The Fam

The Fam

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Fun Filled Weekend

This past weekend my cousin,  her husband, their son, and my aunt came down. That would be Holly, Blake, Jackson, and Jo Anne. We had the best time ever! We went to dinner Friday night and had a great time catching up. Saturday we woke up to donuts (thanks Mom) and we had all intentions of going to the Jumping Party here in town. We took our sweet time and took the kids to Cici's first and then showed up at the Jumping Party. The lady said, "Are yall here for the birthday party?" and we said "no we are just here to jump." She then might as well tore Jackson's heart out of his chest and stomped on it as she said the words "I'm sorry, we are closed to public jumping this afternoon." He was so upset! Elliott couldn't care less because she had no idea what we were doing anyway. We tried to think of every single thing we could do that might make Jackson happy, and we finally decided on Fossil Rim. We made it there with 3 minutes to spare before they closed the gates. It definitely made Jack happy though. Although, every time he said how cool it was, he quickly reminded us that he liked jump houses too though. Elliott was afraid of every animal there, and rightfully so considering that the first animal we came upon was the ostrich and we all screamed our heads off as it got closer to us. There were signs everywhere that said not to feed the zebras by hand because they bite, so we, being the smart girls we are, fed them out of our hands. This started a huge zebra fight IN ANNA'S WINDOW! It was so scary. They stole our bag of food and then kicked and bucked at each other and ran full speed chasing each other. We were all screaming so loud and Anna accidently smacked Elliott in the face during all of the commotion. At one point they were running straight at the front of Anna's car and I just knew they were going to hit us. I'm telling you, it was intense. Anna said that Elliott cried in her sleep all night long and I'm quite certain her nightmares were probably about ostriches, zebras, and her mom smacking her. LOL. Anyway, it was a good time. Saturday night Eddie and Anna had us over to their house for dominos, steaks, and Apples to Apples. If any of you have not played Apples to Apples, you're totally missing out. Oh yeah, and Eddie and Blake played darts. That's right Mom, darts. Sunday we went fishing and yours truly was the only one that caught anything. After fishing, home videos and more visiting, my family left. :( I wish the weekend could have been longer because I wasn't ready for it to end yet. But hopefully, everybody had as much fun as I did and will come back again soon! I know Jackson will want to come back, because he knows there's a jumping party, and he loves the dogs. 

Picture Blog

I think I've decided that every time I post a blog, I'll add a picture of me at that time. So here I am today. I look a bit red because I just tanned and the bed was HOT. I got my new computer and I'm super pumped about it. It frustrates me every now and then, but it's been fun learning about it. There is really no point to this blog other than to introduce the fact that now I'll have a picture posted of myself every time I blog. Hope all of you are well. More again soon.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Mambaise and Marshley

While I was telling a story to a coworker the other day, she responded to me that she doesn't have an imagination like I do. I thought about that statement for a minute and then drifted off into memories from years ago that involved my imagination.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my mom got a new picture frame from the store. She pulled it out of the sack, and without any hesitation I told her that I knew the girl in the photo. She looked at the paper that came in the frame and laughed and asked me how I knew her. I explained to her that her name was Marshley and that she was my friend. I'm sure my mom was thinking, "Oh dear. Here we go. I lucked out and didn't have to deal with the imaginary friend with the other kid, so here it comes." And sure enough, Marshley became someone I talked about frequently. (The strange thing about my memories of this time is that I cannot remember any specific stories about her other than when I told my mom about her existence, and when I told her of her demise.) Apparently I hadn't mentioned Marshley in a while, so my mom hesitantly, yet nonsholantly asked me "You haven't mentioned Marshley in a while. What happened to her?" To which I shot right back not so hesitantly, but a bit even more nonsholant, "Oh. Her house burned down and she was in it." I'm sure my mom was shocked for a number of reasons. One being that I had offed my friend out of my imagination. And two being the painful death that I spoke of so aloofly. Needless to say, I'm sure it was bittersweet for her, because afterall, the death of Marshley meant that the phase had passed.

However, that wasn't the end of my random, imaginative, matter-of-factly stated stories. From the time when I was very small, if I ever had a stomach ache, my stomach was no longer my stomach anymore. It was my mambaise. Out of nowhere I began referring to my aching belly as my mambaise. But ONLY when it was hurting. I would crawl into my mom or dad's lap and whine, "my maaambaaaiiise huuuuurts." There is no rhyme or reason why this word took place of the more common terms, but it just did. I was too young for me to recall where I got this from, but I do remember saying it. I'll still refer to it as my mambaise every now and then, and occasionally in mixed company, I'll forget that not everyone knows what that is.
As you can see, I apparently made up both names from scratch, because I've never heard the name Marshley, and never heard the word mambaise since.

Now that I'm grown, the majority of my imaginative work just stays in my head and my dreams. Maybe someday this very imagination will help me with my book I plan to write.

Hey, come to think of it, maybe Marshley was the one that told me it was called a mambaise. Nah, she couldn't have because the timing doesn't add up.