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| Me. Holding Uncle Brad's cat Tomasina |
This past weekend Sister, Bella and Kolbie showed up at
7:30PM on Saturday night with RumChata, Hungry Hobo, and the Sorry game in
tow. They wanted to surprise me with
Family Game Night. Oh it was a surprise
all right. Since I was trying to get
through the 2nd of 3 massive headaches that weekend and especially
since Sorry is my 2nd least favorite board game next to
Monopoly. After the game was over, (thank
the Lord it went fairly quick,) I was trying to usher them out the door because
Sister was giving Brodie licks of RumChata and my head was pounding, when out
of nowhere her and Kolbie start going through the basement (my house mind you)
like a scene from American Pickers.
Me: Dear God, what are you doing? Sister: Looking for treasures. Me: What the hell could you possibly need
from this basement? Sister: How will I
know if I don’t look. See here is a
bottle of Mogan David wine Dad and Janet can share over the holidays. Me: Dear God really, it’s probably 40 years
old. Sister: Well doesn’t wine get
better with age? Look here you have a
wine from Germany, look at all this wine you have. Me: Well I sure as hell wouldn’t drink that,
I don’t even know who it would have come from.
That is REALLY OLD. Don’t you
need to go home? Sister: (She has moved
to Dad’s office) I am looking for a shirt to wear to bed. I love your old shirts that you just
toss. Oh, here are some shorts. Kolbie: LOOK, PAPA KEPT ALL MY DOLLS! See here is proof. Me: Oh yes, that is lovely, if you take it
home, your mother will kill us both, it really is time for you guys to go. Sister: Oh!
I FOUND PICTURES! This is that
trip to Minnesota when Tar (Brother) puked.
Kolbie look at your Dad, he was so stinking cute! Kolbie: He’s not now. Me: Oh my God, please take the whole box with
you and sort it out at home, I have to lay down NOW.
Needless to say, they finally left, but not without a few “treasures.” Most of them being pictures.
Why do we go back through old photos? Well to reminisce of course. Sometimes a photo can remind you of a time
and place and just like that you can be back there in a second. You can instantly remember the moment as if
it was yesterday. Well I can. Sister not so much. She barely remembers driving to work every
day.
I don’t mind old photos from when I was a youngster…a
tyke. I was cute. Adorable really. I suppose it could be argued that I still am,
but I would not agree with you. You can
show me pictures of my past 40 years all you want. MINUS the pictures from Minnesota. I am not kidding. Those bring back memories that border on
being so wonderful and so painful at the same time that I cannot decide which
way my heart wants to go. I guess that is
what they call Bittersweet. It could be
because when people see them they say, oh my gosh you were so skinny. I was and never WILL be skinny, but yes, I was
a lot lighter. You would be too if you
taught aerobics for 2 hours every day and you worked in a fitness center. It certainly was a different time in my life.
If you haven’t done so in awhile, go find some old pictures,
grab a beverage (of your preference, or whatever may help you get through them)
and go back…
Oh the things I would tell that little girl now if I could!
Tomasina? Did we initially think she was a little boy? I love old photos! Makes me so grateful for the family and friends who have molded me into the person I am today.
ReplyDeleteOMG!! Hungry Hobo!! Haven't had that in years!! That was like the precursor to Subway...but better!....and with baked potatoes!
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