Slice of Life #18 Random Picture and Even More Random Post

I love this picture of me and my Mom. I can remember many a journey in this back back. As we got older and more little ones came along, I can vividly remember fighting over who would get to ride in it. We didn't want to be told that we were to big for it. I think the great love for it was for three reasons. #1 When you were riding back there, you got to see things at the same level that your parent did. It's always cool to be taller and see farther and more, right? :)
#2 Also you were able to be close to Mom and Dad and still have freedom to move about from side to side and not be super restrained. And last but not least, you had no problem keeping up because you were attached, lol! And Mom or Dad got to do all the work, he he. My Mom and I were talking the other day about how we liked these better than the frontal pouches of today. These were great because they lasted for toting the kid around till they were atleast 3. Although my boys are so big, maybe that wouldn't be true for me ;)
I love the scarf in my Mom's hair. Maybe I picked up my love of wearing scarfs like that from her. Never thought about it before. This is a favorite picture of her for me. She told me that we were at Foss Lake in this picture, which is in Oklahoma, where my Grandparents had a trailer by the lake. My Grandpa had a thing for fishing. He tried to pass it on to us grandkids, but unless my brother takes it up, I think it was lost cause. I've been a handful of times as an adult, but I'll never need a fishing license. I would love to go deep sea fishing, just once. I got close to going once, but the trip fell through at the last minute. Anyways, I digress. Needless to say as this picture shows I LOVE my Mom! And I love that people say I look like her. Who wouldn't love that when they see what a cute hottie she was ;)

Slice of Life #17 Chore Memory

The picture on the prompt sparked a memory of a chore that was partial punishement and life lesson handed to us kids by Mom. I remember my Mom coming upstairs to grab the laundry to do and finding a whole bunch of clothes she'd just cleaned down on the floor where they had gotten dirty again but never worn. It must have been like the hundreth time she'd gotten irritated over it, so she and Dad had a talk. They pulled us together and told us that we needed to take better care of our clothes and appreciate the modern conveniences that we had and not take them forgranted. So....(I believe it was for a week, maybe it was longer, it sure seemed like it, lol)....we were to do our own laundry with a scrub board in the bath tub. It worked for me. That was alot of work. To this DAY, I am still grateful for washers and dryers. Most of my growing up we hung out our clothes on the line. That eats up alot of time and hear in Texas near the coast, you have constant little showers that you have to watch out for. I'm thinking I've felt the same way a time or two lately with my older boys. They better watch out or Mom will be running to the hardware store for a bucket and a wash board ;)