You Will Wet Your Pants

I have a million things to do tonight: laundry, unload the dishwasher, scrape the BBQ saucy of the pan from supper, lotion my feet, vacuum, clip my Twerps' toenails, put them in bed, clean out the fridge, or read my Bible. But you know what I am doing instead?

Going through the trunk in my bedroom? Why? Why? Cause I am feelin nostalgic. I have no clue if I even used that word right. But I am feelin like rememberin old times.

Here is the pic Eldest Twerp drew when we brought Baby Twerp home from the hospital. I am almost most certain someone MADE her draw this cause she was NOT the least bit excited about bringing another boy into the adobe. Then I found my wedding planner -- oh my goodness, I was so so so sappy.....and so in love. I could not WAIT to be married and I kid you not...there is a whole page dedicated to my signing my new name. Was I gonna do more of a swirl at the end or more of a scribble power signature. I decided to dot my "i" with a heart. I thought it said mature but still loving. Those were my words. Go ahead, I will wait until you stop laughin. There were my dad's baby shoes. My. dad's. baby. shoes. I am getting teary eyed.

Here is a pic of my mom and all her brothers and sisters. She was the end of ten kids. My Mamaw is holding her. One daughter died. I have no idea who is missing? Then I found my wedding bouquet and ...and...and.... Four years worth of journals. I journaled from the day I graduated high school until I finished college. And let me tell you -- hours of entertainment here people...HOURS!

Then I found my keepsake box from high school/college.

This was the first thing I pulled out. My sister-in-law and I were fixing my hair on my weddin day. In the curler pic we were in my bedroom. PINK! Surprised?

If only Indiana Jones would have seen me BEFORE the weddin. He woulda called Ma and Pa and headed for the hills. Lands to ocean I was a sight.

I have no idea what the significance of July 15, 1994 was. I just turned 18 a few days earlier and apparently this scripture really spoke to me. Or maybe I bought my first pair of designer shoes. No, I remember that.... Dec 27, 1995.Ha ha ha ho ho ho hee hee giggle giggle snort. This was apparently my little black book. Ha ha ho ho hee hee.... I was such a dork. Ah, this was one of my college sweethearts. I think he mighta broke my heart. Now he is married to a news anchor. I know. I know. I bet he breathes a HUGE sigh of relief everyday that we did not work out. I have no idea why I kept this other than I think he has really nice handwriting. And I remember I thought his mullet was hot. Here is my high school sweetheart and me ridin roller coaters. CG loves herself some roller coasters. What I find hysterical about this entire pic is:

1. It remember it was POURING down rain.

2. I have no idea who those guys are behind us.

3. My boyfriend was wearin a GUESS shirt so you can tell he was super dee duper cool and all.

4. I was wearin a poncho. Cause I was super de duper dorkie like that and all.This was him as a baby. I have no idea what it is about us women, but we must see baby pics before we can commit. I think it is our need to see how reproduction might turn out. It is in our genes and all to protect our DNA from turning out to be two headed with a roman nose.This. This is the necklace he gave me for some anniversary -- maybe our 2 week 2 day 2 hour 2 minute. Cause that was long term for us and all. And how sweet is it that he REMEMBERED? After I told Michelle to remind him between study hall and gym.

Ok. Get ready to wet your pants. Cause I did. At the hair. At the dress. At the bird legs. Seriously, can you see my ankles? NO they disappear case they were so small. This was my Junior prom. Lord have mercy on my soul.And my sorority pin that was given to me when I rushed. I waited a semester before I began sorority and all. Cause I was mature and concerned about my academic progress before any silly Greek organization. And I didn't find the flyer until November.

And the guy in the left hand corner of the pic? With is arms crossed? He was my BFF in high school and college. And we watched the presidential election of Bill Clinton together and I remember my disappointment in having to decide between an elephant or a donkey. I wanted to be a part of the unicorn and rainbow party - or the pink fuzzy heart with glitter party. He did not judge me. This is when I knew we would be best friends forever. And the journals?

OH. THE. JOURNALS!!!!!!

I am only through my first year -- but I did find the page in which I could not wait 3 YEARS to marry IJ. Giggle.

And the list of Things I Want To Do Before I Turned 40....

#6?? Own a cell phone.

Oh my. I have to go read some more. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?