Lisa called me at 8:50 this morning telling me to get my ass outta bed b/c it was going up into the 80's and she didn't have to be at work until 3:00. We ended up going to the zoo. I LOVE THE ZOO!!! I love animals, I become a total like, six year old at the zoo, I want to see everything. So Lisa, Robert (her three year old) and I had a total blast, I got two rolls of film there and I can't wait to get to the lab tomorrow to develop, I have another four rolls to get ready and I have to do at least contact sheets of my 8 new rolls. So, I found this video of me as a 1 1/2 year old tonight and I watched it with a big box of tissues. I guess it didn't occur to me how sad it might be. Both of my grandfathers are on it, my uncle Rico and aunt Nancy, auntie Viola, my first dog, Cricket...and my mom's sister auntie Elena are all on this video. It's like, my most treasured possession. I mean, there I am on Thanksgiving in 1985, I'm a baby with blonde hair and I still had my blue eyes (they've since turned brown with green sometimes in them) and I'm rolling around on the floor most of the time just being a 1 1/2 year old. At one point, Cricket runs out of the room into the kitchen and I follow her and I shout something that sounds like "Mailbox!!". I couldn't say "puppy" so I said "pop-up". Just little things like that were making me laugh but then as soon as my aunt was telling me she wanted to see me dance and I rolled around on the floor, I started crying. I wish I had thought to bring this video over to her house while she was lucid. Mom says she doesn't even open her eyes anymore.
I refuse to get stressed out about unimportant shit anymore. Because someday, I will be an old lady watching videos or dvds or whatever the hell the technology is, watching my children and grandchildren grow up and I don't want to miss anything. I want to live for the important stupid stuff like "Mailbox!"
"Don't make no kinda sense. Big ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child, but he eats eggs, shoot right out of a chickens ass." ~Sipsy, FGT
I refuse to get stressed out about unimportant shit anymore. Because someday, I will be an old lady watching videos or dvds or whatever the hell the technology is, watching my children and grandchildren grow up and I don't want to miss anything. I want to live for the important stupid stuff like "Mailbox!"
"Don't make no kinda sense. Big ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child, but he eats eggs, shoot right out of a chickens ass." ~Sipsy, FGT