I know my third grade teacher, Mrs. Fine, didn't like me. She moved me to the back of the room And told my mom that she had to Because I talked too much And she got tired of seeing the back of my head, Always turned around, looking to see if Wendy had finished, yet.…
The Messy Room
And her room was always the messiest Here she could store everything the vacuum cleaner, the hair dryer, the wireless printer Things no one needed to see Necessary things that must be kept hidden Even though everybody knows you have to have these things somewhere And the dirty clothes Piles of dirty clothes work clothes,…
The Florida Trip – At the Daycare
As the bus pulled into the condo complex, our tour guide resumed his position on the mic. "We would like for the adults to be able to examine our properties at their leisure, so we have provided child care for all our of visitors under the age of 12. They will stay here at the…
The Florida Trip
The summer before I turned 12 in September was the summer of the Florida trip. It was the last summer I lived on High Drive before my parents sold the little house where I had lived my entire life across the street from my grandma. It was the last summer where I played with my…
The day the front porch fell in, but didn’t kill any dogs.
I am going to skip ahead a few years since some topic of conversation brought up this story the other night, and it is definitely worth repeating. Some time around my 9th grade year, my mom finally decided to call it quits with my dad (the crazy, tragic stories surrounding that year will have to…
The Broken Window
I used to love when my cousins would come over to see my grandma because that meant I had built-in playmates. My cousin Johnny and I would always gang up against my sister Misty, my cousin Kim, and Johnny's sister, Julie. Two against three may not sound like much of a ganging up, but since…
Growing up at Grandma’s House
The other day, I was sitting with Marc, Jordan, and Joel in a booth at the Waffle House on Floyd Baker Blvd. We saw an old man sitting at the bar, drinking coffee and carrying on a one-sided conversation with a couple who sat near the window in a 2-seater booth. The couple nodded politely…
Wedding Celebrations
Sunday evening, August 1, 2010 We are now officially in Chicago, in our hotel, and Marc is trying to recover from the stressful drive down the expressway lining the city of Chicago. It's like driving in Atlanta, only worse. We were bumper-to-bumper on a Sunday afternoon. The trick now is going to be remembering that…
Go Irish!
Friday night, July 30, 2010 We awoke to have breakfast with the extended family as all of us who are here for the wedding are staying at the same hotel. The guys had their final fitting for their tuxes, and they all had the rehearsal tonight, so Marc and the boys and I headed for…
Cleveland Rocks!
Wednesday afternoon, July 28, 2010 Yesterday was more than awesome. Cleveland is one of the coolest places I have ever been, and I never thought I would be saying that! The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame had way more than I could ever see in one day. I just made sure I scoured the…
Kristie Camp 