Boys and Girls of Fall-Monday Memory

 

As my kids start the school year that now starts in summer instead of fall I am reminded of my school days. I was a Girl of Fall.

I was a cheerleader in middle school and in the drum and bugle corp in high school. 20 years since I have been in high school and I can still hear the crowds and smell the smells.

Climbing on top of the pyramid because I was the tiniest girl. (barely 80 pounds).

The ache in my calf after hours of marching practice. Hearing the crowd clap as we march off the field. Most likely glad because we were getting off the field.

My freshman year I marched in the Fiesta parade that no one was prepared for how long it would be. It was so hot too!!  Gotta love south Texas in the summer! I can still hear the giggles from a group of 30 girls. Going to the Magic Time machine restaurant and having the Orgy meal.   I had no clue what an “orgy” even was at 15!!  The older girls that new got a kick out of laughing at us.

I live in small town Texas. High school football is our way of life. Those boys and girls of fall work hard for what they do. It will only be a fleeting memory in a matter of a few short years.  Help them make the best of it. If you can, go out and support your local high school team!  BUY at the snack stand, that money goes to the booster club.

Enjoy the hard work of your local Boys and Girls of Fall.

Circus World-Memory Monday

I was 10 years old and my parents and I went to Florida for vacation. We went to Circus World and I got painted up as a clown. We had already been to Disney World so I was wearing my Mickey Mouse Ears too.

I remember scrubbing my face so hard that night in the hotel room to get the make-up off that I scrubbed my face raw.

  

 

I have this cup still!!  I cried when my mother put it in the dishwasher (which we were told NOT to do!) because it made bubbles on the picture. I don’t use the cup anymore of course. It is over 20 years old!!  My kids get a kick out seeing me in clown make-up.

Does The Bundle Love Me – Memory Monday

With a little bundle that is only a few days old laying in my then husband’s (now ex) arms he looks down at the sweet bundle, looks up at me and asks, ” Does he love me.”

Honestly I am truly thinking,”NO, he is less than a week old and only wants to eat and sleep. He has no CLUE what love is and prefers me because I have the food (breastfeeding mom)”

I am nice, even at 22..  I say,”Of course he does.”

Now that bundle is 15 years old and what I was thinking became the reality as that sperm donor has not seen his offspring in 9 years and that grown up bundle does not love him. (But I guess that is a whole other post in itself)

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The Mouse-Memory Monday

It was Christmas morning. I was either a pre-teen or young teen. I am the youngest of 7 in a blended family. I don’t recall who all was there, but as always, it was a full house.

I was spoiled rotten to say the least and got way too many presents. Cleaning up time came. I am helping pick up the wrapping paper. In the midst of that I lose a box with craft supplies/jewlery making stuff in it. Mom suspects we accidently put trash paper in it.

As we are cleaning up and looking for the coveted box Mom picks up some paper to discover a small grey furball. She was thinking it was one of my many gifts and went to pick it up off the floor.

IT MOVED!! It wasn’t a toy, but a snoozing Christmas mouse enjoying being next to a sunny patio window and under warm paper.

The mouse is frightened. Mom is startled. The poor little thing started running! Mom runs to the other side of the room, big sis gets behind her,sister-in-law behind sis, and I am behind them all.

We are screaming like little girls (well, I still am one). The mouse runs RIGHT AT MOM with the three of us behind her.

Mom tries to moved back, but can’t and falls on sis, who falls on sil, who falls on me, and I fall on someone’s new clock radio with all these adults piled on me.

I don’t know what happened to that little frightened mouse. I got a bruise or two on my back from the clock radio. No one was really hurt (except maybe the mouse if it was caught).

We weren’t laughing then, but now it is a rather comical scene to remember.