesome. I am in total, unadulterated love with him. I love to create. I have to create. I am driven to create. Probably why I had five children. Oh no, that's right...that's procreate. If I can write a poem that touches someone's heart, if I can tell a joke that makes someone laugh, if I can reach out and grab someone's soul as I tell a story...that makes me happy. If I can create something with my hands that someone else can enjoy and admire...that makes me happy. I love Yanni (all that long beautiful hair he waves around - he exudes sensuality) I love Garrison Keiller, that extra dry humor that catches you unaware and makes you laugh at it's very innocence. I love crisp October blue sky days. I love early summer mornings and birdsong. I love to hear church bells on a cold winter's afternoon. I love the excitement of kids at Christmas. I love the smell of the earth after a summer afternoon rain, with the steam rising up off the ground. And I tell God all the time about all the things He has put out there to make me happy...how wonderful He is!!! One thing I do know...one of these days God is going to call me to partake of my next great adventure...I want to be ready when He calls. Love, the very important person, PEANUT PATTI |
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| I had to throw this picture in - it's me rubbing elbows, or trying to reach up to rub the elbows, of the famous Mary Steenburgen (married to Ted Danson). This was taken in Hot Springs at a family reunion. Mary is related to J.B. (see picture above). I found her to be a totally super nice person, plus a lot of fun. So much for my brush with 15 minutes of fame. |
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