Good morning. TGIF!

Classes yesterday were ok. My theater professor joked when he found out I had not seen previously the video he showed us. It was a mid 1970's/early 1980's production. It was about medieval theater and the play acted in the production was the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac. IT was a drag simply because I had gone over all the material in 1060 this past spring.

After school, I brought my brother back to school and to change my shoes. I was all dressed up yesterday because I like to dress up from time to time. Once I got home, I ended up changing into something more comfortable. Around 3, I got a call from Mike and we went and had lunch at Jalapeno's in Sandfly. I had been craving Taco Night at home and the chicken quesadilla answered that craving. However, the Sandfly quesadilla was not as good as the Abercorn quesadilla. As for conversation, we spoke about childhood toys. I think I dominated the conversation the most. I don't mean to but I feel like someone has to talk.

Since we spoke about childhood items, I pulled out the pictures and thought I would scan a few to share. If you want to see a larger version, click the photo.

We spoke about the "General Lee" from The Dukes Of Hazzard at lunch For my 4^th birthday, my mother got me a "General Lee" cake. As a child, I had boy toys and girl toys. And at age 3, I loved this car. I had the Matchbox version of the car that I loved. It was only natural my mother get something on my cake that I enjoyed. As for the "dents" in car door and hood, I can't believe I remember this, but the door dent is from Nicki putting her finger in the cake. Nicki was only 2½ at the time. My mother was livid when she did that. That happened at home. The hood damage happed at the pizza join we held the celebration at. A bratty son of one of my mother's friends poked 2 fingers into the cake as my mother was showing the cake off to his mother. Again, my mother was livid but she had to grin and bare it with this kid. I don't remember much else from this birthday. After all, it was 1982!

Ah, even as a child, I have been a tomboy. This is from Christmas Day, 1982. I can't recall this Christmas very well. I think this was the Christmas of the Skipper disaster! That's a long story. Not all my childhood memories revolve around mad parents and crying kids. Just clearing that up for those wondering. This picture was taken at Grandma's and Grandpa's in Nashville, TN. I wish my hair color could be the same as it was back in the good old days. Wasn't it was pretty color?

Posted by Shawn at October 8, 2004 9:39 AM in General.