I am waiting patiently for our photographer to send our CD of several images, but until then here is one picture I managed to steal from Lisa for everyone. What a happy day to remember!
tata for now...
annie
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
ah...childhood memories
As I go through my nightly routine of brushing my teeth, taking out my contacts and taking NyQuil to assure a good sleep with this cold I'm reminded of a childhood memory.
I was in grade school, the year that I was now being called four-eyes because of my lovely big tan glasses, the ones that when I smiled my cheeks pushed them off my nose, yes it was my dorky years with awkward teeth and strange hair. I remember one night seeing my dad take NyQuil in his downstairs bathroom. (I call it his because we never showered in there...rather the six others of the family all used the "family bathroom" upstairs - which dad later lectured me that I should always make sure me and my husband share a bathroom and closet...okay, getting off subject) Of course it peaked my curiosity, for what reason I'm not sure. So, as the little investigator that I was I waited patiently downstairs acting like nothing was going on...I was just checking out the photos framed in the hallway. (nothing odd about that, I'm sure dad thought I just was waiting to "go number 2" which many of us made a point to do only downstairs!) Once dad left the bathroom and I knew for sure he was upstairs I tiptoed quietly into his bathroom, jumped up on his sink to reach his cabinet and yep, there it was - second shelf from the bottom. A bottle of NyQuil - only half full of green liquid. At that point I knew it, I was shocked by it, I finally figured out that my dad was addicted to this green stuff they call NyQuil.
I remember the next day clearly - I walked onto the playground between classes and gathered my friends in a group to tell them this shocking news. I carefully, not too loudly, announced that I found out last night my dad had an addiction to NyQuil...and this stuff had alcohol in it (which I found out because I asked mom what was in it and she told me I couldn't take any because of the alcohol in it - sneaky, I know!) I don't remember more than a few friends gasping like it was the worst thing ever and then the rest of the gang just running away to go swing or play on the monkey bars. But to me, it was tough. I never did confront dad about it until I was around 17 years of age...by that point I had figured out that it was common practice to keep medicine in a cabinet called the "medicine cabinet" - we had some good chuckles over it and looking back it was just another "Annie moment."
tata for now...and remember, NyQuil isn't the enemy!
Annie
I was in grade school, the year that I was now being called four-eyes because of my lovely big tan glasses, the ones that when I smiled my cheeks pushed them off my nose, yes it was my dorky years with awkward teeth and strange hair. I remember one night seeing my dad take NyQuil in his downstairs bathroom. (I call it his because we never showered in there...rather the six others of the family all used the "family bathroom" upstairs - which dad later lectured me that I should always make sure me and my husband share a bathroom and closet...okay, getting off subject) Of course it peaked my curiosity, for what reason I'm not sure. So, as the little investigator that I was I waited patiently downstairs acting like nothing was going on...I was just checking out the photos framed in the hallway. (nothing odd about that, I'm sure dad thought I just was waiting to "go number 2" which many of us made a point to do only downstairs!) Once dad left the bathroom and I knew for sure he was upstairs I tiptoed quietly into his bathroom, jumped up on his sink to reach his cabinet and yep, there it was - second shelf from the bottom. A bottle of NyQuil - only half full of green liquid. At that point I knew it, I was shocked by it, I finally figured out that my dad was addicted to this green stuff they call NyQuil.
I remember the next day clearly - I walked onto the playground between classes and gathered my friends in a group to tell them this shocking news. I carefully, not too loudly, announced that I found out last night my dad had an addiction to NyQuil...and this stuff had alcohol in it (which I found out because I asked mom what was in it and she told me I couldn't take any because of the alcohol in it - sneaky, I know!) I don't remember more than a few friends gasping like it was the worst thing ever and then the rest of the gang just running away to go swing or play on the monkey bars. But to me, it was tough. I never did confront dad about it until I was around 17 years of age...by that point I had figured out that it was common practice to keep medicine in a cabinet called the "medicine cabinet" - we had some good chuckles over it and looking back it was just another "Annie moment."
tata for now...and remember, NyQuil isn't the enemy!
Annie
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The Royal Treatment
I was treated with a nice surprise this morning. My husband has been flying a precise machine every night for a few nights now, and when he coomes home his wife is fast asleep and he is left to fend for himself at 3 a.m. On these mornings I carefully get out of bed trying not to wake him and do my usual routine. But this morning I awoke to a wonderful treat from my husband...a version of breakfast in bed that I'll take any day! What a sweetheart - thinking of how he can be good to me even while he is sleeping. I'm the lucky one...and breakfast was delicious! Thanks husband!Annie
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