Old Timey Stuff
Hilarity ensued when I went to my parents house to get food. Anamarie was alone and gave me a stack of CDs that were mine. As in, old music, old photos, OLD AWESOMENESS. Great music + TERRIBLE & HORRIFYING PICTURES = epic WIN.
So I raced back over to my sister’s house where Anna and Dan were helping out with finger food preparations. I navigated the ice skating rink that was covered in a pool of melting water (extra slick!) with a plate of food and the stack of CDs. I burst into the kitchen declaring the find and promptly stuck a disc into Rachel’s laptop. Let. The. Fun. Begin.
Old pictures will come later for terrifyingly wonderful reminiscing. But for now a forgotten conversation I recorded for posterity, for obvious reasons, that I found in an old word file and had to open through Google Docs (google, I heart thee). Behold my crazy-ass family:
Anamarie has this shocked look on her face watching Bloodsport 3 & she exclaims “Break his leg! ooh! Ow! Ow! Break his neck! Ow…Ooo…Ow!”
“Do the bad thing…Wooy Yah!”
She’s giggling as you hear crunching bones: “Oooh, he’s dead…He just did a little twitch…”
Mom: “What did the tent and woodchopping scene have to do with the movie…or was that a flashback?”
Anamarie: “Who, monkey man? Monkey-Man!”
Mom: “They actually enjoy…doing this?”
Anamarie: “When is he…oh, he just did it right now. Whoa.”
Mom: “You can’t do that! They can use a whip?”
Anamarie: “Come on, big boy. Come on…Ow, Oh! Ow…He just did it again, Mom.”
Dad: “Hit him in his teenie-weenie! He’ll go down!”
