Admittedly, there are some posts that Tom writes that I find myself having trouble to follow long enough to read. His latest one about a JFK game wasn't one of those. It's quite interesting. Readup,yo.
says MarissaD at 2/17/2005 11:43:00 PM
February 14, 2005
Okay so I had an urge to tell a story from a long time ago. 80's style. This tells a little bit about why I'm the freak that I am.
I actually told this story to my mom the other day. The house that my sister and I spent about half of our childhood in was built by my grandfather. He died in.. I think 1982 or there abouts. I guess it was around 1985 that this happened.
I occasionally would sneak into my sisters room at night so I wouldn't have to sleep alone. I had a bit of a problem with nightmares and being scared. No thanks to her locking me in a closet whose light switch happened to be located outside the closet. She said she was trying to cure me. I just remember seeing light and being curled in a ball and shaking, as if I had been in there for 3 weeks with only scraps of food shoved through the door crack. It was probably closer to 3 minutes. None the less, I was afraid of the dark and I didn't do well alone.
So I was in my sisters room. I don't remember what woke us up, but I remember looking out the window and seeing my grandfather digging a hole in the yard with one of those pole hole digger things. I remember talking to her about it and then I think we went back to sleep. Now, had that happened to me alone, I wouldn't think about it still today and wonder what the hell I was seeing. But it did happen and my sister remembers the exact same thing. And I think that's freakishly weird. But at the same time not so weird because it was just my grandpa doing more work on the place. His roots were there, his sweat and blood were literally part of the foundation of this home that still stands. It makes sense that part of him is still there making it better. I just kinda hope he isn't weirded out that none of us live there anymore.
Someday I'd like to go back there again. To the backyard under the porch where I dug up a half dozen bricks and cut into the plastic lining and dug a foot or so down and buried my little box of prizes and jewels. I'm sure the note I put there is completely unreadable and the stuff I put in there is just dumb. But I'd also like to go there to say hi to my grandpa in case he is still there somewhere. And give him my forwarding address so he can come hangout somewhere different for a while. I would imagine the people he sees there all the time aren't exactly what he expects. I wonder if he has gotten pissed off and broken their tools or anything. That'd be funny.
says MarissaD at 2/14/2005 12:22:00 PM
For my H U B S A N D. I didn't make it tho. Love You DamHead!
says MarissaD at 2/14/2005 11:56:00 AM
February 06, 2005
If you read this, even if i don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.
Yeah, yeah. I'm getting lazy with the blogging. I tend to go through these phases, as I'm sure any blogger knows. I still haven't felt the need to post much lately. But I'll do some updating here anywho.
We threw a baby shower for my sister this weekend. My aunt Becky and cousin Wendy and step cousin in law friend Gerenda really did an awesome job pulling the food and decorations together. It was really really nice. Misti and Amanda and I had a lot of fun hanging out with everyone and doing the hostess like duties. I think Andra had a good time so that's all that matters to me. And speaking of... I'm going to be an official real life Aunt in not very long at all. Maybe less than a month!!! Can you believe that?? I can't. At all.
Mom's house is rushing along. She's picking out stuff left and right to paint and carpet and furnish the house. It should be done pretty soon. I mentioned something to Wendy about trying to talk mom into letting us have a get together out there so everyone can see the house and baby Sadee when she's here and so everyone can just get together and have some fun. We'll see how that turns out, but I'd like to do it.
I watched Alison's budding hobby and decided I would try to learn to knit myself. Aunt Becky showed me how to knit and pearl and I've been somewhat working on it. It always looks like crap when I start and then after I do it for a little while, it starts looking normal. With time I should get better and it's pretty fun, so hopefully one of these days I'll have something cool and neat to show on here. As for now, I've just made some basic little squares. Not much for lookin at.
Anywho, that's basically all that's going on in my area. Besides a whole butt load of rain that I'm sick of. OH!!!!! My brother in law Nathan is safely back home from his tour in Iraq. I got to spend some time with him this weekend and he seems really happy to be home. Thanks for the prayers for safety from everyone!
