My hilarious and talented cousins who I grew up with are moving. We have always been a close knit family and we had some really fun times together through the years. I’m going to miss them! Here are a few pictures and stories.
This is my grandparents’ basement, where we played air hockey and pool. This is where my cousin Stephen and I both dove for base at the same time playing hide and go seek base tag the day after Christmas (and my forehead sliced open and then my uncle gave me stitches). This is where we passed around funny cards, cool tech gizmos, and pretty clothes that we got as gifts. Upstairs, we ate holiday dinners and then the men did the dishes afterwards.
This is from the time when Kara and I went snowboarding together (I think 2002). Please note the big red van we are in, a kitschy striped Ford van from the 80’s, and an important member of our family.
Select Shannon and Kara stories:
-When we were little, probably six or seven, Kara and I had a cousins sleepover at my grandparents house and I had this idea that we would wake up early to make Grandma and Grandpa breakfast the next morning. I was so excited and I knew it was going to be something super special. I was so excited I couldn’t sleep. I spent the entire night thinking about my genius plan.
After watching the clock all night, I finally woke Kara up around 3 or 4 in the morning, so that we could go make breakfast. I dragged her downstairs and we brainstormed some good ideas. We decided to microwave bagels, put peanut butter on them, and wash grapes.
I could NOT WAIT to see the look of approval and appreciation on my grandparents faces when they saw that we had already made them breakfast. They came downstairs around 5:30 am. concerned about the noise.
I was elated to surprise them with our breakfast. My grandma pretended to be thrilled and impressed with our bagels and grapes. She said it was delicious. Then she helped us to go back to bed.
-When we were little, Kara and I used to dress up and come to the front door of my house to try to sell my mom random things that we found around the house, like bottles of soda. To disguise herself, Kara put shinguards on her arms and my brownie troop vest on her legs as pants, along with ten other layers of clothing, hats and goggles. She is so hilarious and weird.
-We also took random ingredients (ketchup, graham crackers, lemonade) in the house and put them in the blender to try (unsuccessfully) to convince my brothers to drink some.
-One time a few years later, when we were eating lunch at field hockey camp Kara smushed a potato chip, put it on my shoulder, and announced to our table that I had very bad dandruff. Hahaha.
-Kara and I had a thing for this song, and one time when we were around middle school age and all the cousins were together, we went outside and started screaming the song really loudly together, rolling down the hill and laughing hysterically. I don’t know how or why we got started doing this, but we were loud enough that our other cousins came out to see where all the screaming and noise was coming from. They stared at us like we had three heads while we rolled down the hill giggling and yelling a catchy 90’s EFY song about our moral convictions.
-One time when we were visiting our siblings at BYU, Kara pretended to play guitar and sing an acrostic poem song about me. I don’t think she finished it, because 3 n’s is kind of tough, and Kara had a short attention span growing up. The song was really bad but funny.
I was a bridesmaid for Kara and I’ve been told that I talk about her too much. But she’s really funny.
This is from field hockey in 2003. I’m number 17 on the left and Kara is 11 with the white bow. I went to high school with my cousins Matt and Kara. They were on the morning announcements every day, making hilarious skits. Kara and I played field hockey together and the three of us lifeguarded together at Vienna Woods. I think it was their idea to get walkie talkies in the stands for ‘safety reasons’ but we mostly used them for talking about amusing pool patrons. I remember Kara was always dancing in the stands when we had a DJ and making me laugh constantly. Kevin fighting “Stormatron” with his super soaker, the guard (slam) book, Ryan’s golf cart, the crab feast, the ‘office’, Family day raft races, belly flop contests, and desperate attempts to create thunder noises with a large sheet of metal in order to close the pool. Lifeguarding at Vienna Woods was always fun and never boring.
My cousin Matt and sister Christine were really good swimmers growing up, and so my grandparents and aunt and uncle were always at the A meets on Saturday mornings with their scorecards and I loved seeing them.
/// March birthdays at the Stringhams house. This is where we celebrated birthdays, did some Nativity action Christmas Eve, where everyone called dibs on the high numbers in the 12 days of Christmas, where Grandpa sang “3 Spanish cockroaches” or some variant every round, and where we were forced to listen to him perform a Silent Night solo in “German” (definitely not German) every year.
We spent lots of Fourth of July barbecues here and then piled in and drove over to the fireworks at Caffi fields. I remember spirited discussion about “Asparapee” (the way your pee smells when you eat asparagus) here, unending Friends references, and spending holiday dinners at the kids table watching alka seltzer and coke explosions on youtube.
Memory lane is the best spot. I love my family!
We love you and your hilarity, Stringhams! We are going to miss you! Feel free to move back if you change your mind. 🙂
Thanks for reading. Hope you’re lovin on your family and having a great week.