I was against the idea from the beginning.
“A dog?” I had asked. “Like a real one?”
Having never grown up with pets, the thought of owning one slightly frightened me—they just seemed like so much work. Aside from that fear, there were also all the reasons that floated around my head, the ones that told me why getting a dog would be so irresponsible: There was the house we lived in, the one that was already too small for us to begin with. There was the broken fence, the one that certainly wouldn’t be able to keep a four-legged friend contained in the yard. There was the fact that no one would be home to let it out during the day. There was the added expense of the pet deposit and food and all of the other costs associated with owning a dog.
Like I said, I was convinced this was a terrible idea.
Yet here I am, holding a three-pound puppy in my hands, staring into a set of midnight-drenched eyes that stand out so starkly against a sea of fluffy, cream-colored fur. It yawns, revealing a tiny eraser-pink tongue, and then happily begins to lick my hand. It feels like sandpaper, and it tickles. Continue reading “Week 43: A Dog Named Dexter | Everyday Nostalgia”
As with many Octobers here, we’ve already seen snow. Twice. In between those snows, we’ve hit 80 degrees.
Such is the weather in Colorado.
But when I think of first snows, I tend to think of the snow that ushers in winter—that first snow that comes along sometime in mid to late November when the trees are bare and the grass is brown. (Okay, yes, I realize winter doesn’t officially start until December 21, but to me, winter starts in November.)
And when I think of that first winter snow, I’m transported back in time, back to the excitement I felt as a little kid, sitting next to the big picture window in our living room, watching the flakes tumble in slow motion to the ground. It always made me want to listen to this song…
That first snow—and that song—also always made me eager for an adventure, so my older brother and I would don winter jackets, not-so-waterproof mittens, and itchy wool hats. We’d pull on our Moon Boots and make our way out the door to our backyard tundra. We made first tracks, created snow angels, wrestled around, and put slush down the other’s back. And in those years when the snow was heavy and actually accumulated, we engaged in fierce snowball fights and built snowmen. Continue reading “First Snow | Nostalgic Memories of the Past”
For the past few months, I’ve been fortunate enough to have my 6 word stories featured over on my friend Eli’s awesome blog, Coach Daddy. You may remember that we sang his praises back in July—if you haven’t checked this blog out yet, you really should: it’s quite wonderful.
I love the challenge that these posts pose. How do you sum up something that could potentially take pages to write or an hour spent chatting with a friend over coffee in just 6 words? This is especially hard for me as I am known for my posts that are thousands of words, but the process really forces to you think about the real heart of the story that you’re trying to tell.
When I sent my 6 Words submission over to Eli for this month’s post, he generously tossed out the idea of my daughter Zoey joining in as well. I immediately told him she’d love to be a part of it, simply because the prompt was so fun:
Who would you go back in time to hug? Continue reading “Going Back in Time: The Story Behind the Hug”
Hello friends! Today is my last “takeover” guest post for the week. Corey is back from her vacation and she will be back in blogging action on Sunday with her next fabulous Everyday Nostalgia post. I’ve had a great time this week sharing my favorite nostalgic television theme songs on Music Monday and my nostalgic trip to Disneyland on yesterday’s Throwback Thursday post. Thanks for all your great comments and feedback on the website, Facebook, and Instagram! I’m happy that I was able to connect with all you great Nostalgia Seekers!
Speaking of vacations, today’s Remember Reminder is a simple, yet difficult thing to remember, and sometimes a ridiculously difficult thing to execute, particularly in America:
#rememberreminder: Take A Vacation!
Continue reading “Remember Reminder #17: Take A Vacation”
I was seven years old the first time I went to Disneyland. The year was 1975, and like many kids in those days, I knew a lot about Disney by watching The Wonderful World of Disney on television.
Sunday nights were a big family television night. Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom was first, and then, oh THEN it was time for the magic of Disney:
As the images of the Disneyland park flashed across the screen during that Wonderful World of Disney intro, I would develop an indescribable longing to BE there, to be at that amazing, magical amusement park. Just think! Colorful parades! Disney characters! A futuristic monorail train! (A MONORAIL, can you imagine!?). Disneyland looked to be exactly what they said it would be—the “happiest place on earth”—and I couldn’t wait for the day I would enter Walt Disney’s glorious imagination and walk through the gates of Disneyland! For a kid from boring ol’ Wyoming, the Southern California sun shining on Sleeping Beauty’s castle seemed like heaven.
And it was. Continue reading “A Nostalgic Vacation | Disneyland”