they say opposites attract

My husband and I grew up one town apart. His town was 10 miles from my town. Yet, we never met until we were teenagers. He was 17, and I was 16. We were inseparable from that time on. Prior to that, however, we were quite different. This fact was reiterated the other night when we were talking about our young teenage years.

You may remember that our community has a movie theatre. It has been here FOREVER. Like any small town, there are limited opportunities for fun (besides the theatre). Therefore, many nights were spent catching a movie by small-town Paradisians (especially of the under-16-and-therefore-not-driving-anywhere-age).

Or so I thought.

Kev and I were discussing this topic, when he told me how much fun it was to sneak out of the movie theatre. It was apparently the "golden hour" of the week--the time when youngsters were unsupervised and their parents unaware of their whereabouts. (And Kevin's should have been aware. . .)

I tried to sneak out once. The concession stand girl caught me. She was a friend of the family. I didn't try that again.

Kevin laughed. He went on to explain that really, you only had maybe 90 minutes of free time, because you had to sneak back in and get some "good" kid to tell you all about the movie.

Um.

It dawned on him slightly after it dawned on me. I was THAT kid. The sad part is that I never knew it. I always thought it was really weird that everyone asked me all about the movie. I mean, if they really wanted to know, why didn't they just stay and watch it?

Kev just shook his head and said, "I can't believe WE got married." Neither can I.

Good Times

My father is a character. That's the nice way of saying he's going to do things his way. He does not change his mind once it's made up. He does not like change. He is stubborn. He is not demonstrative with his affections. He is loud and does not hear well. He is also loyal. He is funny. He loves his family and would do anything for them. He wants what's best for us. He is strong in his convictions and believes in staying active and working hard.

So, where's she going with this, you ask youself. Well, you know me. I've got to get a funny in. (And you know it's a good one if it involves my family. . .)

Once upon a time, several years ago, my dad killed a snake on his farm. We live in a very rural farming area, and snakes are not looked upon favorably. My dad stretched this dead snake out across the road. He set his lawn chair to the side of the house. (I'm sure he also had a beer to sip as he watched what was about to occur.) He then proceeded to watch as car after car would slam on their brakes and swerve to hit the snake. (There were some who stopped in the road, backed up, and ran over the snake again. . .just to make sure they got it.) That is my dad's idea of good entertainment. He has been known to find a snakeskin and stretch it across the back porch to scare my mom to death. That's my dad. (And maybe some of your answers as to why I am the way I am. . .)