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| I want to post signs like this EVERYWHERE!! If the whole world stopped smoking, we'd definitely be living in a better place. |
Now, on to the point of this blog entry today, Uncle Darling sent me some disturbing yet funny pictures that I would like to share just for shits and giggles. Grampa Darling has a full basement at his house and it has concrete walls and floors. I have been writing on the walls since I learned how to write pretty much and it's really funny to go down there and read everything that I've written over the years. Since I live in SC and he lives in IL, that's not possible very much. SO, Uncle Darling sent me two random pictures of things he found in the basement. LOL.
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| Well, this one is just not right! That is not what my handwriting looks like! Considering I was 13 in 1994....LOL!! Crazy! |
Maybe I was going for the Bryan Adams "Summer of 69" thing. LOL
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| Yep, a picture that I colored for Grampa Darling. |
Grama Darling always said that Grampa Darling was the boss, of the basement. Heehee. So, that is why he hung pictures that I colored for him down there. Because it was his basement and he could do what the fuck he wanted to! I was a little older in 2007. In fact, Dazzle was 7 and Neon was 5 so that would have made me, hmmmmmm......26? Yep, 26. You're never too old to color your Grampa a picture! You liked all those kisses and hugs on the bottom too didn't you?
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| You can never have too many of these!! |
I have so many wonderful, crazy and sometimes scary memories in that basement. When I was really little Uncle Darling had me so scared of the dark from watching Gremlins too many times that I thought there were Gremlins down there that were going to kill me. Thanks for that Uncle Darling!
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| Even as an adult, this still kinda scares the shit outta me. |
Another pretty scary memory was when the severe weather sirens went off in the neighborhood and we had to go into the basement because there was a tornado coming. I mean, it was the suburbs of the windy city so we were prepared and perfectly safe but when you're a kid, it's pretty scary. Uncle Darling lived with us then and I remember one time we had to go to the basement for a tornado and he had to get his big jar of Reese's Pieces to take with us. YUM! No tornado was getting his candy damnit!
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| No tornado will stand between Uncle Darling and his Reese's!! |
Crazy memories....Well, I remember being in the basement trying to skate around in my Mom's old roller skates that were so old you had to have a key for them. That was a joke....I went 3 inches, fell, went 3 inches, fell.....and on and on until I needed bandaids. LOL. Grampa Darling would draw a smiley face on my knee with ointment and kiss me and tell me to keep going! (The same exact approach that taught me how to ride a bike)
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| Between the roller skates and the bike...we went through quite a few of these :) |
Grampa Darling also had about every single tool known to man in the basement. He also had a whole bunch of power tools and saws...I remember the vice was my favorite "toy" down there. I would put EVERYTHING in his vice and see how long much pressure it would take before it snapped or popped or broke. LOL. I was so rotten! Sometimes I would sweep up his saw dust and pretend it was fairy dust or food or whatever I was playing at the time. I spent every single moment I could in that basement with him.
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| Do you see it? Fairy dust, soup and salad! I do and I know Grampa Darling would see it! He played with me all the time. |
Also, thank you for reminding me of the wonderful basement memories. Some of the best times of my life were spent in that basement and I will never forget it.
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