Throwback Thursday

Throwback Thursday: The time my grandmother and I ran away from home with Def Leppard.

Bradi Mama and Me
My twin bro, our Nagy Mama and me in 1986: the year of home perms and fullets (female mullet) with massive amounts of eye makeup thrown in for extra GAH!!!!

I haven't written about my Nagy Mama (Hungarian for Grandmother) since when I cut her ex-husband out of the picture.  It was a post that I had written and deleted many, many times, but man oh man, it felt REAL GOOD to air out some old dirty laundry.

And then throw that sucker out with the trash, where it belongs.

Today marks 10 years since Nagy Mama left us and, rather than remembering her with sadness, I decided to celebrate her memory with one of my favorite stories about Nagy Mama:  the time we ran away from home with Def Leppard.

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Throwback Thursday: We All Fall Down

This Full House Falling Down
This week's #tbt post on Instagram & Facebook: This "almost" Full House, Fall 2000

This picture reminds me of just HOW much I love October: warm days, cool nights and I swear you could almost hear my son belly-laughing, after dumping leaves on Heather's head, right?!?

Even today, his middle sister still bears the brunt of Glen's punking and I suspect it's because the reaction he receives is almost always still the same:

  • Scrunches nose
  • Purses upper lip
  • Hands on hips
  • Mom reminds Glen to "RUN, BOY, RUN!!!!"

We had just bought that swing set.  I remembered growing up with almost the exact same one.  Our neighbors were investing in elaborate jungle gym-type stuff, which is fine, but there's something very comforting about trying to touch the top of a tree, in a basket swing. 

The belly-laughs, they were many.

Basket swing is grounded
10/03/13

Today, the swing set is STILL standing. It's lived through 2 major hurricanes, countless number of snow storms, epic pirate adventures, quite a few Easter egg hunts and more than its fair share of birthdays.

Although the basket swing has been grounded for quite some time, I just haven't had the heart to tear it down.

It's one of the few tangible reminders of just how little my kids really were, having been given the grace to be able to relive my own childhood, through their eyes.

I realize that sooner or later it'll have to come down, before it falls down and hurts someone, but for now it stays.

Besides, you should never EVER turn your back on a pirate or threaten to take his/her favorite ship away, like we did, this past summer.

"What do you mean you're taking the swing set down?!?"

Seems the kids aren't ready to get rid of it, we had a virtual mutany on our hands.

"It's not like it's in the way or anything!"

The same can be said for their broken-down Momma, just so you know.

"Can't we just call it the world's biggest lawn ornament, or something."

Not for nothing, but I bet there's a story behind all those fugly lawn ornaments too, savvy?!?  

But THAT'S another blog post :)

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