Thursday, August 29, 2013
For this Throwback Thursday I remember Mr. Hultgren. He was my 6th grade teacher. He was an old but long and lean glass of water. His voice was deep and thunderous with an old man scratch to it. He taught me the words gestalt! And gesundheit! He loved to use German words in class.
Edgewood Elementary is where I spent 5th and 6th grades. It was a nice school in a great neighborhood. We had a lot of cool playground toys. And yes we had a cement playground area not the rubber ones or wood-chipped ones of today. We had this one really cool apparatus. It was a huge round metal swing set with a great big blue ball that hung from the top center beam on a chain. That was the toy of choice. We had to have a sign up list to get to play on it. Everyone would swing and kick that ball around. It was GREAT! Then someone stole it... We didn't need a sign up list after that. Mr. Hultgren would say that they must have needed it more than we did.
I met some memorable kids that year, Dotty Linsemeyer, Joy Buckingham, Lori Marriott, and Mark. I don't remember Mark's last name, but he was one of those boys who had facial hair already. I stayed away from him. I can still feel his eyes looking at me. Made you feel dirty. I think he had a lot of sex, even at 12.
Sixth grade was one of my favorites. Ah, Throwback Thursday, remembering the good ol' days.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Emmy is working on her photography project and has our dining room all askew. And funny enough Aunt Thelma is here. How do you say? It's a fruit themed project. Each photo has to have a word associated with it. Em picked strawberries. And everyone knows Strawberries = Jello = Family. Every holiday; every year.
I still remember the crying when she came flying down the hallway at my grandma's house without her wiglet on and scared us. She didn't have a lot of hair and we didn't recognize her. She was so ahead of her time. Now wigs are all the rage.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Why did this come into my mind? I have no idea...
When you think of a street walker and you are my age, that is typically better known as a prostitute. But I know who the original street walkers were; my great-grandmother told me.
I was probably about 9 or 10 and was at my grandma's house. We were watching the news which came out of Chicago. There was a story about crime and cracking down on a ring of prostitution. My grandma said back in the 20s women walked the streets to get away from their husbands always wanting sex. There was a lot of drinking and carousing so the only way women could catch a break was to walk the streets until late into the morning when they would return to a sleeping husband and some peace.
Apparently that was mistaken for illicit activity and the term stuck. So now you know. Once upon a time women walked the streets to get away from sex. Now they walk the streets looking for it.
That's a history lesson I definitely remembered.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Sometimes you are given certain opportunities to help you see things you didn't before. If you are lucky enough, you realize it and use it to make yourself a better person.
Lets hope I am seeing the signs properly and will use this information to not only improve myself, but to give back to others.
As the water falls from the sky, I am learning to dance in the rain.
Peace out my homies
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
I had braces when I was 12. And I haves braces again. My orthodontist used to be a professional football player. He is a great guy.
Today he asked me when I wanted them off. Since I can't hit my daughter's wedding, I said by Christmas. This is well ahead of schedule, but he said "okay."
I should have more fully evaluated the impact of my response. I am certain he used all his strength to pull my teeth out of my head and replace them with straighter ones.
Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, but I would like my previous teeth returned. I can't even eat jello with these.
Christmas better be f$@&ing amazing...
Saturday, August 17, 2013
I received a call this week that my cousin Chris passed away. I hadn't seen him in many years, but instantly thoughts of his father came to my mind - Uncle Wilmer.
Uncle Wilmer was an interesting man. He never showed up to dinner on time and always left as dessert began...but he never left without a piece of cake in his hand.
His favorite was my little brother Darren. Uncle Wilmer didn't know sign language but they could always communicate. They had their own personal language. He visited Darren on the night of his death, that I know for sure.
He was the original Leroy Jethro Gibbs. By that I mean he was building a boat in his basement. I always wondered how he would get it out and to this day I don't know the answer to that.
He worked years at Carson Pirie Scott and there was a place downtown too. He sold suits. He always wore a suit. He had many very expensive suits. He was a well dressed man. I remember visiting him and my Aunt Dorothy was a seamstress there.
Rest In Peace Chris and I hope you have already seen Uncle Wilmer.
Friday, August 16, 2013
That is the tongue of a happy dog. Isn't it fun to see how a simple little walk makes a dog so happy. I wish we could all be satisfied so easily.
This has been a long week. It started really rough, but by the grace of God it has ended really strong. I was asked early this week if I appreciated a certain something from my past. After having that conversation, I had the strength to do the things I needed to and I have made some great connections with people. I have experienced the best of people for the last several days. I guess you could say I have a happy tongue too.
Let the weekend begin, Junior has already left to go enjoy it.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
So when you have 5 weeks until your daughter's wedding, the last thing I think of doing is hand creating wedding invitations. However the gene pool created by my husband and I, meaning our kids, clearly believe that is what you should do.
Erica said what she was thinking and Em created the look. Then came the putting together of the pieces.
That's when, as my friend Vashti says, they were in a fight.
Nothing like the pressure of a wedding to bring sisters together (that was sarcasm).
Well tonight all seems back to normal. I hope we don't all freak out before the magical date.
Stay tuned my friends....
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Today I became a clothing hypocrite. My new job requires very different clothing than what I wore at my old job. I went out tonight and bought...are you ready for it? Are you sure?
Yep that's right. It is the best thing to wear in the plant. Easy, no muss, no fuss.
I was a clothing whore. It's true. I loved my colorful skirts, tops, and shoes. I loved my 6 inch heels. Now I am back to my short self. It's probably best that my not so phenomenal legs are back under fabric. I did though love my painted toes. No polish now...BOO.
Such is the price you pay for what you want sometimes. Anyone need some clothes? The local Goodwill is about to have a windfall of a certain size.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Ah, State Fair time. Fried, well, everything, fountain Pepsi, and Ben's Pretzels.
Have I told you about the time we lost Erin at the fair? Yep, one second there, the next she was gone. She was always one to wander, this time it had impact. She was only 4.
In that moment people multiply by a thousand and time stands still. You can't see straight, your mind races with where she is, what you should do, how you should do it. You struggle to push horrible thoughts out of your head. Everyone is suspect. I am certain that State Police officer stills remembers me. Especially since I grabbed a hold of him as I proceeded to tell him how he wasn't acting fast enough.
Last year we celebrated that moment by stopping at the State Police booth for a sticker and an identifying wrist band. This time, however, Erin was an adult and was more interested in which officers were single. Funny how I can still see that moment clearly and she has no recollection.
We put a leash on her after that. It kept her safe and me sane.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
I totally forgot to publish this...
Today we went wedding gown shopping with Erica. Two dresses into trying gowns on she knew what she wanted. She obliged us like the brides on Say Yes To The Dress do by trying on dresses we liked that she clearly didn't. She was worried about me liking the dress. It isn't about me. The day we are preparing for is Erica's day. She found her YES dress.
As the session went on Emmy noted the "look" I get on my face when I am trying not to cry. She kept saying, "you have the look, you have the look". Yes I did. My job is to be strong and positive. I did not want to cry. I waited until Erica was back in the fitting room and let a few tears flow.
Today was an emotional day. I didn't have a day like this when I got married. Hell, I rarely did things properly when I was 22. I made rash decisions and blew threw things. I am still not one for all the details. I figure if I was that messed up and have made it 25 years, Erica and Joe will have little trouble doing the same.
Thank you Alfred Angelo Bridal, Kelly the Manager, and Alex the wonderful sales person who worked with Erica. What's next on the list...