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I'm quoting from an order Luana gave me--"On each Monday I want you to make an entry entitled, "Memory Monday." Then I want you to write a memory from your life after you were married and started having kids......it would really be fun to read your memories of your time raising us....." and she added more suggestions. Also told me to get BUSY or she would "kick my ass." Sweet and gentle relative you all have.
She has no memory of having a swimming pool on her head, and I don't remember how it got started, That's Luana I'm talking about. But the swimming pool was there, covering the entire top of her head. Because of it I had to be very careful combing her hair and even more careful about washing it. I don't know why the water didn't spill out when I did those chores, and chores they were, for she was fussy about her pool. I never did think to ask her who went swimming in it. I wonder how she could lie down in bed without spilling the water. Hey, Luana, try to remember. I had to repair it one time because Jeff smacked her on the head when they were having a battle.
I believe the swimming pool was slowly sliding off into the nothingness by the time Luana found the little girl who lived in the door knobs. They were happy and congenial playmates but I heard one shouting battle--yelling only for they couldn't very well hit each other. When I went to investigate, Luana snarled that the little girl (nameless) insisted they were cousins, and they WERE NOT! She refused to play with her all the rest of the day. I bet that door knob girl felt real bad--ha ha!
Luana, how can you say your growing up years were the happiest of your life when you can't even remember them. Huh?
She has no memory of having a swimming pool on her head, and I don't remember how it got started, That's Luana I'm talking about. But the swimming pool was there, covering the entire top of her head. Because of it I had to be very careful combing her hair and even more careful about washing it. I don't know why the water didn't spill out when I did those chores, and chores they were, for she was fussy about her pool. I never did think to ask her who went swimming in it. I wonder how she could lie down in bed without spilling the water. Hey, Luana, try to remember. I had to repair it one time because Jeff smacked her on the head when they were having a battle.
I believe the swimming pool was slowly sliding off into the nothingness by the time Luana found the little girl who lived in the door knobs. They were happy and congenial playmates but I heard one shouting battle--yelling only for they couldn't very well hit each other. When I went to investigate, Luana snarled that the little girl (nameless) insisted they were cousins, and they WERE NOT! She refused to play with her all the rest of the day. I bet that door knob girl felt real bad--ha ha!
Luana, how can you say your growing up years were the happiest of your life when you can't even remember them. Huh?
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I like the catchy title of your post. You told me about the girl in the doorknob, but I had forgotten it again until I read it. See....I told you so. It doesn't matter if we have all heard the stories. Some of us don't remember them. So keep it up. Now you need to have Sandra scan a cute little girl picture of me and put it with that post. And then when you do another post on another child, put a picture or pictures of them too. Won't that be just too too much fun for all of us? Okay now I am waiting for all my siblings and their children to give feedback to Grandma about this idea so she will keep doing it.
Swimming pools on your head and doorknob friends. How dumb can you get? No wonder you think that your the cutest or whatever - there isn't anything between your ears but dust, cobwebs, and a huge blackhole. At least I did some things that added a bit of spice to my life when I was growing up. Like a long walk down the storm sewer on Clark Street to the Portneuf River and then the return trip. Top that!
Looky here, Ricky got a google account. Now you can start a blog. I have the perfect title for you. MomAndDaddyAlwaysLovedLuanaMoreThanMe.
blogspot.com. Pretty catchy eh? :-)
blah blah blah Luana. I should put up an ugly little girl pic of you. that would larn ya.....
Sorry to say, but there ain't nary an ugly little girl picture of me to be found, excepting of course my 2nd grade picture. But seriously, even that one when you really look at it is so precious.
Oh yeah, the header on this blog is cute. Did Sandra do that for you? What a dumb question. Duh! I am sure she did. Anyways, it is cute, cute, cute.
So basically my mom has always been a bit "special." Good to know. I haven't ever heard either of those stories. Thanks for sharing them! They gave me a good laugh. :)
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