I was 19 years old 25 years ago, there were many, many things I could not have imagined, but here are the five you've asked for Melinda June and Happy to be from Iowa:
1) That my sisters and I would all morph into variations of the same being, a strange combo of Tom and Jean, some of us one more than the other, but all short and round.
2) That I would meet my life partner at the age of 20 while working for the Iowa D.O.T. and then I would get married at the age of 21, just six months after meeting him! His mom was about my age when we got married, whoa!
3) That we would have three children while he was still in grad school, and that we'd eat ramen noodles for so long!
4) That we would live in Alabama for any period of time! (spent 4 wonderful years there!)
5) That we would be raising our children in the same hometown and the same house as my own childhood, and that the house still would not be finished!
Okay, a few more . . .
I never imagined my body could change this much in just 25 years. I've somehow misplaced my waistline and can't seem to find it again no matter how hard I try, although it could have just reappeared on my butt, with exponential growth during its journey there.
That I'd be driving a minivan for this long, going on 12 years now! Three vans later!
That I would have a daughter that was the spittin' image of me as a young girl
That three of the four of us would be living in the same town!
And most of all, I NEVER would have imagined that Americans would be apathetic enough to freely give away so much of our freedom to an administration as corrupt as the Bush gang. IMPEACH NOW!
7 comments:
Why didn't you post the photo of our amazingly similar butts? Good list.
Do you REALLY want me to post that one? No. Not on your life.
Look! It's three of my favorite women! Isn't it amazing how despite our best efforts, we still become our parents? It isn't so bad though now that we're old enough to have appreciated them in their lifetime.
I like to think if it as a new and improved version of our parents. Without so much burping and farting.
Hubba hubba.
One of you got the farting. I won't say who, but one of you has the gift. I've blogged about it.
Post the butt picture! My sisters all have the same butt, too- my mom's. It was funny to be behind them when they walked together. You just knew they were family.
Maybe. When you see it, you'll just think it looks like Tom in drag, x3, from behind.
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