So I needed something to counter-act my amazingly long blog and I realized I've never posted a picture of the fam. So here's one at James's wedding. It's kind of embarrassing for me though cuz I didn't know we'd be taking pictures at this time so I'm still in my grandkid babysitting clothes. Yuck. But it's the last time we were all in the same place at once so voila.
I pick up Greg tomorrow. Holy smoking cow! Am I excited? I don't know. There's a butload of anticipation, but what if things are weird? So much has changed in two years.Wow. Just look at our house(which hasn't been finished in 17 years yes). The orchard is gone! There's a whole coldesac of houses back there. The back yard got wasted. Larsen park has walls in the middle of it. The lilac bushes are toast. There's rail road ties all over the place and there's a weird back entrance drive way. There's new shelves every where inside. Pretty much every room in the house has been re-arranged. The dishwasher is broken. There's a new laundry room. Who knows what's happened to the den. The garden has "mysteriously" moved over to the basketball court. There's a storage room underneath the deck. My favorite cherry tree is gone. So are a bunch of apple trees. There's no place to put your shoes anymore. There's storage in every bed room but the guest rooms down stairs. The garage is actually car accessible.What about me? Geeze. I don't even know. Why the heck am I living at Heritage? Since when would I ever buy myself a pink clock? Since when did I buy stuff? I have an entirely different wardrobe. I'm not afraid to wave at people I know...as much. I can make phone calls. I give hugs occasionally. I don't play any of the same piano music. I'm not afraid to say crap or that sucks. I can go places by myself. I'm in college. I never would've guessed I'd be where I am today.I don't know. Maybe I really am excited. I've missed Greg. A lot. Oh here we go with another list. I'm really into those lately. I've missed playing James Bond and laughing when I'm in a crummy mood. I've hated having to endure eating dinner with just my parents. Or going to family reunions with no one to conspire with. I miss trying to find a place to sleep while hiding from Mom in the morning and staying up late talking about life. I miss eating chips in the rain. I miss being coached by a loud Italian while I'm playing tennis. I miss sight singing at the piano. I miss sardines. I miss sleeping on the floor while Mom tries to read scriptures. I miss secret missions. I miss teaming up and dominating sports events at school and church. I miss shoveling snow and losing snowball fights. I miss teasing and ganging up on James. I miss hearing the suburban outside and racing downstairs so Mom wouldn't know we were watching TV. I miss having support when I'm helping Dad. I miss covering up for each other and creating fruit songs in the pantry. I miss making faces in the mirror while we brush teeth and trying out new hair styles. I miss sock fights. I miss all the competitiveFoosball games that would never end. I miss having to share my corn. I miss playing ali-oops and amazing catch. I miss selling cherries at the Kitchen's. I miss dressing up and acting out Mom's 50's music while we do the dishes. I miss having someone else who notices how dang slow Dad drives. I miss foot wars. I miss dead arms. I miss hiding from Grandma. I miss driving around at night, just talking or rolling down the windows and turning the bass way up. I miss fighting over who get's Mahanna during cold winter nights. I miss playing in the canal and irrigation. I miss getting dragged away from my homework to go play football. I guess I've really missed Greg. Actually I'm kind of proud of myself for surviving without him. You know I don't think I've ever really had a best friend. I haven't allowed myself to. I've had lots of close friends, but I think Greg and my dog are the only people I'd ever call my best friends. So you know what? I AM excited to see Greg again. I think I've been holding all that in for two years. Ahh it feels so nice to let it all out. I've been pretty nervous about Greg coming home, but you know what?There's nothing to worry about. He's my brother. He just better not turn into a slave immediately and he better save some time for his only little sister. PS sorry about the picture, it's the only one I have. You gotta love Christmas mornings.
