Monday, July 6, 2009

The Good Ol' Days

I love spending time at my parents' house. It's the house I grew up in for 18+ years, and despite my own mortgage payment, I still call it "home." Randy and I made the 4-hour trek "home" for the holiday weekend and his birthday.

The weekend was nice. It went too fast. Randy had packed his (new) frisbee, and we both had high hopes for a long weekend of outdoor activities. The weather, however, had different plans. It rained most of the day Saturday, so we had to come up with other plans. We played euchre (it's a family tradition... the husbands, Randy & Jed, have now learned and are pretty darn proficient). We had slush (also a family tradition... it's a yummy frozen drink that has more sugar than alcohol). And then, we watched old family videos. I know, I know... it sounds lame. But, I love family videos. Well, they aren't videos anymore. Dad spent countless hours switching the old VHS tapes to the new, innovative DVDs (ooooo, ahhhh). So, it was fun to watch some of the good ol' days. And I remembered just how good I had it. And maybe, just maybe... if I can figure out a way to cut some vintage video down, I'll post a little snippet here.


waitingforcider said...

we need to watch those old videos more often! hilarious!

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a perfect weekend to me! I love LOVE love going home to mom and dad's house. I know exactly what you mean about 'home' being home. It's like a vacation; so comfy and relaxing.
--and home movies? SO fun.