Tomorrow I’m spending the day with two friends. One friend I haven’t seen for 22 years. I was searching to see if I had ever written a story about this old friend, and I found this post from 2009. I’m re-posting it because it made me smile. My sister will hopefully be meeting up with all of us sometime tomorrow too. I can hardly wait. Let the laughter begin now!

When we were little we played ‘Aunt’. Sometimes we were both the moms and hauled our babies around with us in giant purses that we had swiped from our mother. Rechelle always had Tiny Tears, which was a rubber baby-doll that cried real tears when you fed her a bottle of water and squeezed her tummy. I had Winnie the Pooh and Danny. Winnie the Pooh was made for me by my babysitter, Mrs. Reid. I loved him until he was a flat piece of matted fur fabric and then I still loved him. Danny was a big doll with a cloth stuffed body and rubber arms and legs, he had black cropped hair, sometimes Danny became Kimmy.
Kimmy was the little girl that one of us would play while the other one was the mom.
So, let’s review: We played ‘Aunt’; sometimes we were both moms and sometimes one of us was the mom and one of us was Kimmy. We also had Tiny Tears and Winnie the Pooh and Danny/Kimmy the big doll. Got it?
The Aunts were chain smokers. They would smoke on a drinking straw while yelling at Kimmy. They would smoke on an invisible cigarette while talking about which party they should attend. Occasionally, they would enjoy a candy cigarette and then, well, then they talked about how much they loved to smoke and how good that cigarette tasted.
The aunts loved their big vinyl purses. They were huge and lined with dark blue bandanna fabric. When Kimmy was being a pain in the ass, which was nearly always, her mom would start swinging the giant vinyl purse at her and most of the time Tiny Tears was in that giant purse getting whipped around adding to the pummeling Kimmy was getting on her back side. This caused Kimmy to fall down in fits of hysterical laughter. Also, you should know that Tiny Tears, being a newborn baby, could talk and pummel people. She was quite amazing and spent most of her time yelling at Winnie the Pooh.
Sometimes the aunts would have a falling out and not speak to each other for six whole minutes. Usually, their falling outs had to do with someone not getting to play the role of Aunt or Kimmy or more often, Tiny Tears was being too mean. Tiny Tears was a very bitter baby.
One of the sisters would eventually get tired of being pissed off and come up with a way to entice the other sister to resume playing ‘Aunt’. This usually involved great feats of silliness that the mad sister couldn’t resist.
Then like a magical spell had been cast, the sisters were back in their imaginary rolls of Aunt and Kimmy or Aunt and Aunt.
Let’s play ‘Aunt’. I’ll be Kimmy.
No. Let’s both be aunts. Wanna smoke?
The aunts had a very busy social calendar. They were constantly being asked to parties and often those parties required them to perform some sort of dance number and sing a song. The aunts would dig through their mother’s closet and find her highest heels and most luxurious polyester party dresses and adorn themselves with costume jewelry and holler at the kids to get in their big purses, because they were going to Grandma’s house.
The aunts would drop off Tiny Tears, Winnie the Pooh and Danny/Kimmy at Grandma Martha’s house, which most of the time meant they would be stashing them under their Mom’s desk at their father’s business.
Then the aunts would run off to practice their performance for the evening’s big gala.
They always incorporated lots of difficult tricks that only the aunts were able to do and the whole world was amazed by their abilities.
They’d write a few songs and choreograph the steps.
Of course each of them had to have a solo.
After the party had died down and they had sung their last song and danced their last dance and smoked their last cigarette they’d head back to Grandma Martha’s office where they would ask if she had any money so they could run across the street to Taco Grande and buy a sancho for themselves and some cinnamon-sugar tortilla crisps for Tiny Tears, Winnie the Pooh and Danny/Kimmy.
Grandma Martha would hand them some cash while cradling Tiny Tears and say, “Yes and get me a Pepsi and a sancho with extra hot sauce.”
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I’m totally lost and confused by this post but I’m laughing!! You should write childrens books, you really should!!
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Such a blast from the past! I hope you relive the giddiness.
You’ve started drinking, haven’t you
Sisters, oh how i miss mine. We had so much fun together. Treasure one one another,you never know how much you love them until they are gone. I lost my sister in Dec of 09 and there isnt a day goes by that i wish there were things i should have said.
I remember seeing those photos on your sister’s blog back in the day. Enjoy your visit!
I’m giggling at these pictures, every bit as much as I did the first time I saw them. I hope your day is absolutely fabulous. I love the posts with Rechelle. You both make me laugh!
What the heck was this?
Have a great time!
I remember this post! good to see it again!
What wonderful, joyous times you had….no wonder your children have such vivid imaginations.
Beautiful photos…I hope you have fun!
Okay, have you ever seen that Drew Barrymore movie about the two women–mother/daughter–that were cousins to Jacqueline Kennedy? This reminds me of that in a funny way–not the sad pitiful way that the women from that movie are. Okay, moving on.
You’re hilarious.
Reading this made me giggle so much that I had tears in my eyes.
Pretty silly! sounds liek you two had fun. Though I was confused about the sancho thing. I thought a sancho was a “man on the side”. Or at least that is the spanish slang around here. So a sancho and a pepsi, is kind of a weird request.
I loved those pictures from Rechelle’s blog!!!! I kind of fell out of the blog universe for 2 or so years…. Does she still have a blog? I never had a sister, just brothers, but these pictures sure make me wish I did. Y’all are just too much fun.
I also nominated you for a blog award, April. I love how you keep it real and don’t do an online persona. And the dancing. **sigh** Ok… it’s really for the dancing.
http://musingsofamanicmama.blogspot.com/2013/02/blog-award.html
Sancho. Look it up on the Urban Dictionary. It is not that little flour tortilla, beef and lettuce.