A walk down memory lane…
This weekend we headed up to Slave Lake to go to my brothers wedding. I did his wedding cake and did his wedding pictures. I was 1/2 hr late for the wedding and held it up. I felt bad, but doing the cake prevented me from getting there on time.
If anyone wants me to show up on time, don’t ask me to do anything except for show up, or I’m gonna be late. You’ve still got a 50% chance that I’m going to be late, but asking me to do something on top of that will up it to a 99% chance that I’ll be late. It’s so frustrating that I can’t understand the concept of time. I never have enough time. I waste time and don’t use it efficiently.
Anyway, the wedding was beautiful. They were married on the beach, it was a beautiful summer day, the sun was setting… the exact wedding I wanted to have but didn’t. I took lots of awesome pictures, I’ll work on them, have them developed and put into an album for them as their gift.
It was so good to see my brother’s again. They are truly hilarious and I love to hang out with them. I think having brothers is why I get along with guys better than girls. Girls are so catty and they take the slightest offense to the things I say. Guys just roll with it and are so much more laid back.
We stayed at the Super 8 and played at the waterslide and pool. It was sooooooo much fun! We asked for a later check out and just played hard for 3 hours. I LOVE going to waterslide places like the hotels cuz you can go backwards, on your knees, anyway you want and there’s no one there telling you what to do. It was just a blast! I kept getting water in my brain and it just killed. So my fav. way to go down the slide was backwards on my back. I want one of these in my house. The kids laughed, splashed and goofed around. I was in the middle of the pool and Ryan was coming down the with boys. I turned to get out of the way and Laura pushes me into the middle again saying, “go meet daddy!”. I almost got drowned by Ryan’s huge splash with the boys. We did trains down the slide where 3 - 5 people would slide down at once. It was hilarious. So much fun! I love staying at the Super 8 with the waterslide! We’ll definitely go back.
We had 2 rooms so the kids stayed up until 3am watching cartoons, having pillow fights and goofing around. I was so exhausted cuz for the past 3 days leading up to this wedding, I’ve only been getting 3 hours sleep each night. I just crashed. Thankfully no one complained about the kids goofing around.
On the way home we stopped to say goodbye to my brothers, my mother and all the relatives. I was so glad to be leaving that town. It is such a hole. No wonder I was dying to leave and get out of there as soon as I could when I was younger. I was getting cabin fever from that town and I was only there for 2 days.
We stopped at my old farm where I grew up. The road is grown in with tall grass and the tress are growing so close to the road. No one lives there anymore, it’s just a tree farm and all the buildings have been torn down. A load of memories washed over me as I looked at the pond. I would always sit by the pond, dream, write, play with the frog eggs, play with the cat tails and escape my mothers wrath at the pond. The clumps of trees that housed my fort still stood, I looked to see if I could see my fort, but I’m sure it had been knocked down by weather. The farm looked deserted and ghost like. Nothing was the same except for the trees. I really wished I could just get out and walk around, surrounded by the silence of the wind rustling through the leaves.
After that we stopped off at my elementary school and Jr. High. Again a rush of memories came flying back. I had THE BEST playground as a kid. Looking at all the old tires that were buried in the ground that we were able to play with was nostalgic. The only thing that was taken down was the tire swings, everything else was still in it’s place with new equipment added as well. My kids had a blast playing on everything. I took Laura around the school and explained the classrooms to her. Oh my gosh, they still had the old shuffle board table we’d play on during lunch time and the same old couches we had in the library.
The grass was cut and it just closed my eyes, listened to the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. I smelled the heat from the grass, heard the grasshoppers chirping and remembered the heat I felt in my lungs from running cross country. I looked fondly at the path that I churned up when I was younger. I always came in first among the girls and was usually 2nd in from our entire class. I could never catch Chad who was always in front of me when we raced. I remembered the wonderful feeling of my lungs burning from heat, the unquenchable thirst and my legs burning from all the acid flowing through my legs. The runners high is always fabulous.
I remembered feeling antsy and wanting to leave this little 2 bit town and school. Wanting to go to the big city where the possibilities seemed endless, full of life and excitement. I thought back to all my dreams and hopes and visions of what I wanted the future to be. Then I just shook my head my stupidity…. more like naivety of a sad little girl.
“I often miss this little girl whose dreams had no barriers… who believed in a world where anything is possible with a heart that was full and unbroken.”
hmm… too true. I do miss her…. a lot. I hate being grown up.