Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
I am having so much fun blogging a desk away from my sister. We gather our thoughts, write them down, rewrite them, throw them up, down, out and sometimes put them back in. And more often than not, we are cracking up laughing! And then too, there are moments when thoughts give rise to sentimental memories and… we cry.
And every once in a while, the strangest things happen. Like how a pimple will erupt on each of our faces at the same time and in the same place or for example what happened this morning.
As we were writing the post about our Dad, we decided that we really wanted to post a picture of Dana and myself together with him. Well, as things sometimes will be, Dana had an appointment and we found ourselves really working against the clock. Not only so she could make her appointment, but also so that our readers in Europe could enjoy the read before their sun went down.
Pictures. We only needed one. In this house there must be ten quadrillion pictures; a very good thing. Aside from their nostalgic narrative value, these treasures are infinitely handy when we make slide shows for birthday celebrations.
So Dana decided to just run downstairs to the basement and grab a big box certain we would find what we were looking for. We then sat on the floor, piled a mound of images before each of us and proceeded hurriedly down Memory Lane.
Somehow, somehow, I say, I immediately found myself holding a picture of my almost-has-got-to-be-soon- do -I –ever- thank- everything –good- and gracious- when -I will -be –free-of- him- and -just –what- the- hell- was- I –thinking- anyway-ex- husband.
Just to get the laugh rolling that I knew was coming I held the picture under her nose.
“What the hell are you “doing with this?”
“You should have known better,” she said. We cracked up.
We continued our search and every picture that had potential had something amiss: one of us wasn’t in it or there were too many people in it or it was too dark or whatever. The clock was ticking.
“Okay,” Dani said. “I’m going to grab another box.” She flew back down to the basement. Shortly after, our Mom came into the office with her first morning cup of coffee. Mama kissed me as Dani re-entered the room.
“Mornin’ Precious,” Dana said and gave Mama a peck on the cheek.
She then dropped to the floor and spread opened this huge leather case of pictures.
“Okay my sister,” she said. “Let’s try this one.”
“What are you girls looking for?” Mama said.
We told her and she replied that she was certain that we would find what we were looking for because there are, as we all know “tons of pictures in this house.”
We explained that we were trying to beat the clock.
Our examination nearly complete we discussed the fact that we would just have to post later. We were frustrated as hell because we didn’t have a clue as to where we would find the needle in the haystack, and then all of a sudden, Dana lifted her hand with the very last picture in it.
“Here it is,” she said.
High freakin’ five!
Dana doesn’t know how she chose that particular case for us to search. Maybe Daddy led her to it. Maybe it was a stroke of luck. Perhaps because we wanted it so much it was just fitting and meant to be. And sometimes in life, things just can not be explained.
Whatever it is you’re looking for, good luck. I hope you find it today. Let your heart and soul guide your way.