Monday, December 17, 2007
This Thursday night I'm going to do a Christmas craft and drink White Russians with my friends, Robin, Suzanne, and Joanne. Joanne is also my sister-in-law. We are going to meet at Robin's house and exchange gifts, do our snowman craft and drink...I might bring some hot chocolate mix because I have a very distinct memory of drinking too many White Russians. It happened many years ago (I've been married for 29 years and this incident happened before I met my husband). It was a Sunday night and I was on a date at Bobby McGee's in Scottsdale, AZ having a great time drinking, talking and kissing my date. I remember that the drinks went down rather smoothly and I was surprised that 5 had no affect on me whatsoever...or so I thought. I was fine until I went to stand up and then BAM, I felt the 5 drinks quite intensely. I only remember trying to sleep when I got home (I still lived with my parents at the time). I knew that I had to get some sleep because I was a teacher and I had to be at school the next day. I don't know how I made it through the night, but I was quite sick in the morning. I decided to wash my hair in the kitchen sink (why I don't know), and when I bent forward I thought that I was going to pass out. It was early and I didn't want to wake my parents so I went outside in the backyard to get some air. Our dog, Mitzi, followed me outside and watched as I violently threw up my innards near the far corner of the yard. All I remember after that is feeling like total hell until about 10 AM. How I made it through the day I'll never know. So....maybe I'll just enjoy my gift, do the craft and drink the hot chocolate. Those White Russians can really sneak up on a body and mine isn't what it used to be!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I've been on a mission to find some vintage 1950's paper dolls and I think that I may have located some. I searched Craig's List and I found a lady right here in Chandler, AZ, with a collection of her mother's paper dolls. Paper dolls were an important part of my childhood and I have very fond memories of playing with them. Growing up in the 1950's was a wonderful experience, and having my neighbor, Joann, come over to play with our paper dolls was always so much fun. My cousin, Rosalie, would join us at times and we would build elaborate "houses" for our paper dolls out of the folders that they came in. Some of the "houses" were two story affairs that would collapse if we weren't careful. Those old paper doll sets are hard to find now, but I plan on buying some from the vintage collection that I recently came across. I'm working on a memory keepsake and I plan on including the paper dolls as a treasured piece of my past.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Last week my husband and I went to Tucson to visit with my daughter, my son-in-law, and my 8 month old grandson, Brandt. All of a sudden Brandt is very mobile and getting into everything. He crawled into his bedroom and started to "hit" the carpet with his adorable, little hand. I had to chuckle because Brandt was trying to play with the "sun" that was shining through the blinds onto the carpet. He was slightly confused because his new plaything wasn't doing anything, so I had to redirect his attention to some toys that he could actually interact with. This child is the most adorable baby on earth....I say this with much pride and love. He is always smiling and he is so easy going~~a trait he gets from his parents. I thank God daily for this wonderful bundle of joy and curiosity.