Monday Memories

My little sister did a great post on her blog with memories about each member of our family and it got me thinking. I make a blog book at the end of each year so this would be a great place to write my memories and record my personal history. So here's the first installment of "Monday Memories"


Toni mentioned in her post how she and I used to share a room. That brought back memories of how I HATED sharing a room with her, not because she was my little bratty sister (which she was a times) but because she was so MESSY (and I'm a bit obsessive about cleanliness)! At one point I convinced my mom to have my two sisters share a room and I got my own room (YEAH!) but that didn't last too long. Neither one of them liked to keep things clean so within a few weeks you couldn't see the bedroom floor. Needless to say I got stuck with Toni again. There were times that her mess would bother me so much that I couldn't sleep and would stay up late cleaning up and making sure everything in the room was in perfect order. In the morning Toni would wake up to a cleaned room and wonder what happened. I told her that the cleaning fairies had come during the night. I wonder what happened to those fairies, they never seem to show up at my house now!

Another memory that came to mind was about how my older sister, Heather and I would torture my little brother Colt. We weren't physically mean to him, we just made him play "girl games." Heather and I would take blankets out of the closet and pile them just so on the floor so that they'd make great Barbie houses. We'd then pretend that the carpet was water. Colt had a G.I. Joe aircraft carrier that we used as our "grocery boat." We made him drive the boat around to our "houses" and play Barbies with us.

The last memory for this week is one day Heather and I were playing in her room when we thought we saw a snake near her bedroom door (my parents lived on a hillside "out in the fields" so seeing creepy crawling things around the house wasn't uncommon). We yelled for Colt who was playing in the nearby family room to run and get our mom. It seemed like he was gone FOREVER and our young imaginations started to get carried away. By the time my mom got to us (a few minutes later), we were jumping up and down on Heather's bed crying. We were sure that it must have been a rattlesnake and that the snake got to Colt and that he was now lying on the outside of the door dying and we were trapped inside the bedroom. My mom looked at the spot where we were SURE we'd seen the snake and all she saw was a yellow #2 pencil.