Meeeeeemmmmmmmmmoriiiies! all alone in the boooxessss
Heh. So, today, I went over to Dad’s and started the daunting task of going through bag sof clothing that belonged to me and Auntie Ladybug when we were smaller.
Oh.
My.
God.
There is some SERIOUSLY jacked up stuff there! WHAT were we THINKING? There were tons of memories that popped out of the bags too. My favorite nightgown. My favorite basketball practice outfit. SCHOOL UNIFORMS! Dresses made by Nana Moosie, sweaters made by her as well, the t-shirt from my first leading role in a play, my SAMMY HALL t-shirt (shut up – I LOVED HIM! I was also 6 years old. *L*), the list goes on and on. I grabbed what I thought the girls might like, a couple of keepsakes, and some things to torment Auntie Ladybug with – like her gradeschool CHEERLEADING OUTFIT. for the Christian school – which means it’s COULLOTTES! HAHAHAH! ahem. (no, I didn’t bring any of MY school uniforms home. *L* Saw plenty of them in grade/jr/high school, thanks.)
The girls set to immediately going through the items I did bring home, setting aside ones they wanted to try on, others went right back into the bag. I fear the pup’s fashion sense. There will be much fashion showing around here after church I’m sure. As for me – I just showed them some of the items I left behind – they appreciate my CURRENT fashion sense much better then they do that of days gone by.
Think I’m kidding? Behold some of the spoils that shall be whisked away to donation boxes:
Plaid.
Eye seering yellow/green/blue….Plaid.
Holly hobby and stripes.
School uniform and some sort of pants material that I can’t even name.
And bright redcheckered patterened matching paints and shirt, next to my old favorite velor shirt.
BWAHAHAHAHAH! The memories… I can’t wait to discover what I may find in the remaining bags at Nana’s house. *chuckles*
Lucky Number Slevin
– Like movies that keep ya guessing till it all comes together in the end? This ones for you. And Lucy Lu? ADORABLE!
Kinky Boots
-Â Cheeky good fun! Love them irreverant Brittish! Based on a true story. “Comfortable? Sex isn’t comfortable! … You are not selling shoes, you are selling 2 feet of tubular SEX” How far would YOU go to save the family business? 9/10
WELL then.
In the “My kids are better then yours!” catagory we have The Boy, once again. He just arrived home, and I asked him if he had homework. His reply?
“Nah, unless you count listening to some music for Ms. H for choir.”
I got all mom and arched a brow “Why, are you behind in learning the songs?”
His reply, again – this time with a OH SO SLY little grin “Oh no, it’s not that. Ms. H wants me to try out for a Solo.”
!!!!!!!! THAT’S MAH BOY !!!!!!!
So, despite the wavery-ness (shut up – it is too a word) of his voice currently, she STILL finds him a big nuff shining star in the midst of TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX STUDENTS to have him try out for a solo.
Eat your hearts out, mamas. MY BOY ROCKS!
ETA: Apparently, The Girl has ALSO been chosen by HER choir teacher to try out for a solo on Thursday for HER upcoming concert too! I got some talented kids, yo! YAY GIRLY!
So maybe…
..I might have mentioned once or twice that me and sleep, we have an odd relationship. (Once or twice? More like OBSESSIVELY, I’m sure. Heh.) Sometimes I get enough, but it’s always at odd hours. Sometimes I don’t sleep for a couple days, then crash hard for several blissfully thoughtfree hours. And getting up happily? forgetaboutit!
I’ve always been… um. Difficult. To pry outa bed once sleep has finally settled in. I’m warm, cozy, have finally found the PERFECT position in which to revel in my comfort, still sleepy, and perfectly content to remain bundled up under my comforters, clutching my pillows so g’way and leave me alone dammit! It’s been a longstanding joke (and by joke I mean ‘EVER so annoying to the early morning people in my life’) for years upon years in my family. Hell, for a few years there, my mom called every morning to be sure I got the kids up in time for school! It started because my alarm clock broke, and then just continued, right up until the Boy went into Jr. High and it was deamed WAY TOO EARLY for them to continue to call me. And also, Lessa, Grow up and get yourself outa bed!
So, I had to discover an alarm that would work. I got a clock/radio thing, so that the alarm is different every morning. And also, the volume is up as high as possible. Heh. Over the years this has had a couple noteable amusing results. The most memorable is when I wasn’t paying attention when I checked to be sure it was on the radio station and not all fuzzy and such, and accidently nudged it the .12312312312353123 an millimeter and ended up on the Christian station.
Let me tell you – it brings back many a ‘nodding off in church’ memory instantly when you awaken to some guy on the radio booming “YOU WILL BE SAVED” at the top of his lungs/radio volume level. I sat STRAIGHT up and boomed an “AMEN!” right on back at him. Much to Kevin’s amusement at the time. Old habits, man. Seriously.
That one may have been eclipsed this morning, however. I was dreaming (i think. i can’t remember.) and suddenly, the alarm goes off, and my hand flys toward the snooze button….
…and stops. hovers. hesitates before granting me that ever important extra 9 minutes of sleep. Because it registered what I’d woken up to. A lady, who sounded in my sleep befuddled mind JUST LIKE MY MOM yelling three words.
“DON’T DO IT!”
Nana will be pleased to know that I didn’t hit the snooze for a couple seconds – as it is still ingrained within me, programmed from childhood, to obey my momma!
At least when I’m half asleep. Heh.
(Yes, I eventually hit snooze. three times. this is why I set my alarm early, and my clock 10 minutes ahead. Heh. I’m hopeless.)
