I thought I would take a spin on this confessions post. Linking up with Kathy.
As I was writing these “confessions” I realized a lot of my odd behaviors seemed to be stemming from one common denominator….my family. So I thought I would share a glimpse into this up bringing of mine.
If you don’t remember from this post. I am the youngest of six kids….three boys and three girls. My parents grew up on the same block, played in the same sandbox and started dating at 16. Married at 21 and raised as my mother would say “six only children”. So you can only imagine there were lots of fun stories growing up. Too many to name but let’s have some fun with the ones that are coming to mind right now.
This was our house growing up….see I told you I did grow up in snow….wasn’t very helpful when you wanted to sneak out at night….the tire marks were such a giveaway!
So you are probably asking how the heck did your parents haul all those little people around? Well let me tell you…we had a large van growing up. Not like one of those crazy white vans that I have clearly voiced my opinions over but like a very large passenger van. It had windows all around don’t worry. It also had like a 50 gallon tank that would never fly nowadays….gas isn’t 87 cents a gallon like it was growing up. According to my mom “it was great it carried passengers and luggage. The new vans only carry people not luggage. Everyone had their own windows and enough space so you couldn’t annoy each other”.
Ours was Maroon and Silver not this blue color (sorry there was not very many pictures to choose from). However my sister would always con me to lay on the floor because “there was more room down there”. The floor would always get hot….I swear there was some hot injectors or something underneath the floorboards….so sweet right?
Speaking of my sweet siblings….we had that color TV that had the switch knob on the front to change the channel….we did have a remote but my siblings preferred the game of calling me down from my bedroom upstairs. I would get all excited…”yeah they want to hang out with me!” I would run downstairs and they would ask me to change the channel….then go back to ignoring me….
We had a rotary wall phone in our kitchen….and we used it….no call waiting around these parts. Someone remind me what the crank on the right was for?
I grew up calling food “right overs”. When my parents had you know all the random assortment of what most people like to call “leftovers” apparently they tried to jazz it up by calling them “right overs”.
I had a yorkie named Chuck (I’m not making this up). He had Congestive Heart Failure so the last two years he had a honking cough. My mother brought him to the vet when he was 8 and they told her he had “a few good years left Mrs. P” fast forward to age 16 when he finally passed away. She had a “Just Do It” Nike shoebox and would shake it at him and tell him “Just Do It Chuck”. I wish I was making this up.
My mother also hand knit little sweaters for him to wear when he went outside when it was cold. I mean where was Etsy back in 1993….she could have made it big with those. He use to bite your hands when you would try to cram his tiny arms into this sleeves.
Finally…my champion bargain shopping is definitely a learned skill….and you guessed where it came from. We still do this to this day. When we get home from a shopping outing we take everything out and try it back on at home…we then do a mini fashion show for each other. I mean you have to see it in natural lighting and how it all works together.
Does anyone else do this?? I still do it…poor Mark is very patient he will smile and nod “yes that blue dress does look better with the gold sandals”. In his head he’s probably like “I saw it in the store!!! I really need to see it again??”
As I am reading this over….anyone else see the common theme here? ;-) Anyways……so did you do any of these things with your family growing up? In all honestly I loved growing up in a big family. Time to spill some of your family secrets! Hope you have a great day! xoxoxoxo