Never been more random, but as I look through my google -photos I come across stuff I meant to write about and never did . . . so here's a treat.
I know the election has passed and I'm just going to say without trying to start a political discussion because that is just not my style, . . . this bumper sticker that is proudly displayed on all of our cars still holds up four years later, if you ask me:
|Someone needs a car wash, but once the gas cap stops closing on its own - who's really going to bother with car upkeep? I love this bumper sticker. No, I don't want to talk about it.|
Below is a photo I made Mini pose for back when each kid needed to whip up his/her own meal . . . this was Mini's idea of chopping garlic. I wonder which family member she wanted to choke. Or perhaps she just wanted to keep vampires away.
Here is a photo that I obsessed over during lockdown. I don't remember why I felt so compelled to locate it, but I did. It actually didn't take me all that long to find it in the bottom of a bin. Proof of my style: organized chaos.
It makes my heart so happy and wistful when I look at it. This, in case you couldn't guess is MY kindergarten photo from Davenport, Iowa. It may have taken me extra long to learn my right from my left or how to tell time, but my memory is as sharp as a tack. I remember so much about kindergarten.
For instance, this boy in the front row was TROUBLE - note he is wearing a Farah Faucet t-shirt to our picture day. One of the other girls in the class warned me about him - like he had much older brothers, maybe one had been in jail. It makes me wonder what the real story was and where he is now.
I always thought Theresa had a square head (she's wearing glasses). She was the blond girl's sidekick, only because I was in kindergarten and I was still young, but my adult self would march up to her if she pissed me off on the playground: "Theresa over there is your bitch." Well as an adult I wouldn't say that to children - but if I knew that lingo back in the day . . . I remember they teamed up on me occasionally.
The girl with the red hair, Sarah, was one of my besties. I once attended a sleepover at her house and never slept. Mom wasn't overly impressed with that accomplishment.
Amy Hollinger lived in my neighborhood. I remember playing at her house. She had cool games like Mouse Trap and Operation, which we NEVER owned. A form of child abuse, perhaps.
The bus stop was at Amy's house at the top of the hill. My next door neighbor, John Barker, and I used to walk to the bus stop ALONE - there were no sidewalks. Every day, as soon as we reached the base of the hill and began our assent (like the bus stop was probably 10 or 12 houses away from where we lived and no parents walked with us, red flags anyone?) John would ask me the same question:
ERNIE, WHEN ARE WE GONNA GET MARRIED?
Not to worry, I delivered the brush off like an old pro. "John, let's not talk about it today." He was a persistent one. I imagine his adult self being VERY similar to the character Dwight on The Office.
I loved my teacher, Mrs. Haring. The first time I met her, she pointed to her bouffant hair and then her ring in order to teach me her name: Mrs. HAIR - RING. She was the best. She loved the color yellow and embraced polyester pantsuits. Who didn't? It was the 70s.
Did you struggle in the kitchen as a teen? Eventually find your way? I'm looking for a glimmer of hope here for Mini. Memories that stretch back to kindergarten? I remember being so quiet in 1st grade that when I dropped my pencil while at the round reading table, I neglected to get up and find it. Well, that ended badly. I got scolded by the teacher for not doing my work. But I'll stop there or this won't be a 'short post.'