Tag Archives: sister

Uptown girl

When we were young, my sister and I spent many a fun-filled afternoon playing “camping” with our Barbie dolls — and our brother’s GI Joe action figures — in our family’s formal living room.

(Other than Christmas, it was the best use of that room.)

The green carpet was obviously the grassy forest floor. We used Kleenex as sleeping bags. And Dr. Seuss books tilted open were the perfect tents. Plus, GI Joe had a jeep, so there were lots of four wheelin’ and other shenanigans.

Those were simpler times. Barbie wanted simpler things.

Today’s doll?

barbie camping

Embarrassing.

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Shiny, shiny goodness

My sister hasn’t taken down her Christmas lights yet.

Lou's lights

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think she should leave up everything — except the tree — year round.

Who’s with me?

Santa challenge

My niece-in-law Hope recently posted a Contentment Challenge for 2014 on her blog. I invite you to give it a read.

I admire her resolve, even if I’m not so sure I will join her.

She did inspire me to issue my own challenge:

Do you have more Santas than my sister-in-law Debbie?

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I didn’t think so.

Make it so

I am in Kentucky this week to celebrate the holiday, visiting with my brothers and sister and their families.

I am staying at my oldest brother’s house.  When I a little kid, I wanted to be like Kent…so I copied him when it suited me.

A prime example?

He loved Star Trek, so I loved Star Trek…still do.  Even boycotted Star Wars when it was released way back when ’cause he did.

Wonder if he will find this as amusing as I do?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oiSn2JuDQSc&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DoiSn2JuDQSc#t=119

Mind your words

While attempting to chat with my sister on Skype today — she was either away from her computer or ignoring me — I noticed a feature for the first time.

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Skype allows you to review chats with your individual contacts for up to a year previous.

Yowsers.

So while I was waiting for Lou to respond — she didn’t — I re-read a chat conversation we had last October.

“Memories…light the corners of my mind.”

If Lou were around,  she’d appreciate that.

Cheetos fingers

Cheetos, already the perfect food, is going beyond the puff this Halloween with…

Glow-in-the-Dark Cheetos

glow in the dark cheetos(A special thank you to my sister for bringing this ghoulish taste treat to my attention.)

While Googling the aforementioned dark delight, I happened upon an even scarier, orange-ier, more artificial — if indeed that is possible — product that has the potential to scare the begeezers out of folks year round…

cheeto fingernailsCheetos nails, baby!

Look at that color!  Look at that texture!  And if it chips off (chips off, get it?!) —

It’s still cleaner than real Cheetos fingers.

The eyes are following me

I shared a bedroom with my sister as child. She slept with her eyes open.

It was creepy.

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Now my dog, who is almost 15 years old, has adopted thst same half-open, watchful stare while he snoozes.

Guess it runs in the family. Still freaks me out.