Low point: Waiting in the Urgent Care lobby filled with crying children and The Croods.
High point: Leaving the waiting room of crying children and The Croods.
Low point: Curling up in my hallway crying about missing Mother's Day and Brett's birthday celebrations while my puppy and husband stared at me with utter confusion and disbelief.
High point: Watching When Harry Met Sally and drinking Walgreens brand 7Up.
Low point: Eating three-quarters of frozen pizza by myself.
High point: Taking Zora on her first real walk around the neighborhood with Tyler.
Low point: Realizing in my last class of the day that I'd been walking around with pasta sauce caked into my hair since lunch.
High point: Singing on the car ride home with a low voice that sounds something like a mix between Etta James and Tom Petty.
|Me and my mama|
Speaking of fond memories, I can't believe my little brother is twenty-two years old. It doesn't seem like that long ago when I'd be in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth, while he lay in bed across the hall, asking me an endless stream of questions from musings on the advantages of certain Pokemon to Harry Potter theories. Or he'd be playing with his "thinkin' guy," a Michael Jordan action figure that he adored even when all that remained was the torso. Or his collection of "swords" that he would wear all at once around his waist, even if the "sword" was only a plastic spoon or a lego construction. Or playing Harry Potter CD-ROMs together. Or watching Pagemaster and The Sword in the Stone. Or him dominating the Hook Super Nintendo game. I miss those days. Happy birthday, Mr. B.
|Brett's 2nd Birthday|
|Brett's High School Graduation|
|I'm thinking circa 1998? -- Aaron, Brett, Mindy, me|
|Pulling the sword in the stone -- cousin Mark, Aaron, Brett, Tyler, me|