infinitely curious & painfully nostalgic.
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My uncle is putting together a written history of my grandparents and it is AMAZING. Here’s a part I love:
During senior year at Manual, Bill took any scholarship tests that did not cost anything, one of which was for the Kentucky Highway Dept. scholarship. He forgot all about it when senior year ended. After graduating from Manual, he was scheduled to become apprentice pipefitter for Blunk Heating Co. (Herman worked there when not drinking) Out of the blue, he received a $500.00 Highway Dept. scholarship to University of Kentucky. That was a lot of money at the time. He enrolled at UK in September, 1954 in College of Engineering. Tuition at the time was $65.00 per semester.
^^ How I got my worst hangover of 2013. And that’s really saying something because there were other major contenders. (Let’s do it again?!)
Have you guys ever done the Bambi Walk?
I got Catholic ashes (don’t worry, Pope, I didn’t take communion) and El Mundo with Paniel. Adulthood, you’re weird and ok sometimes.
lent: an episcopalian’s take —
i just googled drive through ashes because i want that. looks like my only chance was around lunch time.
i’m giving up baked goods. in part because it will be hard and in part because i really fucking need to coming off a horrifingly bad girl scout cookie season.
did you know the 40 days of lent don’t include sundays? count that shit and treat yo self on the lord’s day.
i commuted 49 miles in silence today. that’s how bad my brain hurts.
i stopped drinking around 2 am est sunday night.
40 some odd hours later, i still feel like total hammered shit. 11 car hours didnt help, but seriously? this old person detox is unacceptable.
things i used to be fucking baller at and am no longer so: rallying. drinking. road trips.
I am officially stuck at Mardi Gras. This winter was bound to have a perk at some point.