2 posts tagged “friends”
That's how I'm running around these days.
Do other people use that expression? I use all sorts of normal FamilyH phrases that no one else does. Huh.
Anyway, back to my craziness. I have today and tomorrow to get crap done here and at home. At least the cat care coordination is all set. Yay! After that, I suppose all is easy.
I had a rough start this morning because I had a great time last night. Original Airplane Boyfriend was in town so we went out with some of my gal pals to tear up Old Town Scottsdale.
I met OAB in 2004 when I was on my way to Peru via Miami and he was on his way to party with friends in South Beach. For someone who is always in the air, he said I was the first cool person he ever sat next to on an airplane. Aww. It was great to catch up (we haven't seen each other in a year) and he dangled a couple of trips in front of me (he has flight benefits) that I would be all over - except I'm out of vacay days for the year. DAMMIT!
As as been noted before, I have great luck meeting great people on airplanes. Sure, there was the skeevy guy trying to feel up my leg. Ugh. But then there are super fun guys like OAB and my friend John (Hi, John! *waves*).
I wonder what fun awaits when I hit the friendly skies again on Monday!
Just to begin, let me say that Brother Steve bought an old $100 computer on eBay four years ago for my folks so DadH can check out all the Michigan State sports commentary on Podunkville's dial-up internet service.
It's still faster than my two-year old Dell laptop and Cox cable modem. WTF??
That's the reason I've been slow at posting pics from home and wherever else. I wanted to post these pics for mah birfday and since it's 9:30 Arizona time now, it will probably be midnight here by the time I'm done with blob entry.
So here goes. First, I present to you the earliest known photograph of Yours Truly. You will note that my photo is cluttered up by my two brothers. From left to right, Steve, Ray and approximately 6-month old AmyH. Six months is a wild guess, BTW. Raymond looks like he was in a fight. He was a pain from the beginning so Steve may have popped him one.
What a goober of a baby I was. Now I'm kind of glad there are no more baby pics of me.
Let's move on to 18 months. We know this because MomH actually documented ages on the back of the picture. This notation is a rare find, indeed. MomH was very surprised by the discovery that she wrote anything at all.
Hmm, not much better there. Let's try for two.
This next pic is a fave. The Podunkville newspaper brought in a portrait photographer once a year so we country folk could get pictures taken. That's probably where the top two photos were from. For the next one, MomH says we had to wait an hour for our picture to be taken.
"I had three little kids under the age of seven, rolling around in the dirt, fighting, fussing and getting cranky. But we stayed and when your turn came, you were all smiles."
Yes, my middle name is Lynn. Booooring. As I mentioned before, I was named Amy so I wouldn't have a hard time spelling my name when I got to Kindergarten. Very thoughtful of my mother.
As for those stylin' shirts, MomH took a sewing class to learn the right way to use this newfangled godsend of a fabric - doubleknit polyester. DadH had a matching shirt, too. Swank-y!
She despised that fabric but at the time, she had no choice. Everyone was raving about the wrinkle-free, stain-resistant, most likely waterproof synthetic. The time period created her very own Depression stories: "That's all you could get, nothing else was available. It was awful. I was so glad when it was over."
Finally, my first solo portrait, age three. My Grandma & GrandpaH bought this for me when they were touring dairy farms over in Switzerland. GrandpaH probably bought it. I miss him terribly.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was sooo scared. I've gotten over my shyness since.
From here on out are my Ugly Years, all the way to say, age 32. No more pics tonight.
But tomorrow I turn 37 and life is fantastic. I have a wealth of wonderful friends, a loving family, the best kitty in the whole wide world, a solid credit rating, my own cordless drill, many great experiences and many more to come.
Thank you all so much for making me smile, listening to me complain and being there for me. What else can a gal really ask for?
None. None more else.
*blows kisses*
