I don't know, man, ever since I turned 36 I just can't seem to get a grip on things. First the neck ... thank you by the way for all of your well wishes. I'm better now. Well, my neck is better now. Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling a little under the weather. Thinking it was the hot and spicy chicken wings I ate the night before, I blew it off. It wasn't long before I realized I had some sort of bug. And just so you know, spending 22 out of 24 hours in the bathroom throwing up is NOT FUN! Thank God the boys were home from school yesterday to help me out.
Thinking it was a 24 hour deal, I wasn't too concerned. However, today is even worse. So ... there is no post from me today ... I'll leave you with one (randomly chosen by Emily) from the archives. Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow!
Last week the postlady rang the bell
to deliver a very unexpected package. I had no idea what it might be,
but it had my name on it and I don't know about you, but when I get a
package that I had no idea was coming ... I get really excited.
Keeping my composure while thanking the nice woman who brought it to
me, I gently closed the door .... then bolted to the kitchen for a pair
of scissors that would be used to tear the box apart to discover it's
contents. Almost out of breath by the time I managed to remove all the
tape, keeping my surprise safe inside, I use both hands to scoop out
all the little styrofoam popcorn (This stuff drives me absolutely crazy
when people use it for packing).
I reach inside and pull out a photo album full of pictures from my
childhood that my Grandparents had taken and kept. There was also 15
cassette tapes full of recordings of my brother and me as we sang
Christmas carols, birthday wishes ... and a range of other things ...
that my Grandparents had recorded when we were small. Never really
thinking of it until I saw the tapes, I can still vividly remember
holding that little microphone, that I thought was the coolest thing
ever, and belting out tunes so proud to be "recorded". Now I have the
tapes.
My Grandmother passed away several years ago and I have missed her
everyday since. My Grandfather passed away last year, and I was never
notified of his passing until 2 months after the fact. A long story
that maybe I'll someday share, but in a nutshell, my father is the only
one left in that area and he's an asshole. That pretty much sums it up.
Anyway, a woman that was close to my Grandfather (an old family
friend) and went over to play cards with him and visit and laugh in his
final days, was cleaning out his house little by little as she has
time. She ran across these things and instead of just throwing them
away ... she packaged them up and sent them to me. It made my day,
week, year .... life!
Here is one of the photos I found of myself at age 4 inside my
surprise package. This is soooo something I would expect one of my
girls to do when I take them to a studio and pay a pretty penny for a
photo to capture them at a particular age ...
Can you say ... "Brat!" Yeah, maybe so, but my Grandparents loved me anyway ... even in THAT shirt!
