Today I had lunch with my cousin. My cousin Claire. And we had hysterics over memories of us as little kids.
There
was the time we picked all the green onions in Aunt Amy's farmyard and
stashed them all in her garage. Because we were ORPHANS who were
making SOUP because we had nothing to EAT. Of COURSE. And then the
garage smelled like green onions for weeks after.
There was the
time the kids in the house nextdoor to Aunt Amy's got mad at us
(although we never had any contact with them, but they hated us for
some reason) threw a big beach ball at us over the fence. And Joel,
Eli, Claire and I decided we would keep it (after all they THREW it at
us). But then Aunt Pam (Claire and Eli's mom) came out and made us
throw it back. That didn't make any sense to us. Still doesn't...
There
was the time we had never seen a garage door before and we kept making
Aunt Amy's go up and down because we were absolutely fascinated by it. Up and down. Up and down. We'd never seen anything LIKE it before. And then Aunt Amy came out and told us to stop.
Then
we threw a ball up inside the garage door while it was up and "we had
to close the garage door to get the ball back!!! :(:(:(:(:("
...
And there was the time Eli thought it would be a good idea to walk around the whole muddy yard in his socks.
There
was the time (well, ONE of the times) we broke the bed in the upstairs
bedroom while we were playing monsters. I don't know how we managed to
break it so BADLY, because the headboard and footboard and all the
middle boards were all apart. But we put it back together again. In a
way. And then my dad and Aunt Pam saw it and asked what had happened
to the bed and Claire and I said "what do you mean?" and Dad and Aunt
Pam said "what happened to the bed? It looks all funny like it's been
broken." and Claire and I said "we don't know, it looks fine to us."
We actually broke that bed quite a few times. But monsters is a really rough game, so we don't know what our parents expected.
There
was the time Claire and I knocked the dresser over upstairs and Dad and
Aunt Pam came upstairs as we dragged it back upright and they asked
what the big crash was. "We didn't hear anything," we said.
There
was the time Claire and I drank the whole pitcher of grape Kool-Aid in
one sitting. "HOW MUCH OF THAT DID YOU DRINK?" asked Aunt Amy. "One
cup," I said. "One cup," said Claire. Aunt Amy never did figure out
the whole story behind the missing Kool-Aid...
There was Aunt
Amy's wedding where everyone thought it would be a good idea if Claire
and I passed out the rice. They put all the rice bags in one BIG
wicker basket and Claire and I each took one of the two basket handles
and walked around all night with that basket passing out rice.
There
was Aunt Jane's wedding where Eli and Joel were acolytes and had real
jobs during the ceremony and Claire and I didn't do anything.
Claire and I have NEVER gotten to be flower girls.
There
was the funeral of some old dead relative Claire and I didn't know and
so we didn't feel sad and so we played barbies the whole time.
Oh the memories... LOL
After
lunch Claire and I hung out in her dorm room a while. Somebody told us
we looked like we were related. We'd NEVER been told that before, even
when we were little and we wore our matching turquoise pinafores or our
matching red plaid dresses. We demonstrated the "Pinkston nod" and she
said "WELL!" just like Great-uncle Royal used to.
HAHA funny funny day.
Except
for when I got my annotated bibliography back from my STUPID English
teacher who had said not to use entirely internet sources for them and
so I only used 3 out of 8 sources as internet sources, which seems
reasonable RIGHT?! Well she took off a LETTER GRADE for each internet
source saying she thought we were lazy for using the internet. So I
got a C. For a piece of work I spent AGES on researching and
annotating and perfecting. I almost cried when I realized all that
work had been for nothing. If I do good work and show I'm willing to
do a good, thorough job, is it TOO MUCH TO ASK that I get A DECENT
GRADE for it?! My research project is the results of the establishment
of the Tennessee lottery. She's lucky I was able to find five sources
that WERE NOT internet sources! I spent WEEKS hunting those down,
looking at microfilm and newspaper archives, corresponding with the
editors of Nashville and Knoxville newspapers. How DARE she call me
lazy. How DARE she mark my HARD WORK with a C.
But yesterday
I went to Starbucks with Caleb, who finds time in his busy schedule to
go somewhere with me... ;) So thank you Caleb for showing that I mean
something to you by fitting me into your schedule. And to your
wonderful parents who drive me everywhere! <3
So I'm going
to go bake something with chocolate in it and bury myself in my
psychology textbook and wait for someone who loves me to call me and to
feel sorry for myself and maybe cry over the undeserved almost-failing
grade on a piece of work I would have gotten an A+ in in any other
class.
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