8 Things

Emily tagged me. I don't really like to put much about me out on the Internet. So instead. I will post 8 things I know about Emily from when we were little and now that we have reconnected 23 years later.

Emily then...

1. Emily had the best multicolored sweater that I always wanted. Looking back now I know I could have never pulled it off what with my fair complexion and uncooperatively colored hair. Someday, I will find the picture of it and show her. Also, uncooperatively is not a word but I think it fits this sentence nicely.

2. Emily and I had 1 fight in all our 5 years of original friendship. We (her, me and many of our siblings) were sleeping in the living room at her house and for some reason Emily and I wanted to use the same blanket and fought over it. We were trying to kick it off of each other and instead decided to see how long we could kick it and keep it in the air. Thus, the end of the fight.

3. When Emily and I went to Rec School, the rumor is, we would not play with anyone else or participate in any activities. Not true, we just realized our awesomeness and knew we didn't need anyone else or their dumb songs. If they came up with an activity that was worthy of us, like finger painting with pudding, we gladly participated.

4. Emily's dad used to hook some kind of cart to the back of his motorcycle and we would ride in it for fun. I was afraid of this because I came from the house of mandatory seat belt checks and such things scared me. We might as well have jumped off the roof for all the damage that was about to be done. I wanted no part of the road rash that was a guarantee with that scariness. I was a firm believer that if you didn't wear a seat belt you would have no choice but to suffer in a horrible accident and likely die. Emily talked me into going because her dad never drove very fast and it turned out to be one of the most fun things I had done up to that age. Since then, I have bravely not worn a seat belt on a few occasions and lived to tell the tale. Don't worry Mom and Dad. It wasn't within 6 miles of my home so I had a better chance statistically.

Emily now...

5. Emily is afraid of animals. This is no surprise to anyone. But she was willing to risk that and care for Jack Jack, the most poorly behaved of all my animals, while AJ was at scout camp by herself. That is truly dedicated friendship.

6. Emily wrote a really long thesis that was full of all kinds of useful information that I can't currently remember. What I do remember is this... Rabbit Brain, Jittering and Diggle. Nothing can be all bad if it has those words in it. On my part, that is truly dedicated friendship.

7. Emily and my lives have had some odd similarities. I don't know if the fact that we both are fake math people or that we ended up in NC has anything to do with us being friends in our early years but there is something that I now secretly blame her for. I have mostly pink underwear. I used to think it was because nobody in the entire world would ever think that I would have pink underwear. It is not me at all. That was a little amusing to me. Now I believe it is because Emily loves pink enough that it left a lasting impression on my life that doesn't fit in with the rest of me so it had to be hidden...in my pants.

8. Emily has a dream analyzer on hand. Of all the consultants to just know, this one ranks pretty high on my list of what I wish I had. Especially now that I am hosting Leah.

I don't want to tag anyone. I don't think many people read this blog and the few who do were already tagged by the others that read this blog.

My Last Will and Testament

A blog dedicated to Karin Brown...to help cure her lack of blogs to read.

I figured I would write a will now since my unborn child is trying to kill me and I might not make it long enough to look up a lawyer, make an appointment and then get all the paperwork filled out. The internet is legally binding isn't it?

To Leah, my unborn child I leave....
1. One gallon of sweat, all from today, a small rubber mallet for hitting herself in the head and a stick to poke her stomach with, so she may see the misery she caused her poor mama before her untimely death.
2. Two boxes full of empty cd cases that have moved 3 times even though all the cd's were stolen out of my car while I was still in college.
3. All of her dad's "family heirlooms" and enough money to rent a truck and take it all the The Antique's Roadshow and find out just how much it's really worth. This includes our most important "family heirloom", the ceramic Easter Bunny that has a date made sticker of 1982.
4. My favorite book, "Where Does the Garbage Go". Her Auntie Ali may try to take it from her since it does say property of Alice Lorraine Yeagley in the front but Leah will need it more. Her dad will say bad things about recycling after I am gone and she needs to know the truth.
5. All 3 dogs and the cat. The dogs will need to be walked twice a day. Please put all the poop bags in the big green bin next to the garage. That is where we keep our poop collection. The cat will likely try to sit on her.
6. The creepy Jesus painting.
7. Uncle Jake's cardboardy doppleganger. She can take it to show and tell when she gets older.
8. All the nativity scenes we have made every christmas including the one made of clay and the one made of cotton balls and the one in which every character in the nativity has a different disease and people have to guess what it is.
9. Jake's wife Therese, I'm sure she'll win us in the divorce.
10. The alarm clock that has some lights out that her grandma bought for me in middle school and I have been too lazy to replace it since then.

This may not seem like much but she is responsible for my demise. In the event that I survive, I am going to drive to NYC, switch her in the middle of the night with Shawn's pug, fake my death and run off to Costa Rica with her college money. Bear and I will live happily ever after.