Yes, there was a simpler time than these days, a time when one didn't feel so obligated to wear clothing, or to bathe in the tub, or to keep one's dishes off of one's naked body. Those were the days. And look at my hand! It's as if I'm saying, "Voila! Just LOOK what I can do!"
If you look at my most recent photos on Flickr, you'll see that we are a family full of good-lookin' ladies with NO SENSE of embarrassment or self-control. It sort of runs in my family to be hot and goofy as hell. And it's not just the ladies, either; we are equal opportunity mortifiers.
There are some pictures of my Grandma and Grandaddy, too. Grandaddy died before I was born. I never knew him, but I do feel like I know him, you know? I think he's around a lot. I've never felt like I didn't know him, I just often feel like I wish he was here. It's odd; it just sort of hits me when something good is happening, or when something bad is happening, how much I wish he was here to talk to me or hug me or play with Reed or shake Jason's hand. I hope that my sister and my cousins are thankful all the time that they got to see him, because I never did and I'm envious. Sometimes I just yearn for him to be here, along with a few others who have gone on to better things like my Grandma and my cousin Jenny. I miss them so. But I know that they're together, and one day I'll be there with them.
For now, I'm going to go sit in the kitchen sink and balance a cup on my big toe. That's how I party. Voila!
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Man, those are great! I was happy to see the Ramey-bouffant-pic! I wonder if you could find the one where she's hanging sideways on a pole--you know what I'm talking about?
kat
Putting mugs on your toes seems like a reasonable therapeutic option.
I knew Grandpa R. well, and I'm not surprised that you've felt him around. You were his kind of kid. I know he was crazy about you from the day your were born. And still. BTW, that's always been my favorite pic of you.
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