Category: the past

Most borthers torment their sisters by trashing their dolls, for Meg and I, it had always been a bonding experience. There was the doll that we joyfully yanked its extending hair out to find the spring coiled around her locks.

First day of a standarized test for my sophomores, ah, that being back the memories. Hunched over a desk, painful indentations in the side of you finger, and the little bubbles you had to fill in perfectly or garner enternal-damnation. Those were the times.

I find it amusing to think back on the stuff that I have done, not the good deeds, the acts of kindness, or even times when I was being an upstanding citizen. I mean the fun stuff, getting in trouble and various misdeeds. Not that I now approve of said misdeeds but it is funny how I felt I was “living on the edge” or toying with the long arm of the law.

This weekend, Jess and I were over in Bend for her mom’s birthday.  One of the best things about their ranch is that it is far enough away to limit some of the light pollution from Bend and Redmond so you get a nice view of the stars.  As I was trying to fall asleep, [...]