Memory Lane

It’s February.  It snowed again.  Yet another two hour delay (I actually like two hour delays, I wish school always started at 11:00, then I could sleep in more have more time for exercise and dusting).  There’s just not much going on besides the fight breaking out behind me over the t.v. remote, but I’m betting you don’t want to see a picture of that.   Or maybe you do, but that’s totally mean that you would get so much joy from my personal misfortune.

I began blogging about this time two years ago.  I wish I had discovered blogging sooner, not only because it’s a valid reason for turning my back to fights breaking out over remotes, but because I’ve found I really love the creative outlet blogging provides for me.  Also…there are years and years worth of stories stored in my head and photos stored on my computer that will never get an audience. 

Or will they?


Does the fact that the spaghetti is Healthy Harvest cancel out the fact that there is Easy Mac in the cupboard?



Ha!  This is my bratty brother Dave.  He is very cool and plays in a band.  (This was not his best hairstyle ever).  (And his other guitar is nicer).  (I am happy to report I no longer own that chair.)  




This one is from 2008, when Maddie’s feet still didn’t reach the floor.  I’m not sure anymore why she removed her pants to practice .





We felt bad about removing this baby ear of corn from its mama.  Or maybe…just maybe… we saved the world from being taken over and dominated by some crazed mutant corn alien who enslaves us all and forces us to husk and butter all of its mutant corn alien friends who then taunt us with their deliciousness.  

This is why I don’t write fiction, people.




Here’s my mom (on the left) and her big sister, my Aunt Betty.   They are funny together.   Aunt Betty is ten years older than my mom and was her second mother.  My mom slept with Aunt Betty until Aunt Betty got married and moved away when she was 19 (and mom was 9).  They fight like little kids.   Aunt Betty still likes to boss her around, mom bosses her back and tries to prove to Aunt Betty she’s a big girl now and doesn’t need her suggestions.  When I see them together, I’m both glad and sad that I don’t have a sister.





Looking for a Christmas tree.  Like I’m Christopher Columbus. 





Yes.  Jack was just eating dirt.





Can you say “BLACKMAIL”?





As cranky and tired as those baby days made me…pictures like this make me want them back again.



One of my favorite pictures ever.  For multiple reasons.

(Oh my gosh, look at the diaper peeking out of Ben’s Teletubby PJ bottoms.  I just want to pick him up and pat his sweet baby belly and kiss him.)

(Hmm.  I kind of want to do that to Dave too.)



Well, I guess I’ve ignored the t.v. remote business long enough, though now they’ve moved on to fighting over a ball and paddle one of them picked out of the dentist’s reward drawer last week.  No cavities!  Hooray!

P.S.  One of my favorite bloggers, Ally from Today is My Birthday!, lives in Christchurch, NZ.  Luckily, she and her family are fine, but I’m sure Ally will be filling us in on the earthquake details there in the coming weeks.