Lest I forget...

I went home this last weekend, and I just want to share a few things so I don't forget them. This runs the potential for being a very strange post, but I pray you stick with me. Perhaps something will resonate with you, or you'll catch a glimpse of your own home. Here are a few pieces of my life:

When Josef got home from school (he's a junior) I found out two things:
Earlier in the week he had been knocked down by some dork that was running to get away from some other kid. He fell in the snow, ripped a hole in his jeans and has a gash in his knee. My first question was, "Did you yell at him?" I could feel the protective older sister in me boiling. Nobody messes with my little brother. He said the kid was already far away by the time he got up. I said that I still would have yelled. "Well, that's you Anna, not me." How very true. We aren't the same person, as similar as we are. It was agreed that if it would have happened to me, my arm would have been out to catch the twerp and he would have been down in the snow with me. I wouldn't have hurt him... but I would have put the fear of God in him. Or so I would like to think.... sometimes injury done to me doesn't light nearly as big a fire in me as injury to Josef.
Also, I would like to thank whoever broke into Josef's car. I appreciate that you didn't take anything. Oh, and thanks for the sunglasses you left behind.

A dog got into our yard and dug through the snow into Dad's new grass and landscaping...he was not too happy. "If they come around here tomorrow they'll get lead poisoning." Saturday, our little dog started going crazy, and the next thing I know is Dad is outside with the shotgun. I paced around the inside of the house while I waited for the pop that was sure to come. I watched him as he aimed, which I thought was suspiciously high, and I watched him shoot while I couldn't see the target. I went to the East side of the house and watched two dogs run down the road. He came inside and said one had a collar for sure and he didn't want to shoot anyone's pet.

We went on a Daddy/Daughter date. I talked about my Language and Linguistic class a lot. He said, "I don't really like monarchs..." when I started asking questions about the Kings and Queens of England. They fascinate me. A difference.

Dad taught me how to make spaghetti. When it started splattering Mom said she would find me an apron. "It's okay, it's just my STD shirt."
"Oh, but that shirt is so cool!"
"Tammy, STD, not Sigma Tau Delta."
"Oh.... how did that happen?"
(I have two shirts for the English honors program I'm in, Sigma Tau Delta, it's really kind of unfortunate. The company that made our shirts made a mistake the first time around and put the letters in English, not Greek.)

When picking a movie to watch, "How's about The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex?"
"Well... I've been in that kind of mood, why not?"
"I didn't think you would actually say yes."
"We could watch Captain Blood instead."
This was after we watched Footsteps in the Dark. If you're an old movie buff you'll understand, or know, that these are all Errol Flynn movies. My dad loves Errol Flynn, he's one of his favorite actors, and probably one of mine as well. The only movie I didn't care for was Elizabeth and Essex. I don't know what it is... possibly the lady that plays Queen Elizabeth... I don't really know. It could be the ending but I won't give that away for you.
And now I have this insatiable desire to watch The Seahawk.

"When will you be home next, Anna boo?"
"Probably four weeks."
I know, Bud Nub, it's a long time....




"It is entirely innocent I am!"
"You must use the right words."
"Oh, words is it? Not guilty."
[Errol Flynn, Captain Blood]