daliyah

No wait....take a buch of pictures, and have them made into slides, that way I can relive the horror of my childhood and have to sit through a damn slide show.....My good I hated that. My parents had a camera with them where ever we went.

Periodically when I go home my mom feels the need to break out the slide projector and the screen and show slide reel after slide reel. The coversation normally goes like this.

Mom: "Do you remember that?

Me: "Of course not, I wasn't even born yet."

Mom: "Oh yeah that is right, that was the first time we went to upstate NY camping, your brother was only 3."

Me: "well I bet he doesn't remeber it either."

Mom: "Stop being a smart ass!!"

Me: "Why do we have to see these damn things every time I come home for a visit?"

Mom: "B'Cause you now have a family and your wife and child might want to see them."

Aimee: "NO, we saw these last year, I don't really want to see them again."

Me: "yeah mom, are you sure you are still taking you medication.?"

Oh well, videotape would be cool.

I never said anything about amsterdam...