Monday Memory Moment

My favorite color is black. My mom's favorite color is green. My little sister's favorite color is purple. My dad's favorite color is purple with pink polka dots.

As a child I believed we tried to convince him that purple with pink polka dots was not a color. This did not deter him. As a result of this continued insistence of purple with pink polka dots being his favorite color we all remembered.

As a junior in college I wanted to make a shelf in my dorm room. For this project a friend and I purchased two four foot shelving boards and paint. You guessed it, purple and pink.

We had a number of people who witnessed our project of using random dishes to as templates to draw what would be pink polka dots. Two purple with pink polka dot shelves* are also somewhat hard to miss in a dorm room.

Later, during this same school year, an other friend handed mee this:

It is a handmade hemp and bead purple with pink polka dot gecko. He told mee he noticed I like pink a purple so decided those were the colors I got for my gecko.

Thanks Brandon!

*If I find any pictures of the shelves I get them up here.

Bragging Pictures...

My beautiful Wild Rose...

The two-sum...

Big Brother, Little Sister...

Toby emotions...

Happy

Content

Playful

Irritated

Impatient

Monday Memory Moment

I don't remember when I realized my view of the world was unique. I was reminded of this Saturday night as I drove back through Star to grab something I left at my parents house. Whereas I needed gas I decided to stop at the Star Merc for gas (surprisingly decent price).

As a child we lived about an 0.4 of a mile west of the Merc. As kids we would often, and I mean frequently, walk there. I believe we knew the exact amount needed for half  a gallon of ice cream. Sometimes we would be sent to the store with a signed blank check. We could see the Merc through the kitchen window and could check the progress of a family member walking back and forth.

From home to the Merc and back was my first solo drive. It is still the quickest shopping place in Star. Last I knew the Star Cafe was owned by the same family. The Star Cafe is still one of my favorite places to eat.

I realized how "Mayberrry" like my childhood was during one of my college breaks at home. I had gone down to the Merc to pick up a few things. As I had written out a check to make the purchase the woman asked to see my ID. I was taken aback. It have never crossed my mind to bring ID into the Star Merc. Luckily just then Phil walked by and told her I didn't need ID.

So, there may not be any more stores willing to accept my checks with out ID. And Star, to so many may still be a small town. I believe the population has at least tripled in  size since I graduated from high school. I am grateful I grew up in a town and place where I was know by at least me last name.