Friday, May 29th

I have a hectic weekend ahead of me and it begins with the Band Show tonight. I am hoping for a major turn out because we still need to try and cover the cost of the busses to Valleyfair. It also seems there's some lingering invoice for dinner theater which I didn't think existed. Nurts.

Well, I had some good fun reading blogs this morning, though it is mildly intriguing that someone not actually in class is blogging more than those present in school. Hmm. Odd. Anywho, here's another memoir from Becky... though I think I just heard Quinn move upstairs... wait for it...

The garage sale is tomorrow, by the way, so people should stop by Grace's place for some fun shopping.

Becky's Memoir for the day
He eats his cereal with water. That's right. Water. When he and Chris were younger, my Mom would mix up something gross made from powder because they were both allergic to milk. Nowadays, kids have soy milk and whatnot to substitute the cow's best, but in the 80's, that wasn't the case-- or at least my Mom wasn't in the loop. I've been more fortunate in the dairy dept and can pretty much eat and drink what I want, save the trip to Germany in high school where I consumed far too much ice cream and catapulted my body into lactose intolerance.

So his bowl is sitting in the sink. Cereal shards are floating in slightly brown water. Next to that bowl is a macaroni and cheese encrusted bowl that I have dutifully filled with water so it will appear to Luke like Matt was making an attempt to clean his dish. My brother has lived with Luke and I for the past 4 years. Before that, he also resided with us for a year or so. And then of course, there's the 16 of so years we shared a family home in Apple Valley before I bounced off to college and he remained home to finish high school. Oh, and there was also a 6 month stint where we shared a posh apartment in Apple Valley. I had this enormous room and we each had our own bathroom. Who knows why we picked that spot-- it's certainly wasn't budget friendly. Thankfully, that was only 6 month lease and once finished, Luke and I found a place in Burnsville.

Back to the bowls. My brother normally eats his cereal out of mixing bowls. He has a gigantic appetite and this insane metabolism that allows him to consume at will. As he's now 29, I don't know that it will ever slow down. In addition to consuming cereal in this fashion, he'll also eat ice cream this way. In my family, my mother makes this very delicious chocolate sauce for ice cream and she does this at every family event. She announces it like it is special, even though we all have come to expect it. Matt's technique with ice cream and the sauce is to generously pour sauce over the ice cream and then to whip and stir it until the ice cream is a smooth light brown color, evenly distributing the chocolate. He never fails to do this.

Matt's closet is 90% empty and still, outside of his bedroom there are two laundry baskets, his school bag, his bike rack and some other small basket or hamper. His room is remarkably messy and chances are his sheets are mangled on his bed. Somehow, he is a sleeper who wrenches sheets from a bed. For 5 months, a comforter I bought him for his birthday remained in it's sterile plastic packaging while he tried to fit in 6'2 frame under a single throw blanket. For the whole of his life, Matt has bounced his head to put himself to sleep. Once, when I was feeling rather evil and approximately 10 years old in age, I put my fist below his head while he was doing this. Not nice. As he aged, he switched to a single leg kicking the bed (him laying on his stomach). Something about the rhythm of the movement puts him to sleep.

Matt is the third child in our family. He is the only biological child. Chris and I were adopted first because my parents didn't think they could conceive and then, MAGIC, here comes Matt:) We all look very different from one another and my Mom's line has always been, "Don't my kids have an excellent family resemblance". At this point, we all roll our eyes with one another. Since last week afforded my mother a new crowd to work this line on- at Chris' wedding- there was a healthy amount of rolling of the eyes.

Alright... must end this for now. Must get ready for the school day. So, by the end of today, people should have posted the equivalent to 3-4 days of memoir writing or I think I said something like 700 words?? Right?

Question of the day: What kind and good thing will you do for the world and for yourself this weekend and what motivates that choice?