June 29, 2007
June 28, 2007
there are several blogs that I read regularly and passionately. most times I do not comment, though; I’d rather read anonymously, but then sometimes my fingers just itch to say something.
one of those blogs is menosblog. tuesday marked one year of blogging for her, and in her post she asked her readers to tell her how they started blogging. that gave me the idea for this post.
I started blogging for a couple of reasons. one was to tell my side of mama’s stories. she always tells them from the mama *said with a sigh* perspective; I thought the kid should have her say, too.
the other reason is because I’m a voyeur. I just reached that conclusion while I was commenting over at meno’s place. I’m very inquisitive,
nosy, curious by nature. I used to rummage around in my parent’s drawers and closets when they weren’t home. (shh…don’t tell mama!)
I would do this at other people’s homes, too; like when I babysat, at my grandparents’, a boyfriend, basically anywhere that I could snoop alone. I didn’t do it to get the goods on anyone, blackmail’s not my thing. I didn’t want to take anything that they had-well, maybe I wanted to, but I didn’t. I just wanted to see their secrets, get a glimpse into the part of them they didn’t make public.
by the way, I don’t do this anymore, so if by some chance you have me over, I won’t rummage through your things, I promise!
I’m sure over the years I found things that were better left hidden, but I can’t think of anything right this minute. In fact, I honestly can’t think of anything at all that I discovered. I really do have a terrible memory, I guess in this instance it’s a good thing.
my cousin, however, found something horrifying that she couldn’t wait to show me. her parents used to go out once in awhile and leave us with her older brothers. on one of those nights, she took me into her parents’ bedroom and dug around in a dresser drawer.
what she pulled out still haunts me to this day. I can’t even sit here and tell you about it without shuddering. this was a good 28 or 30 years ago, mind you. in this drawer were 2 polaroid pictures. one of each of her parents, NAKED! I was scarred for life that night.
it was several years before I could look either of them in the eye, but now that I’ve grown up and seen quite a bit of nudity, I think I would probably have to laugh and tell my aunt the story.
I would like to say that this particular episode cured me of my curiosity
nosiness, unfortunately, it didn’t. years later, i just decided one day that enough was enough, and I quit cold turkey. like any addiction, it was very difficult at first, then slowly eased off, but every once in awhile I still have that craving. I just have to distract myself for a few moments, and the longing goes away.
nowadays, I use yard sale and thrift store therapy to help me get by. I wholeheartedly adhere to the theory one man’s trash tells much about his life. hmm…I wonder if any of our babysitter’s have gone through my drawers. maybe that’s why some of them have never come back. maybe that’s why I can’t find my cat o’ nine tails…
June 27, 2007
this is a blatant rip-off of helen’s idea, but I thought it was fun. I was, however, mildly disappointed that I’m only rated G. I mean, shrek was rated PG for pete’s sake!! I’m milder than that?! not in my mind, but apparently in my blog. oh, well. maybe someday I’ll become more of an adult blogger.
June 27, 2007
jessica brought us these aprons from italy. mine is venus, rich’s is david; obviously we’ve switched them here. I think they’re more interesting this way. rich does most of the grilling on the compound, so when the fam gathered for father’s day, he put his apron on to grill. I made him take it off, but not before jess suggested we snap a pic of both aprons.
June 26, 2007
I had breakfast with my walmart ladies this morning. we try to meet every couple of weeks, just to catch up on stuff. for a long time, I was the only one who didn’t work there anymore, but now there’s two of us.
mandi had the day off so I didn’t have to take emma with me. jess and tony had a dentist appointment, so I went alone. it was such a feeling of freedom, to be able to sit and enjoy the company and food and not have to worry about one young’un or the other.
after we’d been there for awhile, we were meandering out to the parking lot, and don’t you know that tony called and asked if he and jess could come meet me for breakfast?! why, I ask you, could they not eat breakfast before they left the house for their appointment? it’s because they think if I get to eat out, they should, too.
so, I weighed my options: let them come, spend the rest of the little cash I had, sit and watch them eat…while I enjoy their company, of course.
or, tell them to meet me at my next stop, and put up with the fussing.
yeah, you know which choice I made. I’m such a doormat. so, I sat there with them while they ate their omelets, and we discussed life. I have to admit, I did enjoy just being with them, so it was worth it.
while we were waiting for the food, they started playing hockey with the creamers. tony won, and each time he sent the creamer into jess’ goal, he would shout, “yesss!! score one for the tonester!!” we laughed, and I asked him if he wouldn’t rather call himself ‘the chuckster’, but he said he likes ‘tonester’ better.
June 23, 2007
I feel so relaxed right now, the cake is finished, the wedding is over and everyone is happy. it took me 3 1/2 hours to decorate it, but I was pretty happy with the outcome. I would have liked prettier flowers, but these are what the bride bought for me. all the flowers she used in the ceremony and reception were real fake-y looking, I was surprised she didn’t get the ones that looked more realistic. but the wedding turned out really pretty, there were lots of candles, the candelabras they used were gorgeous.
now I can start stressing about maddie’s tea party. I don’t like having things to stress about, but somehow I always get involved in something…
June 23, 2007
as of june 6, we have lived in this house for 9 years. that’s the longest I have ever lived in one place. before that, my record was right about 4 years. lately, I’ve had an itch to move. it feels weird to live here this long. I love my house, but I’m ready for a change.
when we moved here, mama and daddy bought this 40 acre plot of land, with this house on it. we split the farm payment 3 ways, between the parents, stuart’s fam and our fam.
we had our 5, rich’s dad, and mama and daddy in this house for the first handful of months. then mama and daddy’s house was installed down the hill and they moved. stuart, mandi, and madison came down later and moved in with them. then rich’s dad -my beloved ed- built himself an apartment and moved out of our house.
we bought the house and an acre+ from mama and daddy about a year later, so we could make some improvements -like putting in a heating/ac system, updating the fire hazard that passed for electricity, replacing rotted floors, etc.
when you come to visit, you reach our house first, then continue down the driveway to mama’s. stuart built a shop down the hill where he can work on cars and just do the things he likes to do.
it is so nice for tony and madison -and jess and kris when they were younger- to be able to walk back and forth. the way the property is laid out, our front yard is the only part that goes to the road, from there, it runs behind 3 neighbors’ houses, then way down into the woods. so the kids have almost worn a path behind the neighbors’, and they play in the trees on that path.
still, with all this, I miss living in a neighborhood, I miss having sidewalks, for the kids to ride their bikes, to take leisurely strolls. I miss being able to walk to the library, to the store. I dream of moving into one of these cute little neighborhoods mandi and I stumble upon when we’re out yard-saling.
but, there’s no place like home. as much as I miss these things, I can’t imagine ever leaving here.