Amber

When looking over the list of past pets I was reminded of one of our bunnies, Amber. Mom had found a safe place for him to live when we moved to California at Uncle Rogers house. Roger ate him.

Speaking of bunnies. Once after our rabbits had a litter (are they called litters when they are bunnies?) Mom let Heather hold one in the kitchen, it was a bit scary for her as it moved around and well, heather dropped it. DEAD bunny. We were all a bit p-d at Heather and she was crying her eyes out, mom said the bunny fell out of Heathers hands. Not!

The BB Gun

I am sure there are many more posts that this title could fit. Why on Earth did mom and dad buy Peb a BB gun? I vividly remember Peb in the third yard, down by the gate, bent over and bare aced letting Matt shoot at him for $5.

Christmas Bonding

In the house on Emerson, there was an attic over the garage that you could get to through Peb's room. This is where mom and dad hid all of the Christmas presents. (Heather will have to tell her story about what she did one year with all the presents in the attic...). Well every Christmas Eve, or at least a couple, Peb would have to sleep in my room on the floor. Seeing as we disliked eachother so much, I would be so perplexed as to why they would force this on Christmas Eve...bless my little heart...

By the way, at Christmas, I remember loads and loads and loads of present under the tree, it seemed like a sea of gifts, mom and dad majorly hooked us up!

Freezing

Heather and I shared a bed for as long as I can remember, even though we had our own rooms. When she was a teen and staying out late, she would come home and climb in bed where I was fast asleep, and put her freezing cold hands on my bare tummy! How mean!

Scripture Study

I remember in the house on Emerson, I was probably 6, and everyone else would have to get up early in the morning to read the scriptures before school, but I was exempt because I was still sleeping. However, I would lean over on the top of the stairs and peek through at all you miserable people being forced to read, then climb back in my warm bed :)

The Last Fight

Peb and I fought many a fight in our day. The last one I remember was in American Fork, Utah in the rental home we lived in while the house was being finished. I don't remember how it started, or what it was about, but I remember it ending with me standing next to Trevor's car outside holding his CD with a rock to it. He was standing in the doorway with my backpack upside down, still holding it shut, but ready to let it go. We stood still like this for a few seconds, and then I made the move, scratch! He dumped my bag and started chasing me...

Rich & the Brass Bell

This bell looks very similar to the one we had. It was a brass bell that mom would often ring for dinner. There was a time when I was in 1st grade at Mark Twain Elementary. I was on the bus going home to the brown house (Wellington Street), I looked out the window of the bus and there was my mom on the side of the road. WHAT! Mothers are never in viewable sight out of the home when you are coming home on the bus. If they are there it means they are not at HOME! Anyhow, as the story goes, Rich was holding the brass bell and opened the door of the blue van and fell out. The bell just gashed the heck out for his little three year old chin. Mom said that she found someone to watch the rest of us kids so she could take him in for stitches. Mom said it was the most horrible thing to watch, those doctors washing out his chin. Needless to say, I think the bell was no longer seen......

Union Jack

Anyone else remember this one? I had a flash today back to that slightly sticky Union Jack apron we once had.