I bet I'm gonna look lazy with this post, but I don't have that much energy left tonight..... My brother recently started a blog. I feel sure that he wouldn't care what or who reads, but I probably should check before I attach the link. It's always a good laugh!
He's a writer. He's the most creative kid in our family. I often call him artsy-fartsty- to his face! The guy needs to write a book! I can remember watching him write a line or two to use in a poem or short story on a napkin in a restaurant once! So, below is a childhood memory that he wrote about, but both of us remember!!!
And I can't post without a picture of my girls! BOTH of them sat on the stage last week during storytime at the library. Ha, such a proud moment for me!
Growing up with two sisters and no brothers was difficult for a boy with a vivid imagination and a penchant for pranks. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sisters. They’re two of my best friends. However, when I hit them, they would just cry.
Bor-ing.
All I wanted was for them to hit me back. A scuffle, a few kicks to the shin, a little give and take—is that too much to ask for? Something more inventive than a tittie-twister. How about a charlie horse? A sucker punch in the stomach?
Oh, okay, you running to tell on me to Mom and Dad again. Well, that’s original.
One year for Christmas, my parents bought me a remote control truck, a monster truck with knobby tires and admirable ground clearance and a bar of plastic lights above the windshield.
My truck bogged down in grass like any other vehicle in its class, but buddy, on concrete or asphalt, it could move. Great acceleration, nice handling. My truck could even land jumps from a modest height, which is better than the garbage you had.
My truck battery was recharging in my room. I went upstairs to get it, and as I was carrying it back downstairs, I saw my older sister sitting crosslegged on the floor, watching television. Her back was to me, and here I was with a monster truck and a battery full of juice.
I had an epiphany. I’d play a joke on my sister.
I sneaked up behind her and buried the rear wheels in her long, brown hair. I then pulled the trigger on my remote control. The tires made a whizzing sound as they accelerated, and I thought, “Uh-oh,” as her hair turned into a bird’s nest around each black tire.
When she started screaming, I panicked. I flipped a switch, putting the truck in reverse. Unfortunately, the truck cinched itself even tighter against her scalp.
Her volume went up another 50 decibels.
Fight-or-flight, fight-or-flight. I ran for it.
My truck had to be cut out of her hair.
my ipod is a hot item these days around our house. Here, merrill is finally getting a turn!
listening to ABBA
So we have had some spring like weather lately. The girls enjoy playing in the back of the car. And I know, that could technically make us fit in with the lady with van, but trust me.... we do not!
emery posing in the back of the car
merrill abandoned by her driver
gymnastics is over.... at least for now! Mia & Emery posing after class. Don't they look like high schoolers in this picture?
