First Morning………

My sister and brother are very early risers. When visiting them I like to get up as early as I can make myself. We drink coffee, watch Morning Joe and flip news channels whenever Pat Buchanan is more than we can handle. These are my political junkie siblings and I love it.

Leslie had timed her workout session to be back in the house to make breakfast by 7:30. She chatted briefly and then left. Max and I kept on talking about tea parties, odd politician behavior and our take on the world today. Leslie showed back up in about three minutes. We looked up expectantly wondering what she had forgotten.

She stood behind her chair for a moment before speaking. She said she had decided not to work out this morning and back into Sam’s mom’s car instead. We both looked at each other and then back to her. Our stunned silence turned to silent sympathy.  The story gets better. Her really cool jeep has a back up camera and beeper. She says the camera lens was dirty and she ignores the beeper because it always beeps when she backs out of the garage.

She said the damage seemed to be contained to the license plate holder and sat down to wait for Sam and his mom to appear. Kudos to my daughter; she took her aunt’s morning wake-up news very well.  First there was disbelief “you’re kidding, right”, then acceptance as Leslie handed her pieces of the broken license plate, followed by fairly cheerful resignation after an examination revealed nothing more than a scratch or two under the license plate.

Our favorite part was the backup camera and beeper. Of course, there is the fact that Max and I waved goodbye and didn’t say a word. We were really grateful we were not the ones to provide the first fender bender to the new Jeep, no matter how light the damage.

Leslie established an 18 month statute of limitations on mentioning this new entry in family lore and legend.  Judging the action on the subject the rest of the weekend she was probably correct. We do love to joke and tease and poke about each other’s miscalculations. What can I say, except some of my best personal insights have come from laser sharp observations made by one of my siblings?

Stay tuned for more tales from the demolition derby zone………

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Achieving milestones…..

Birthdays were pretty big at our house. Birth days were too, since I am the oldest of eight children.

In the 1950’s there was a stereotypical belief surrounding large families. I cannot begin to tell you how many adults would ask me if we were Catholic. I would say, no, my mother just liked the movie Cheaper by the Dozen. Since that was a true statement, for many years after my youngest sister was born, I did sometimes wonder if there might be more siblings in my future.

Having a day of your own to celebrate was very important to Mom. Two of my siblings had birthdays two days apart, the week after Dad’s birthday. Didn’t matter, there were always three parties. These days we are scattered to four states and have to make an effort to be all together. One of the traditions we started is celebrating 50th birthdays.  One of my brothers was born on New Year’s Eve. That 50th party was fun! Lots of his friends from back in the day showed up. Memories abounded.

Part of my Kansas family is gathering at Dave and Buster’s today to celebrate my second to the youngest sister’s 50th birthday. My sisters and I will get together in Kansas the first weekend in March and celebrate by attending a Jeff Dunham concert together. We will have fun. We always find a way to have fun even long distance. Guess how many ecards I sent her.

Happy Birthday Sister Sally………………….

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