I've been accused of turning into my mother. Every time I drop food on my clothes and am then "wearing my lunch," my cousin Lonnie says, "You are your mother's child." Most of the time I take that as a compliment. She was joyful and most people genuinely liked her. She did have a few habits I don't want to inherit, however, such as her pack-rat tendencies.
Yesterday I moved my winter clothes into the guest bedroom and my sandals to the front of the shoe rack, and threw away six pair of shoes with scuffed toes, broken heels, or that I hadn't worn in more than a year. My mom not only kept butter bowls, but legend has it that she once burned her foot by taking a shoe out of the fire that my grandfather was using to burn some old stuff.
So, even though I sometimes spill food on my clothes, I would like to point out that Lonnie has Donna-like tendencies as well. Evidently today he went through Jen's garage sale pile and pulled out all of the items he couldn't bear to lose. I'm sure it was holey t-shirts from high school and other junk he felt the need to keep, just in case. I wonder if he saves butter bowls too.
One of the things I DID get from my mom, however, is a penchant for telling the same story over and over. So if you've heard the butter bowl thing before, I apologize.
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Wait. I didn't know he went through the pile! Eeeeergh. Once a pack rat, always a pack rat.
Lonnie doesn't keep butter bowls, but he DOES keep EVERY Sports Illustrated magazine he's gotten since Jr. High. It's utterly ridiculous. "The boys might want to look through those someday." Um, sure.
Today, I had a small air compressor in the sale pile because we have a larger one now. He made me pull it from the pile because, "It airs up balls perfectly." When I suggested the bigger one would probably do just as good of a job, he got all defensive and demanded we keep both. Huh?
I guess it's just like you said... his Donna-like tendencies are shining through.
She had my ALL STATE FOOTBALL certificate in the yard sale pile!!!!! She was going to sale the frame and didn't bother to take it out. What the He!! I had a small heart attack & said some curse words.
Imagine that... little Lonnie almost had a heart attack and cursed.
So out of character for him. He's so laid back.
i think lonnie may somehow be related to my husband...he has everything football from the years he played and coached, too...
Weird. I thought your All-State Football certificate was in the Smithsonian surrounded by guards with machine guns. Isn't the one in the frame at your house a replica?
No... But I did donate my Jock Strap to be used as a tent for the Hartford music festival every year :)
Wow. Are you sure it wasn't the life jacket you wore in the shallow end at Cedar Lake when you were a boy? That was big enough to hold all of the singers under it.
That's the funniest *#%@! stuff I've heard in a while. Your former pastor is so proud of the love in the family.
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