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Ella's Page |
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Ella Watkins
is going to be seven in December 2008. She is
studying trumpet and guitar and recently received
her yellow belt in
Tae Kwan Do.
She has sung with the Olga Watkins Band.
She has also
sung the National Anthem for the Pittsburgh Colts
and on many occasions, as a soloist, for her school. |
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"Ella wanted a
'bwack dancing dress' just like one of the little ho's from
the Bratz. (Who gave her that tape?!) So, i pulled something
out of my butt, and like magic, a bwack dancing dress. I
said, "Hey Ella! Let me take your picture." She obliged
without a second thought. A natural poser, this kid. I
wonder where she gets that?
Anyway, I here's Ella, striking a pose or two. I was waiting
for her to offer her autograph. |
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This is Ella
and her new pal, Billie. (Named for Billie Holiday, of
course.) June, 2005 |
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Photo by James Rich. http://www.jlrich.com |
The Pretty Witch |
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Over the Christmas break, while working in the kitchen, I heard a crash from the second floor. I yelled, "Ella, are you OK?" She answered "Yes." I replied "What are you doing?" She answered " I'm just trying to get this dammit, dammit puter (computer) ready!"
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All Miss Ella wanted for her birthday AND Christmas was "a Sponge Bob Cake and presents" What kind of presents, Ella? " Just presents" |
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While at her Grammy's house over the holidays, Ella decided she had had enough visiting for one day and told her Grandmother, "Grammy. Get your ass on the road and get me to Mama's house right now!"
Good thing grammy has a sense of humor. |
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Ella: "Once uponce a time, there was a wov-a-wy (lovely) wov-a-wy, wov-a-wy, wov-a-wy boof."
Mama: "What the heck's a boof?" Ella: "No. Woof. Woof. Wif da piggies and he bwowed the house down."
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Returning to the homestead, after a long day in the car, Ella stood on the neighbor's porch, ignoring my repeated requests for her to get her little butt back on her own porch. With one hand on her hip and the other shaking a finger in my direction, these were her words. "I'm serious, Mama. I'm pissing off!"
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I have only myself to blame. |
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Ella changed the words to a few Christmas carols. My favoite was this...
"...he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he know's if you're a asshole..." |
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While hanging out with her Grammy, Ella had an occaision to make a new fried at Grammy's work. Ella walked up to the little fella and said "Hi, I'm Ella. And I'm cwazy, cwazy, cwazy!" |
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Friday, September 3, 2004; Taking a break from dancing, between songs, at her Uncle Reg's CD release party, Ella walked up to the stage and said " Reggie, you're doin' rewy good. You're doin' rewy good, Reggie." |
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Pics from Ocean City, NJ. Summer 2004 |
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| Ella told Jessica's boyfriend, Eric, with finger pointed and wagging, "I'm serious you guys. I'm not in the mood!" This was last Monday, August 9, 2004 right after she "sat-in" with the Subha, Craig and I during our rehearsal/cookout at my house. Subha, her hero, set up his drum kit in the dining room and Ella set up her, toddler size drum kit right next to Subha's. She also jumped up occasionally to grab her tamborine, dance or sing a little. No surprise, she's becoming quite the little mic-hog, God bless her little, Diva's soul!
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Ella helped me out at my Balcony Cookware, singing chef gig today with her rendition of Old McDonald. Sung, with little help from her accompaniment, while sitting on my prep table. |
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While visiting the Doctor's office yesterday, July 13, 2004, after giving myself a nice, deep stab wound in the left hand Friday night, Ella walked around the very full waiting room and told everyone "Mommy cut her hand yike a big dummy." Thanks El. |
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