he said. she said. a married couple's blog.

Friday, March 28

I had some time this morning, so I pulled out the two dolls that my mother had saved from when I was a kid. One is an Annie doll that my aunt made and the other a doll that my grandmother made to look a little like me. She has blonde hair, and once had blue eyes (they've faded to look greenish-yellow). At one point, my cousins and I all had matching dolls. They all had Annie dolls and ones from our grandmother made to look like them. I wonder if they all still have theirs.

Annie got a change of clothing, just because her outfit never really stayed snapped. And the blonde doll got some mending in the armpits and a new outfit. Her original baby outfit has these old school bloomers that have a plastic lining. I guess so the cloth diaper wouldn't leak through.

I think Bridget thinks they are pretty neat. She's also got one of Brendan's old Cabbage Patch kids to round out her vintage doll collection.

Labels: bridget, nostalgia

Tuesday, February 26

my stars

Brendan is on this mission to find an old laptop bag so we have something to take the Wii in when we go to Texas at the end of the week. It might be tucked away in a closet in the office, there are boxes in there from when we moved. Sort of random crap that didn't really have a place, or we never quite needed so it didn't get unpacked.

One of those random things was a box of letters that I've saved. At some point after we got married -- or were close to getting married -- I threw away all the letters that I'd saved from high school boyfriends, but I did not throw away the two that Brendan sent me. I just finished the first one. He'd probably like me to throw it away. It's seven pages long. Mostly about how he misses me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. Awwww. The second actually has an exclamation point in it! I don't think that my letters to him got saved, though there probably are emails and IM conversations somewhere. He's more of a pack rat about those things than I am.

We really were just two crazy kids in love. It's almost strange and hard to recall. Some things have changed, and some haven't.

Labels: nostalgia

Sunday, December 16

choo choo!

Since we didn't have anything going on yesterday, I thought it might be nice to take Bridget to a train garden. I just assumed that it was a common thing everywhere. Apparently not. It seems like it might be a Maryland/Baltimore thing. I could not find a single one in Virginia. I just thought it was something Volunteer Fire Departments did. Not so much. We'll have to hit up the AVFD when we go to my parents' next weekend.

Labels: bridget, christmas, family, nostalgia

Monday, June 4

infrequent

How often does a conversation like this happen anymore:

Mom: Could you make a copy of Sgt. Pepper for your brother?
Me: I can't, sorry. I only have it on LP.

Labels: family, nostalgia

Wednesday, May 23

boys

This isn't too different from the idiotic game my brother and some of our friends used to play in high school: Dammit, that hurts. Basically it consisted of them hitting the crap out of each other with plastic hockey sticks, noodles, sticks, whatever was around until someone said, "Dammit, that hurts!". I didn't get it then, and I don't get it now.

Labels: boys, nostalgia

Wednesday, April 18

inside

[UPDATE 19April2007: Just for you, Pops]

Labels: bridget, nostalgia

Monday, April 16

sweet memories

Ran across this article in the Post about Praiano, Italy, the little village we stayed in Italy when we were there for Vince and Kate's wedding in 2003. The article is spot on, and brought back the memories of the entire trip. It mentioned everything: Bar de Sole, the language barrier, the stairs, Padre Pio...

It's funny, I was just thinking about our trip not that long ago.

What's particularly interesting is that the Details article that accompanies the main article mentions the market we frequented. Given what happened to me on our last day, well, you decide if you want to go shopping there. I don't think I will again. The trip as a whole was amazing though and the village was just about perfect.

[Relive our whole trip in the travelblog and the gallery.]

Labels: Italy, nostalgia, trips

Tuesday, February 13

back in the day

I was a little bored this evening; Bridget was (and is) sleeping (for now anyway), Brendan wass working (we left work early today because of the weather), and there really wasn't anything on TV. What did I decide to do? Things that I should (like laundry or dishes or general picking up)? No. Instead I decided to take a look around myspace to see who I could find. I'm not generally all that into the whole deal -- I have a whopping 8 friends -- but like I said, I was bored.

No one interesting from my high school struck me. I mean, there are some of the usual suspects, but no one that I'd really want to get back in touch with (except for the one person I already have). So I branched out a little and found some of the kids that I hung out with at the YMCA -- a couple of them are MCs and my first "real" boyfriend is their beat maker. I haven't really listened to it all fully yet, so I can't offer an opinion. But I think it's safe to say that they are better than any of the rappers on TWRS!

It's weird. When I was going to the Leader's Club at the Y, I was able to be much more outgoing than I currently am. Ask me to talk to a stranger now, and forget it. I'll try my damnedest to get around or out of it. I had very little problems with those types of things then. My cousin and I were founding members. We organized and ran dances. We sold Christmas trees. I went to camp and met tons of new people and forced myself to do things with people that I didn't even know. I can't see myself doing that now.

I'll be the first to admit, being in a club at the Y sounds dorky (What's dorkier: Y club or marching band?), but those were some good times. And really if I could somehow get back to that person that I was able to be then, maybe I wouldn't be whining so much about how I don't have any friends.

Labels: friends, nostalgia