I finally let David buy his printer/scanner/fax/copy machine that he has been begging for since we got married. I am excited about it now only because I can scan in all of my pictures from forever ago before I had a digital camera! Chad found my tub of memories that I keep hauling around and there are so many funny pictures, old report cards, ACT & SAT scores (I have NO idea how I got into college!), and certificates for everything I ever did (lunch duty, crossing guard, honor roll, fitness awards, "Skipper" of the day, and some from piano lessons. . . I am sure that they had to think really hard of something they could compliment since I rarely practiced, maybe that's why I got the "good sight reader" award :)
I also came across the beloved poem that Ben and I composed! It was written in honor of Dad, but I think that both Abby and Dad now share the honor of having this poem dedicated, and titled, for them. Here it is!
Cats and Dad (and Abby)
By: Ben and Lorry
Published in February 2004
When my dad
drives down the road,
his mind is stuck
in just one mode.
He'll find a cat
and hit it hard,
either skin and bone
or a tub of lard.
When he targets
on the head,
his foot transforms
into a block of lead.
He pushes down
on the accelerator,
he says, "Ta-ta for now,
I'll see you later!"
The way he forgets
to use the brake,
you can tell that
he'll make no mistake.
He thinks to himself,
"Man must be best,"
'cause this cat's only
got ten seconds left.
You see the cat
shift left to right,
you can tell in its eyes
that it's full of fright.
He lined the cat
up with his wheels,
and listened for
it's pathetic squeal.
When he his the cat
most people would quiver,
that was because
we smashed it's liver.
After so many
it's not so bad,
that's one more down
thanks to my dad.
Who knows how we became such good writers :) and I sure am glad that this little gem didn't get lost! Needless to say, I am having a blast going through old pictures and all the things that I wrote about and all the memories that I get to remember! I just hope that I get through this tub of stuff before school starts next week. . . I can't stay up until 2 am goofing around like this if I want to get perfect grades again! But it sure is fun!
