Pogs

Does anyone remember Pogs? I was reading a blog and they mentioned pogs and it brought back some childhood memories!

I don't even remember how old I was, but I think it was around 3rd or 4th grade or something like that. I collected them. The pogs and the slammers.

For those of you that don't know what pogs are, here is a link to Pogs on Wikipedia.

Nicole and I played all the time. We never played for keeps that I recall, but for fun. And we traded pogs. Basically you put your pogs face down in a stack and use the slammer to hit the stack and you get to keep all of the ones that land face up. We played whoever had the most won and then we divided the stack back up.

I wonder if my pogs and slammers are still back at Ma's house. I'm going to have to ask and take a look. If I can find them, that would make a fun scrapbook page since I could even use some of the pogs on a page.

Day 23 {Buttons!}

Day 23

I have fond memories of going through Grandma's button box when I was a kid. I loved to look at all the different buttons.

Jessi and I went to Mills End Textiles today and spent over an hour going through this huge display of buttons. We had so much fun and didn't want to stop going through them.

New Song!

Well it's not really a new song, but I love it! Growing up both Ma and Dad used to listen to Steve Earle quite a bit. Ma loved blaring some of his songs. I remember Ma singing along to Sweet Little '66, Copperhead Road, and Guitar Town. In fact I have a few songs by him in my itunes library.

I absolutely love the movie P.S. I Love You. If you need a good cry, that movie will do it for you. So will the book. I had to read the book with a box of kleenex sitting by me. Anyway, I was looking for songs from the movie, and the one I really wanted I found out was Galway Girl by Steve Earle! I am now obsessed with that song.



If you haven't heard this song before you must crank it up and listen to it. It's best heard loud.

Random memory

I was talking Christmas songs on Mama Central and then I diverted the conversation as I am so good at.

Growing up in the evenings we used to sit on the deck at Grandma and Grandpa's house and watch for the deer to come out.  Grandpa had me convinced that the deer would never come out unless we had Conway Twitty music playing on the tape deck.  I never caught on that it was the same time every evening, the deer could hear the music and that is what made them come out.  Too funny.

There was another song that I don't know, but it had to do with a church and mouse that Grandpa nad I liked.  Something about Sunday mornings, I do believe.  Need to remember that.

I remember the "Thistlehair the Christmas Bear" song by Alabama too.  I wish I could find that somewhere to download.   One of my favs.  I need that song again.

Reflection

Looking back at my middle and high school years isn't a good thing for me.  I hated school and my life back then. I was teased and bullied for everything under the sun, but mainly my weight and hair.  (I wonder if that's why I hate my hair so much now?)  I was shy and hated talking in front of people and tried to make myself as invisible as I could to not be seen.

I've been reading Susan and Julie's blogs lately.  Well whenever they post, Julie hasn't posted much, but Susan does just about every day.   Both girlies have been though a lot and have been bullied, especially Susan.  But she is different than me.  She stands up for herself and doesn't try to be invisible.   I wish I were more like her.   

I also envy the both girls style.  I wish I were closer to their age and could experiment with my hair and makeup and clothes like they do.   I really feel that that look is me, but what kind of 25 year old woman dresses like that.  Maybe I shouldn't care. Maybe I'm still trying to be invisible like I was in school.  Maybe it's time to step out of my shell a bit.

Rain!

Oh how I love the rain! It's raining out, a nice soaking rain. I love the sound of the rain.

When I heard it I jumped up from the couch and opened the door to see if it truly was rain or if it was part of the movie I was watching. It was rain.

It brought back memories from when I was a teenager. I think I was around 16 years old and it was pouring out, a nice hard, summer rain. It was twilight, still a bit bright out, but starting to get dark. I was standing in the porch watching and listening to the rain come down, and dad was there too. As typical, the radio was going, I don't remember what one. But I said, "I've always wanted to dance in the rain." Next thing I know dad pulls me out and we dance in the rain, me laughing like crazy. We got soaked.

For those of you that know dad, he doesn't dance at all. It was such a fun moment.