Remembering

I sit here today on my day off feeling like a ran a Marathon. So I am going to be lazy for once. In my state of laziness I sit back and remember the past and good times with loved ones and friends. I wish I had a picture to put up here of this, but when ever someone in my family would be sad or upset my sister Chris would always make her money face. Just a few weeks ago when I was feeling down she said to me on the phone "I am making my monkey face". That brought a smile to my face and a chuckle along with it. Anyone who knows my sister Chris knows that she is famous for this. Just now it came to me that one time it made us all laugh in our time of sadness, need, and remembering our precious Colin, she had done it one last time for him.

I remember when I would send my boys to their rooms for being naughty. Every time they would get up there they would have to go to the bathroom. I knew it was just to get out of there. Then one winter day I was pulling into my driveway and noticed this yellow ice down the siding of my house. Oh YES they peed out their windows to show mom. I remember being furious now I laugh about it.

My brother and I, when we were young, would take our parents treats and when they found out we blamed it on our little sister Jess. At the time she was little enough we knew she would not get hit. And she would take them blame. One time she was not so eager to do so. Dad lined us all up on our knees by the sofa and started spanking us with a long piece of kindling. Ted and I stuck to our guns. Dad would walk away every so often and we begged Jess to take the blame and she finally did. Needless to say this did not last much longer. Poor Jess

It is so nice out right now here in this city of heat from hell. The heat really does not hit until late afternoon. Anyway it made me think of my last camping trip with my 4 children. That was two weeks before Bre passes away. It was so much fun. I did however have a little fit myself. I do not remember why I was upset but I am sure one of my boys remembers why. But I sat on the ground like a little kid complaining and pouting. I look over and this is what I see. Who could help but laugh.

I have this one picture stuck in my head from when Sheri was just little. She was oh so cute, still is, and she is surrounded by our grandma's chicken. Her little wheatsie. My grandma was great with writing stories and poems. I think I will do a blog with some of them on there as a tribute to her. I wish I were closer so I could go and visit her. I must get the number for the place she is staying at and now that she is feeling better give her a call. Well I think I will go dig out grandmas stories and poems to go over.

These are just a few of my memories I am having todaybut I could write a book on them.