I’ll Take the 1987

I’ll Take the 1987

Every year before Camp Pigeon Roost – our family’s annual Cousin’s Camp – I get a really bad haircut. It’s a tradition, really. See, a few days before camp starts I start thinking about the crazy amount of pictures that are going to be taken and I start flipping out just a wee bit about the fact that I haven’t lost the weight and on and on and on. So, naturally I think getting a haircut is going to fix everything. Also, naturally, I haven’t made any sort of plans so I just end up walking into a Fantastic Sam’s or some such.

This time it was Wal-Mart. People…it didn’t go so well. This haircut I got? I also got in in 1987. It was actually pretty cool then.

Here is what it looked like in 1987:

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I’m the one in the Cosby Show sweater. My cousin Rachel is rocking out the pink bow. As you can see in this picture my hair has been cut into a triangle.

As you can see in this picture from yesterday; my hair has again been cut into a triangle:

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What? You didn’t think I was actually going to show you a picture did you? Trust me. This picture makes it look way better than it actually is.

 

The Perils of Being Lady Sally

The Perils of Being Lady Sally

From the moment I saw Lady Sally I knew she just had to be part of our family. This is mainly because she cost a whole lot of tickets and I was dying for a reason to play the coin dozer. Y’all…I can not be trusted around the coin dozer.

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Seriously, I love this game. Unfortunately it’s a complete waste of money so you can see why I was psyched to have a legitimate, well, legitimate-ish reason to play.

So, I won this lovely little doll. Stella christened her Sally and soon her name changed to Lady Sally. Apparently this doll is quite the social climber. 

We went down to Destin a couple weeks ago and stopped at Panera in Destin Commons on our way out of town. Stella asked if she could bring Lady Sally in and I stupidly said yes.

Sure enough, round about the state line, I saw that Stella wasn’t holding Lady Sally. And, even more sure enough, there was no way we could go back to get her.

Billy had a minor ‘we’re so irresponsible’ flip out and then called Panera and asked to speak to the manager. Quick as a wink she had agreed to send Lady Sally to us.

Oh, the sad drama when Stella realized what had happened! Every day, several times a day, Stella checked on Sally’s status. The manager was nice enough to send us a report that Sally was ‘learning to make bread’ and was doing well.

When she came in the mail we sat Stella down on the bed and told her to get ready for a surprise.

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Reunited at last.

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Oh, so happy to be back together.

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I think the lesson we all learned is that I should play more coin dozer anytime I get the chance. Or something like that.

Thanks Panera!!!

Lightning Bolts and Imagination

Lightning Bolts and Imagination

Approximately 9 months ago my three year old’s imagination absolutely exploded. It’s no secret what caused it. Nap time. See she decided she didn’t want to take naps anymore and I decided I didn’t care what her opinion on the matter was.

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Therefore I would put her to bed at 12:30 pm and at 2:45 I would unlock her door (heck yeah we reversed the door knob) and release her. The first week of this ‘I don’t want to take a nap’ foolishness she sat in her bed and cried. The second week though…by the second week she had realized that she could crawl out of bed and play with all manner of things.

We are living in a tiny apartment right now and the walls are thin. I began hearing conversations all afternoon. Ponies were having dramatic escapades with princesses and queens. Baby dolls were being rocked, fed, and put to bed. It was all very amusing.

This afternoon though as my Mom and I were listening to her play we saw something quite…um…unusual. She had found a stable (oh, alright, Fancy Pants people, it’s actually called a creche) and was saying ‘You be Jesus, You be Mary and you be Joseph.’

Now I’m on Facebook just like you are so I’ve seen all the ‘my child is super spiritual’ updates. My minions…not so much. So lest you think this is one of those stories let me introduce you to the actors she had recruited to play Mary, Jesus and Joseph.

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Joseph was a make up brush, Baby Jesus was a rubber washer, and Mary, sweet Mary, was a pair of Bubba teeth. I just…I just don’t know. I do believe, in the history of the world, this is the first time Mary has been played by Bubba teeth.

The weird thing was she didn’t even see why Mom and I thought it was so funny.  To her it was perfectly normal to have those characters. She played with her little family for eons.

I’m glad she has a big imagination. I’m also glad lightning didn’t fall from the sky.